Billion Bucks

Hook: [Jarren Benton] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3 They gone hate, but we don't give a billion (fucks) x3 I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3 Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3 [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Uno, dos, tres, leggo Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like Jell-O Pull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram Of the white girl nigga, Jay Othello Kick a nigga door for the k-i-l-o Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow Sayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthafucka say hello Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights Bitch you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right Got a white bitch but shes not bright If the bitch'll blow a nigga for his Snickers then imagine What the ho would do for a Klondike! Feelin' like a billion And then I'm about to kill again He's on his own island bet them niggas think I'm Gilligan No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger nigga I'ma pop a little pill again What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again I shove a muthafucka's head right inside the ceiling fan Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands D-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling Wake up feeling like a billion bucks Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck I need a ho to give me futuristic head Blow me in the space ship, call the bitch, Aeon Flux Fall off in the club with the heat on tuck This my year y'all be on suck Gone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch 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 killin' these rappers I bet there's no comparin' Not a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin' And I'm so embarrassed, 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, bitch 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 shit 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 shit on the internet when I see you I'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, cock 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 fuckin' 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 shit, ‘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 niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates Killin' the industry what a difference a year make! I’m here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great? You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break You niggas so basic -- fly The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement Based in the fucking 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 nigga 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 classics, nigga, 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 niggas struggle like five in the bank You bullshittin' like five in the tank See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine So I ain’t got another nigga to thank Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age Say niggas 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]