Rittz - Billion Bucks lyrics

Hook: [Jarren Benton] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3 They gone hate, but we don't give a billion (f**s) x3 I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (s*uts) x3 Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3 [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Uno, dos, tres, leggo Y'all s**a a** n***as soft like Jell-O Pull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram Of the white girl n***a, Jay Othello Kick a n***a door for the k-i-l-o Blunt full of kush make a n***a feel mellow Sayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthaf**a say hello Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights b**h you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right Got a white b**h but shes not bright If the b**h'll blow a n***a for his Snickers then imagine What the ho would do for a Klondike! Feelin' like a billion And then I'm about to k** again He's on his own island bet them n***as think I'm Gilligan No resilience I'll pop a n***a, drop a n***a Heath Ledger n***a I'ma pop a little pill again What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again I shove a muthaf**a's head right inside the ceiling fan Leave a p**y n***a shaking in his Timberlands D-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling Wake up feeling like a billion bucks b**h get to steppin' if you don't f** I need a ho to give me futuristic head Blow me in the space ship, call the b**h, Aeon Flux Fall off in the club with the heat on tuck This my year y'all be on s** Gone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood b**h we goin' nuts like [Hook: Jarren Benton] [Verse 2: Rittz] Okay Jarren, dog I know they scared When they see me and you together man it's so unfair The way we k**in' these rappers I bet there's no comparin' Not a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin' And I'm so embarra**ed, 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, b**h 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 sh** 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 sh** on the internet when I see you I'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, co*k 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 f**in' 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 sh**, ‘cause I'm an easy target Eatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion... [Hook: Jarren Benton] [Verse 3: Jon Connor] 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 n***as real fake, my n***a's Bill Gates k**in' the industry what a difference a year make! I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great? You f** outta luck, I can hear the mirror break You n***as so basic -- fly The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement Based in the f**ing 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 n***a 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 cla**ics, n***a, 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 n***as struggle like five in the bank You bullsh**tin' like five in the tank See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine So I ain't got another n***a to thank Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age Say n***as 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... [Hook: Jarren Benton]