Hood Billionaire

Justice League Trilla! Ross, yeah Trilla! Feels good baby Boss I done took over the game nigga Hoppin' out the Bugatti with my Ballys on, no underwear nigga My jeans tight fitting too nigga Jay-Z whattup nigga! Uh yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap) Leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks) They jealous of the fortune Glitz and the fame, a cocaine mortgage In the game like Tony Parker Snow white Range, let my partner park it I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem Homie I put that on my only momma (MOMMA!) Still rollin' with the fo'-fifth Now that I'm rich got these broke niggas so sick (ughhhh) And my daughter college pre-paid She straight, say thanks to the D game In the Phantom on that 2Pac Ridin' Thru The Ghetto like I'm lookin for a new spot I'm not; But I'm well established I fuck with heroin because it sells the fastest I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town, go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire Ughhh, boss, a bitch try and stick me Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me (naw) I only fuck with the O.G.'s The ones that won't turn you in to the police (police) On the run I threw a nigga fo' keys ID's, passports it was so sweet (they lookin at me!) Front yard still a car show Bugatti, the Gotti of Morocco I won't let the roof up Kingdom come, Prince of Zamundah To be loved, to be loved! Oh what a feeling for me to be loved! Haters want to murder me and I can smell a hit So it's music to my ears every time I fill a clip I'm a card shark up in the Hard Rock Twenty grand a hand, favorite jam in the iPod I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town, go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire Boss... hid a hundred grand in a day bed Whip that white girl just like K-Fed Got me a white girl, I fuck 'til her face red Yeah her food tastes bad, but she give me great head Please let me say that I really love her credit Send her to dealership and she-can she-can get that My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects I ride with the AR, in case a nigga start shit I'mma rider 'bout mine, and I wouldn't tell a lie Take it out of town, go and get my money right And if it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire If it ain't 'bout cash, I don't really care I'm straight 'bout cash, I'm a hood billionaire Triple C, we unstoppable Told y'all niggas in '95 I was worth ten million Now it's '08 and I got ten in the bank nigga What else y'all got for me nigga; I wanna see it! I need yours too homie Y'all niggas gettin washed up, ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout Y'all need to let a nigga slide through like that there real proper like Tryin to make some moves man See I got on my Tom Ford shades nigga I got a new outlook on life y'know Ever since I got my W-2 back you feel me I got plans for you niggas man Murder is not a problem I'm the boss, still comin 183rd nigga Hit me up on the 3-0-5 or the 7-8-6 It's all the same gang, posted up in front of Popeye's in the Maybach, nigga You done seen me nigga Triple C's nigga, I'm the BOSS! Church...