Stay Trill (Mr. Bill Collector)

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Don't be thinking about my money, nigga, no Anybody try to stop it, they gotta go When I pull up in this new shit niggas know Probably run up to your bitch with another ho In these streets I'm still the king And I wouldn't survive my city Probably made to come to move And I'm bringing my city with me, Houston Gotta get this money right now Gotta get this money right now [Hook: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me And that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testing me like I ain't real All this money I'm getting, bitch, gonna blow it still Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill This just how I feel Nigga, that's just how I feel [Roscoe Dash] The only way to live your life is to keep it running til you get to the pesos So every single day of this life I'm trying to get it Cause enough ain't enough till I say so [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] All I do is get to the money collecting a sack While broke niggas be talking, I’m shining, they wayi n the back Got so much a my money on corners I run It like track Like I dunno wana hear bout nuthn if nuthn don’t stack Imma be in the spot for a minute tell em take focus Cuz I'mma focus on hatas til everyone of em notice If I’m forever the king of the place they say I’m the closest Can’t nobody compete with the truth they say im the coldest Pussy niggas keep testing probably cause they was stressn When see me pull up hoppin outta something n flexin Everyone a they hoes lookin at me like I'm a blessn Bout a send em a message and I ain’t talkn bout texting I get doe til there’s no more Other niggas wanna shine but all I do is wanna get more In the city ridin solo if it ain’t fast cash everything else slow more I gtta get this money my hustle got me going insane All this money keep on calling my name [Hook: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me And that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testing me like I ain't real All this money I'm getting, bitch, go through this deal Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill This just how I feel Ain't no time to chill Nigga, that's just how I feel [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] We forever on the paper chase We chase paper, never time for sleeping, better wake up And cake up, ain't talking about no money, what you say? I can't hear you, you're breaking up Nigga, get off of my cell If you ain't calling me about me making a mill Or me making a sale We money incorporated here The product he was producing, orchestrated here And if you look into my eyes You'll see the reflection of dollar signs My mind chaotic like the stock market You would think a nigga starving because a nigga go hard In the paint go hard if I can't get through See the domino effect when I knock em off the edge Mo money for me And if you wanna try to rob me You better ask somebody and understand what you coming to see A nigga coming with heat you better watch out for Frank-Lin We the true definition of the phrase Made men, Braveheart, stay hard Let me shine, let me get a little light, you can stay dark You can stay pushing filla's in the park, I'd rather move kilos than be your boss A nigga wanna run shit so I'm never on the dumb shit And always come equipped Don't be messing with my money, nigga no See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill em all The bill collector need his ends he won't ease up tonight [Hook: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me And that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testing me like I ain't real All this money I'm getting, bitch, go through this deal Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill This just how I feel Ain't no time to chill Nigga, that's just how I feel [Roscoe Dash] The only way to live your life is to keep it running til get to the pesos So every single day of this life I'm tryna get it Cause enough ain't enough till I say so