Bill-me Clinton (yeah)

Trillville (right) I see you sir

'Bout to crank this motherfucker up right (yeah)

Tellin y'all 'bout these muh'fuckin Donnie Brasco-ass niggaz

Muh'fuckin snakes in the grass nigga (I see you)

Get ate up by these muh'fuckin sharks nigga

Knahmtalkinbout? Yeah, yeah..


[Verse One]

Dunn we stay on the road mo' than construction workers

My pockets stay, fatter than them niggaz eatin them burgers

Me, I'm a Red Lobster nigga

Lobster bar, eatin like a mobster nigga

Trillville, I'm a are, cause I'm a trill nigga

Trilltown on the right cause I'ma put in the light

Ayy, ayy, dese niggaz don't know me

I'm the same nigga befo', and not the BET

Call me Corleone or Don P

It doesn't matter cause it's allllllll me

Like if I was to push a whip, Cartiers, and gold teeth

You would STILL see me in the streets, muh'fucker


[Chorus]

Dese niggaz think dey slick, tryin to infiltrate my click

But they cain't, cause as soon as I say AYYY, we all goin my way

Tryin to take my cheese, man that shit ain't gon' work with me

Cause as soon as I say YEAHHH, everybody comin with me


[Verse Two]

I gotta have the fresh shit dat {?} me

Ho you ain't gettin in 'less you show some ID

I'm a 106'n like AJ and Free

And I'm poppin Cristal, Moet and Hennessy

Cause I'm way too cool, but I'll be damned if a nigga try

disrespect my shit, watch a hatin nigga die

It's too much money but, not enough time

But if you get your foot, in the do', then you gotta climb

to the top, but haters gon' hate, want you to flop

But if you get rollin the thang gon' pop

I'ma get bread whether it's cold or hot

And when we come through the city all the hoes gon' flock


[Chorus]


[Verse Three]

Well it's King once again for the 2005

Dirty mouth the Gucci man Trillville on the rise

Trilltown dey in motion, Don P on my side

And you know I keep the potion full of 'gnac in my ride

Steppin out lookin good with Desire cologne

My main focus is to leave with somethin to take home

Now it's back in my zone, custom 3 what I claim

Never let these bitch niggaz get me off of my game

Now it's back to the lab, to read up on the yap

Lil' Atlanta hit me up to let me know 'bout the trap

Everythang's all good, now it's back to the hood

Got some broads do it all, loves grippin the wood

I'm a G about mine so nigga what about you

Get your mind off my money before my gun's on you

I don't have to play games therefore I don't make moves

I just post on the block with a million deuce


[Chorus]


Ewww

Bill-me Clinton, yeah

Trillville, I see you sir

Hehe

Right

I see you

Writer : HARDING, JEREMY/HENRIQUES, SEAN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing