Lyrics BILLI - EARTHGANG, Future

BILLI

So I’m fucked up
Geeked up
Leaning like a tree trunk
I just dropped the blunt
Doing jumps
Off a speed bump
I don’t keep no girl
But they just show up when I need one
Baby give me life
Like its night at the museum
Ay
All about my freedom
Nigga fuck your ego
Tryna move the people
Tryna Catch a threesome
AY
You think we competing our goals is different
I told you niggas
I could never be happy with millions
At least ten figures
I need a Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (really)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
Really (a Billi)
Read a lot of books so my bank account woke
Bitch up 24/7 that ain’t no joke
Imma get money long as grass still grow
Cause it’s hard be a nigga, it’s worst being poor
I spend thousands every week
Man I gotta make sure my people eat
I don’t buried soldiers from the 4, ball out for my nights from the 3
You got a milli man I want a Billi man I want trilli man I want some more,
I’m buying my hood up
I got like 25 streams of income and they on Heavy flow
Grew up with homes all in my clothes
Shopping at Burlington looking for coats
Niggas back then had a whole lot of jokes
Fast forward 10 now I’m flipping off boats
Wheew, let me slow it down a bit
Flip the coins like bit
True story my first advance, lot of ones went to strippers
Still a west side nigga
Even though I rock the turban
Bag lady in the back ground, count it up cause I want a Billi
I need a Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (really)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
A Billi (a Billi)
Really (a Billi)
I feel like a God on this earth lil nigga
I can tell you slow up on these perks lil nigga
Bad bitch you can’t put a big Berk lil nigga
Mad rich and that get you murked lil nigga
I was in the field with all the junkies and the scammers
Gucci had the tote on like I got on my pajamas
I put on my chains on and I get ghost on all my bitches
I get on that drank and she wanna sip my cup now
Ridin with my iffany in my hand got my top down
Countin money I’m firing up with a blunt while they block gettin mopped down
Ain’t got no time to be explaining to bitch night
I get up when I get there ain’t stopping at no red light
Came out the bando with them junkies and zombies
Anytime a nigga know to go to that church its a Monday
Heard about a murder no we don’t know nothin
I be posted up with them demons where you find me at?
Hold up