Trillionaires Lyrics

Yeah, lil' nigga try race with me, I suggest you stay in your lane

Producer asked 'why you picked this beat?, cuz' it sound like fuckin' pain

Lil' nigga want get some munyun, might as well follow the gang

Stripper bitch said 'why you got guns in the house?, bae this the price of fame

Ayy, I'm back in the field with footballs, nigga, I just spiked my drank

Ayy, when shorty and seen my shit glisten, she fell in love with my chain

She told me I'm rich than her fuckin' baby daddy, he so fuckin' lame

Ayy, when I pulled up, Hellcat, S.R.T, shoulda seen his fuckin' face

Told the bitch I, give yo ass the world, just stay in your fuckin' place

Auntie heard I was coming back to the hood, she said, welcome back, like Mase

Cuz' she back on them jiggas

Ever since I was a lil' ass kid, I knew I'd be a rich ass nigga

Ayy, ever since I was a lil' ass kid, I learned to rub two nickels

Moved my family out of the hood, I'm glad to say I did it

All my young niggas back home happy, they crash out presidential

This designer shit expensive

I can take you back to them days I was broke and I lived off bitches

Ayy, I'm way out in Houston, but I know some niggas still trap off Bissell

If I give this hoe my time, I'ma make that hoe feel special

She gon' eat the dick up late night, baby, she eat the bone and gristle

Niggas sneak diss on a beat, sad instrumental

Niggas sneak dissin' on these fuckin' beats, it's a sad instrumental

Ayy, sometimes I feel like sendin' foreign ooter in that Benz

Can you turn nothin' to somethin, nigga, it depends

Sometimes I don't feel like countin' all these Benjamins

I'ma go and get it, bitch, I still want revenge

AK-47 and they got a .556

Them .762's count down all his lives and shit

He made it out the trap, get that boy a scholarship

I'm a guapahaholic, baby, watch me count this shit