Hood Billionaire

Justice League

Trilla! Ross, yeah

Trilla! Feels good baby

Boss I done took over the game nigga

Hoppin' out the Bugatti with my Ballys on, no underwear nigga

My jeans tight fitting too nigga

Jay-Z whattup nigga!

Uh yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now

Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap)

Leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)

They jealous of the fortune

Glitz and the fame, a cocaine mortgage

In the game like Tony Parker

Snow white Range, let my partner park it

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

Homie I put that on my only momma (MOMMA!)

Still rollin' with the fo'-fifth

Now that I'm rich got these broke niggas so sick (ughhhh)

And my daughter college pre-paid

She straight, say thanks to the D game

In the Phantom on that 2Pac

Ridin' Thru The Ghetto like I'm lookin for a new spot

I'm not; But I'm well established

I fuck with heroin because it sells the fastest

I'mma rider '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

Ughhh, boss, a bitch try and stick me

Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me (naw)

I only fuck with the O.G.'s

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

On the run I threw a nigga fo' keys

ID's, passports it was so sweet (they lookin at me!)

Front yard still a car show

Bugatti, the Gotti of Morocco

I won't let the roof up

Kingdom come, Prince of Zamundah

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 fill a clip

I'm a card shark up in the Hard Rock

Twenty grand a hand, favorite jam in the iPod

I'mma rider '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... hid a hundred grand in a day bed

Whip that white girl just like K-Fed

Got me a white girl, I fuck 'til her face red

Yeah her food tastes bad, but she give me great head

Please let me say that I really love her credit

Send her to dealership and she-can she-can get that

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

I ride with the AR, in case a nigga start shit

I'mma rider '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, we unstoppable

Told y'all niggas in '95 I was worth ten million

Now it's '08 and I got ten in the bank nigga

What else y'all got for me nigga; I wanna see it!

I need yours too homie

Y'all niggas gettin washed up, ya know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Y'all need to let a nigga slide through like that there real proper like

Tryin to make some moves man

See I got on my Tom Ford shades nigga I got a new outlook on life y'know

Ever since I got my W-2 back you feel me

I got plans for you niggas man

Murder is not a problem

I'm the boss, still comin 183rd nigga

Hit me up on the 3-0-5 or the 7-8-6

It's all the same gang, posted up in front of Popeye's in the Maybach, nigga

You done seen me nigga

Triple C's nigga, I'm the BOSS!

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