Artist: Rick Ross Album: Trilla Song: Billionaire Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash {*female voice: "Just Blaze"*} [Rick Ross] Trillahhhhhh! Ross, yeah TRILLA~! Feels good baby Boss {*echoes*} I done took over the game nigga Hoppin out the Bugati with my Ballys on... no underwear nigga My jeans tight fitting too nigga; Jay-Z whattup nigga! Uhh... yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap) Leave me in the trunk, walk away with big stacks (big stacks) They jealous of the fortune Glitz and the fame, a cocaine mortgage In the game like Tony Parker Snow white Range, let my partner pocket I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem Homey I put that on my only momma (MOMMA!) Still rollin with the fo'-fifth Now that I'm rich got these broke niggaz so sick (ughhhh) And my daughter college pre-paid She straight, say thanks to the D game In the Phantom on that Tupac Ridin through the ghetto like I'm lookin for a new spot (NOT~!) But I'm well established I fuck with her-on cause it sell the fastest [Chorus] I'ma rider '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 [Rick Ross] Ughhh, boss, a bitch try and stick me Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me (naw) I only fuck with the O.G.'s The ones that won't turn you in to the police (police) On the run I threw a nigga fo' ki's ID's, passports it was so sweet (they lookin at me!) Front yard still a car show Bugati, the Gotti of Muraco (Muraco) I won't let the roof up Kingdom come, Prince of Zamundah 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 fill a clip I'm a card shark up in the Hard ROck Twenty grand a hand, favorite jam in the iPod [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Boss... hit a hundred grand in a day, damn Whip that white girl just like K-Fed Got me a white girl, I fuck 'til her face red Yeah her food tastes bad, but she give me great head Please let me say that I really love her fat ass Send her to dealership and she-can she-can get that My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects I ride with the AR, in case a nigga start shit [Chorus] [Outro] Triple C, we unstoppable Told y'all niggaz in '95 I was worth ten million Now it's '08 and I got ten in the bank nigga What else y'all got for me nigga; I wanna see it~! I need yours too homey Y'all niggaz gettin washed up, y'knahmtalkinbout Y'all need to let a nigga slide through like that there real proper like Tryin to make some moves man See I got on my tone four shades nigga I got a new outlook on life y'know Ever since I got my W-2 back you feel me I got plans for you niggaz man Murder is not a problem I'm the boss, still comin 183rd nigga Hit me up on the 3-0-5 or the 7-8-6 It's all the same gang, posted up in front of Popeye's in the Maybach nigga You done seen me nigga Triple C's nigga, I'm the BOSS! {*echoes*} Church...