Billionaire Lyrics - Trilla - Rick Ross

Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby 

Boss, I done took over the game, nigga 

Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on 

No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga 

Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now 

Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk 

Walk away with big stacks 

They jealous of the fortune 

Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage 

In the game like Tony Parker 

Snow white range and my partner pocket 

I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem 

Homie, I put that on my only mamma 

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Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich 

Got these broke niggas so sick 

And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight 

Say thanks to the D game 

In that phantom on that Tupac 

Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot 

Naw, but I'm well established 

I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest 

I'ma ride '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 

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A bitch try to stick me 

'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me 

Naw, I only fuck with the OG's 

The ones that won't turn you in to the police 

On the run, I'm thru' wit nigga four keys 

ID's, passports, it was so sweet 

Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko 

I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda 

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 feel a clip 

I'm a card shark up in a hard rock 

Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod 

I'ma ride '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, hit a hundred grand in a day damn 

Whip that white girl just like K-Fed 

Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red 

Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head 

Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass 

[Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that 

My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects 

I ride with AR, in case a nigga start shit 

I'ma ride '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, when y'all stoppin' me 

Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million 

Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga 

What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see 

I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out 

And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly 

Like that they will prob'ly like 

Tryna make some kinda moves, man 

Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga 

I gotta all new look, alright, you know 

Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me 

I got plans for you niggas, man 

Murder's not a problem 

I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga 

They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game 

Posted up in front of Papa's 

And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes 

Triple C's like, boss, church