Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): K Crowe, E Ortiz, W Roberts
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Rick RossBillionaire Lyrics:
Trilllaaaaa... BOSSSS
Yeah, trilla, feels good baby BOSSSS,
I done took over the game nigga,
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys? on
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z wuddup nigg ! Uh, yeah
Let me f**k with 'em right now
[Verse 1:]
Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap), leave me
in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks)
They jealous of the fortune, the 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 only mamma.
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, nawwt. but i'm well
Established, I f**k with heroin cause it sells the fastest.
[Chorus]
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.
[Verse 2] Uh, boss
A bitch try to stick me,
Just cause you f**k me don't mean you can kiss me, naww
I only f**k with the O.G.'s, the ones that
won't turn you in to the police,
On the run ?? nigga four keys
I.d.'s, passports it was so sweet (they lookin' baby!)
Front yard still a carshow, blue gotti, the gotti and my rocko
I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, prince is a ?
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 everytime I feel a clip,
I'm a card shark up in a hard rock, 20
grand a hand baby jam in the ipod?
[Chorus]
I'm a 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.
[Verse 3] Boss
Hit a hundred grand in a day damn
Whip that white girl just like k-fed
Got me a white girl, I f**k til her face red,
Yeah her food tastes bad, but she givin great head,
Please let me say that, I really love a fat ass
Take her to the dealer ship, and shecan she can get that
My heart in the ghetto, i'm married to the projects
I ride with AR, incase a nigga start shit
[Chorus]
I'm a 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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