Trillionaire

We should probably just do, just Connor first
Yuh (Among us)
Uh huh
'Boutta get some Bored Mungeys (Yeah)
Hehe here we go we're aboutta make a
Bank boy

In order to become a trillionaire
You need to start the grind
Begin a side hustle and
Drop-ship everything you find

Reduce expenses to
Seven dollars every week
Always stand atop a table
Every single time you speak

Start out the day
With a successful routine
When you wake up in the morning
Always think about the color green

Make a phone call
To the CEO of New York
Then pour a bowl of soup for breakfast
Quickly eat it with a fork

To be a trillionaire
First invent a new sauce
Then show up at your office
And go fire your boss

Eat apples every day
Blast the doctors away
Shower in your suit and tie to
Dominate your Monday

Challenge your neighbors
And go conquer their territory
Every night you must be the
Focus of a news story

Become your money
Become alive
Don't be eating honey
You can eat the beehive

This is part of the grind
This is how to survive
In such a desolate and intricate economy

Think you're one of the best
Think you can cheat on the test
Think you can hustle in a world of self-autonomy

Now you're one of a kind
Now you're very refined
Keep up the cutthroat and aggressive business strategy

Only one can succeed
On this planet of greed
In the cruel and broken world of the sauce industry

Disappear
When your business
Begins growing
Deep into a cave
Without anybody knowing

Go far away enough
So no one can hear you shout
There are more important things
For you to think about

In the darkest depths of the cave
Begin your meditation
Realize the greatest side hustle
Is your imagination

Look in your mirror
Your reflection isn't there
Where your face should be
Is the face of a
Trillionaire

Finally enlightened
Your entire journey is complete
Emerge from the cave
As the fearless leader of your fleet

People will be waiting as you
Make your exit from the cave
They stand there applauding you
As you proudly pass and wave

Then someone calls out your name
Go use what you have learned
It's the president
Who arrived upon hearing you've returned

Shake hands with the president
Make sure to show who's boss
In the president's hand
Leave an invoice and a packet of Sauce

This is part of the grind
This is how to survive
In such a desolate and intricate economy

Think you're one of the best
Think you can cheat on the test
Think you can hustle in a world of self-autonomy

Now you're one of a kind
Now you're very refined
Keep up the cutthroat and aggressive business strategy

Only one can succeed
On this planet of greed
In the cruel and broken world of the sauce industry