Trillumanti

[Verse 1] Dope money, fuck that I want some real money I’m tryna build something, not worry bout you stealing from me Still thugging, I carry out but I got a mil coming My carry on got 30 bands in it, that’s real money She don’t how I fucks her till I pass out, I don’t feel nothing It’s still a [?] if you spill something (fuck!) I lost count, skipped town, and they thought about it Still got it on me, rather get caught with it then caught without it Yeah my president is black, my bankroll blue Gave half of my life to this rap shit, bust my gun too Lost most of my friends, bought some more and a Benz Pay off my partner’s lawyer as soon as I sell these rims Say you want to test the waters, bought to mail me a ten So fucked up I might go missing, never hear from me again One thing about lick money, look how fast it’s spent Meanwhile, sending [?] to the pen Yeah, getting loaded with all this paper on me In the HOV lane all by my lonely Doing a dollar in that Vette, tryna make it go 200 And it’s only, you don’t want no problems Yeah I’m in the Trilluminati Me, Gates, Trip, Dolph, and Yo Gotti So throwed off I don’t talk with nobody Lito