Gold bottoms, everything trill White cup, hand full of pills Got the money so the bitches chill They do what we want they love the trill Caught the flu, yeah a nigga ill Making deals, I’m talking stacks, I want a mill Fuck a stack, nigga fuck a rack, how a hundred feel but a nigga stuntin still Boy this shit is so fucking real Acting hard might get you killed,and we all about them dollar bills That dirty money make my collar chill Son you niggaz, I’m your father still Bad bitch in them prada heels I’m royalty, so she better kneel. Fear God, not you, pistol whip and stomp you Bitch nigga, you are not a factor All black, like a black panther young king so lord with swaga rock star, Mick Jagger No time for the cheap chatter, These niggeaz don’t even matter.
(CHORUS) Is any of this real Its like all a dream Everything Trill baby girl take 2 of these tell me how you feel
Baby welcome to my mind It is truly yours! Welcome to my palace Look at this décor! Cocaine, marble floor Champagne connoisseur money carnivore I’m a hustler to the core draped up, dripping like water, look at all this ice Money taped up in the goyard duffel count it so precise, she wet, she lick her friend But she ain’t no dyke That money, make the bitches come And that’s the shit I like I play with that pussy while switching legs I slap that ass while I’m getting brain So insane, how it interplay I keep your girls so entertain Zanny bars with that fucking lean hyped up on caffeine Fm popping beans she getting wasted Fly as fuck and you niggas basic.
(CHORUS) Is any of this real Its like all a dream Everything Trill baby girl take 2 of these tell me how you feel