Billion Bucks (feat. Rittz, Jon Connor)
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Uno, dos, tres, leggo
Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like Jell-O
Pull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram
Of the white girl nigga, Jay Othello
Kick a nigga door for the k-i-l-o
Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow
Sayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthafucka say hello
Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights
Bitch you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right
Got a white bitch but shes not bright
If the bitch'll blow a nigga for his Snickers then imagine
What the ho would do for a Klondike!
Feelin' like a billion
And then I'm about to kill again
He's on his own island bet them niggas think I'm Gilligan
No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger nigga
I'ma pop a little pill again
What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again
I shove a muthafucka's head right inside the ceiling fan
Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands
D-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling
Wake up feeling like a billion bucks
Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck
I need a ho to give me futuristic head
Blow me in the space ship, call the bitch, Aeon Flux
Fall off in the club with the heat on tuck
This my year y'all be on suck
Gone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Okay Jarren, dog I know they scared
When they see me and you together man it's so unfair
The way we killin' these rappers I bet there's no comparin'
Not a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin'
And I'm so embarrassed, at the state of my city
Cause everybody rep they hood in the white boy spot
But when they really in the hood, try and tell 'em where they from
They be lookin' at 'em like, "Boy, stop!"
But not me I'm from the north side, feeling like a billion
I'm a Slumerican, honkey-town affiliate
I'm with a resilient, bitch who let me drill her
Afterwards she call me up and say she never wanna chill again
It's too unsafe, my crew untamed, the shit true
My black friends always rob my white friends
My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other
And when they bloody they be like, "Are we tight man?"
And this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap
Drop that shit on the internet when I see you
I'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, cock back
And swing at your jaw, SMACK, somebody better tell him to fall back
The southern hip-hop's Josh Koscheck, prob'ly got a weapon in the Octagon
I'll stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on
What you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong
I'm gone, I'm on a whole 'nother playing field
My name is still buzzin' the fuckin' streets are watchin'
Rollin' up the Sour Deez in the Cut' Supreme
I could spend this cream in the Neiman Marcus
Lookin' clean, you are steamin' -- heap of garbage
You could scheme, homie I'ma be me regardless
People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target
Eatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion...
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Flints own, Flintstone, made this buzz on his own
You ain't on ya grind, but I stay on mine
So what y'all do? Piss, moan
Y'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates
Killin' the industry what a difference a year make!
I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?
You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break
You niggas so basic -- fly
The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement
Based in the fucking basement it's amazing
The Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em
Hits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle
Took all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)
Hand on the Bible
Backyard, H squad
I came out the hood nigga just like y'all
Love how I stand on my own two feet
But the haters they pray that I just might fall
Nah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that
See how my name buzz on the internet
If it's me against the world then I'm winning that
See? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank
You bullshittin' like five in the tank
See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine
So I ain't got another nigga to thank
Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age
Say niggas only read what's on the front page
And I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say
"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!" Connor...
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Uno, dos, tres, leggo
Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like Jell-O
Pull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram
Of the white girl nigga, Jay Othello
Kick a nigga door for the k-i-l-o
Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow
Sayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthafucka say hello
Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights
Bitch you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right
Got a white bitch but shes not bright
If the bitch'll blow a nigga for his Snickers then imagine
What the ho would do for a Klondike!
Feelin' like a billion
And then I'm about to kill again
He's on his own island bet them niggas think I'm Gilligan
No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger nigga
I'ma pop a little pill again
What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again
I shove a muthafucka's head right inside the ceiling fan
Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands
D-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling
Wake up feeling like a billion bucks
Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck
I need a ho to give me futuristic head
Blow me in the space ship, call the bitch, Aeon Flux
Fall off in the club with the heat on tuck
This my year y'all be on suck
Gone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Okay Jarren, dog I know they scared
When they see me and you together man it's so unfair
The way we killin' these rappers I bet there's no comparin'
Not a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin'
And I'm so embarrassed, at the state of my city
Cause everybody rep they hood in the white boy spot
But when they really in the hood, try and tell 'em where they from
They be lookin' at 'em like, "Boy, stop!"
But not me I'm from the north side, feeling like a billion
I'm a Slumerican, honkey-town affiliate
I'm with a resilient, bitch who let me drill her
Afterwards she call me up and say she never wanna chill again
It's too unsafe, my crew untamed, the shit true
My black friends always rob my white friends
My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other
And when they bloody they be like, "Are we tight man?"
And this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap
Drop that shit on the internet when I see you
I'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, cock back
And swing at your jaw, SMACK, somebody better tell him to fall back
The southern hip-hop's Josh Koscheck, prob'ly got a weapon in the Octagon
I'll stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on
What you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong
I'm gone, I'm on a whole 'nother playing field
My name is still buzzin' the fuckin' streets are watchin'
Rollin' up the Sour Deez in the Cut' Supreme
I could spend this cream in the Neiman Marcus
Lookin' clean, you are steamin' -- heap of garbage
You could scheme, homie I'ma be me regardless
People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target
Eatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion...
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Flints own, Flintstone, made this buzz on his own
You ain't on ya grind, but I stay on mine
So what y'all do? Piss, moan
Y'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates
Killin' the industry what a difference a year make!
I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?
You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break
You niggas so basic -- fly
The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement
Based in the fucking basement it's amazing
The Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em
Hits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle
Took all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)
Hand on the Bible
Backyard, H squad
I came out the hood nigga just like y'all
Love how I stand on my own two feet
But the haters they pray that I just might fall
Nah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that
See how my name buzz on the internet
If it's me against the world then I'm winning that
See? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank
You bullshittin' like five in the tank
See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine
So I ain't got another nigga to thank
Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age
Say niggas only read what's on the front page
And I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say
"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!" Connor...
Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3
I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3
Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Ju, Jarren Benton
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