Trillionaire

I know they hatin' on me, 'cause I'm the man I'm too trill homie, I don't give a damn I'm a self made trillionaire I'm a self made trillionaire From the underground to the top I came from the bottom Trill niggas don't stop Let 'em goin' harder Self made trillionaire I'm a self made trillionaire Ok, let's get this shit crackilatin' No more procrastinatin' They they told me Bun don't hesitate Don't keep these bastards waitin' I'm puttin' egos and chicken I'm so e-musculatin' People stop this dance Say damn this niggas fascinatin' We blowin' dro up in the air You smell it? That's the fragrance I got the focus, got the heart And I got the patience You hatin' just get off my dick Look like you want some gay shit I'm tryina' take this to the mountain top Appalachian But it's a rocky road And I'm still movin' up and make no movin' us So keep that pushy get your movie bra You might be new to me But you know I ain't new to you Go ask the white boy They say he's totally tubula Fuckin' bad bitches rub my dick against their uvula Everytime I hit the streets It's like a fuckin' movie bra You know what I do to ya send gladiators through to ya They gon' leave you chopped up Like they was DJ Screwin' ya Ok, let's get this shit poppin' off From the go know I'm a boss I don't fuck wit' lames And do my dirt nigga wit' out a loss I keeps it pimpin', flyest hoes come in and out the loft When you get fettuccini you gon' need alotta sauce I gets my Gucci on my baby likes alotta Prada She goin' shoppin' till she drops She knows den gotta gotta But she not shotgun in the slab Oh no I got a shotta He keep that shotgun in the slab and roll wit' out natta He keeps his eyes wide open, he's a hata spotta And when they roll up on me wrong, then he's a hata droppa And he don't mess around wit' niggas tryna play the poppa He keep it gangsta nigga he gon' go and straight a choppa 'Cause I don't roll wit' fake people and I neva will I represents the G-code till I see the steel Don't make me have to draw down wit' that red appeal Then you gon' undastand that Bun B is foreva trill (Ohh, do you swear to keep it gangsta?) Gangsta than a mothafucka, trill until I D I E Fuck these otha suckas (What's your message to them fake thugs?) They throwin' rocks and hidin' hands It don't really matta this the dirty South we ridin' man (How long you been up on that trill shit?) Since the day they made me And from a baby until the day they neva play me (Waa, throw ya hands up) From P.A.T. to yo' town, ain't no need to slow down Baby boy it's about to go down