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The Trillest
Tory Lanez
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Meek Mill
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Was the money good?
Was dem bitches bad?
Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?
Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
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As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright
Every night that plug, for the trillest
See my momma cry too many tears
And we been broke like too many years
It ain't too many kids, a couple homies
There ain't too many there
And they all gotta eat,
They got too many kids
Too many kids with no fathers
Doing too many bids
Too many bids, just gave 'em kids
Too many years
As soon as you get that money
That's the soon they appear
Assuming you owe 'em something they assuming you share
And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family
It ain't the same
I should've gave my sister some money but I made it rain
I should've hit the crib with my son and play the game
But instead I ended up at the jeweller to make a chain
It's a saying saying when you make money
It make you change
Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I make a lane
Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains
And takin' planes, I put the work in and made a name
But the question is
Was the money good?
Was dem bitches bad?
Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?
Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours and the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest
I never wanted to be like Mike
I wanted to be like Mitch
Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this
I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit
Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'mma keep my shit
I got blood on my money, ether in my soul
Do you know the feeling during Easter with no clothes?
Now it's stars in the ceiling
Bringing ether out the rose
With the curtains on the windows
I'm just peekin' at my ghost
Money made me iller, already was realer
Young kings killin', young kings over skrilla
That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller
Or Reggie when I shoot for that three
They drop Fetty, that's good money
Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young
When we get some paper, we cop Prezis and ride rim
20 inch rims for the dope boy
Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy
Got that buy it all money, fuck I need a note for?
In them school hallways, fuck I need a note for?
We ain't wanna go to class, we was sellin' coke raw
The principal was coppin' too, hit him with a snowball
Was the money good?
Was dem bitches bad?
Was they fuckin' good?
Did your hood show you love?
Did the hoes say you fly?
If your friends say you're loyal
Throw your rollies in the sky
For the trillest, for the trillest
As the champagne pours
And the campaign roars
And the lights shine bright
Every night that plug, for the trillest
Lookin' for that intro
I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo
Matching kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga
Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo
When I was on my last
Nobody ain't tell me shit though
Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low
Do my thing, they jump back
Know how that shit go
And they say I'm arrogant
I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus
When I get that money like I married it
1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it
Since they say I'm underground
I run that bitch like Harriet
Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot
Pull up on 'em niggas that doubted me, shit, embarrassin'
I'm a real nigga with money, never trash it
You a fake nigga with money, it's no comparison
Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it
And told me that I couldn't do songs when I was battlin'
They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started trappin' it
Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate
I'mma just go sit up in this back again
Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em
Make a couple million by accident
Couple niggas dropped on Twitter they say they back again
Couple months later on Twitter they say it's laxative
Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em Benjamins
Plently of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a
Whole 'nother level from before now
Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down
When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now"
Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now
Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?"
I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down
Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down
We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches
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