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billionaire b - thats it lyrics

thats it lyrics
[intro: billionaire b]
yea.. aye.. yea..
pull up on that b+tch..
tucked it on that b+tch..
quarter grand thats big..
100k that was easy
attitude on eazy..
100 rounds gotta protect the bussdown
n+ggas play me and i’m squeezing (yea thats it)

[chorus: billionaire b]
moet make her mo wet (uhh)
thick thighs and she bow+legged
you a fake n+gga and she know better
she gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea thats it
aye aye uh
big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run
half a mill the last four summers
i dont trust you n+ggas
so i dont tell you nothing (yea thats it)
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea uh yea uh
yea uh yea uh
[verse 1: billionaire b]
want it all you just want some
bought a 40 then i bought a drum
streets cold can’t trust nothing
told the plug i’m trying touch something
trap jumping on a holiday (jump)
tryna’ get it i know a 100 ways
3 a day make a 100k
for a g a piece she made a 100 plays
quarter of that on a loft flat
big ballin you big mad
bring it back that’s a big bag
yea… i been up i just lost track
bounce.. bounce back… never had to
sh+t on n+ggas.. i’d be glad to
say you real that’s half true
shut em’ down that’s what facts do
yea ok i did it my way
you silly n+ggas just in the way (uh)
always b+tching always need a favour
gotcho’ b+tch in my face trying find labor
hit that hoe cuz i’m super petty
you took her back but she never left me
i took a chance now the bag heavy
she could make a mill if her mind ready
[chorus: billionaire b]
moet make her mo wet
thick thighs and she bow+legged
you a fake n+gga and she know better (aye)
she gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea thats it
aye hey uh
big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run
half a million the last four summers
i dont trust you n+ggas
so i dont tell you nothing (yea thats it)
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea uh yea uh

[verse 2: ad]
(yea yea yea yea yea yea yea)
thats it 40 cal make em backflip
i was down bad my whole life
now a n+gga ballin up in saks fifth (true)
ak with the black grip
dont you ever ever think its rap sh+t (no)
compton city really clap sh+t
ima’ hit em up on my pack sh+t
i mean pac.. on my block
either codeine or the crystal rocks
we ain’t testifying 69
see dat boy… he get shot
steady schemin’ tryna’ get a knot
seen you slippin’ tryna’ get the box
hit the cway tryna’ dip the cops
double back we tryna’ get the opps
i ain’t playing wit no rappers
run his mouth he’ll need doctor (yea he will)
tommy egan with the power (why)
ima’ shoot it out like proctor (woah)
got a taste for some crusteceans
need a sea bass and some lobster
ima modern day al capone
living life like a mobster.. hey.. (go.. go..)

[chorus: billionaire b]
moet make her mo wet
thick thighs and she bow+legged
you a fake n+gga and she know better
she gonnna hit the road no matter what the weather
yea thats it
yea thats it
y
ea thats it
aye aye huh
big face yea the 41 40 on me ill never run
half a mill the last four summers
i dont trust you n+ggas
so i dont tell you nothing (yea thats it)
yea thats it
yea thats it
yea uh yea uh
yea uh yea uh

- billionaire b lyrics

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