Songwriters: Crowe, K; Ortiz, E; Roberts, W;Trilla, boss, yeah, Trilla, feels good, baby  Boss, I done took over the game, nigga  Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys on  No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted, too nigga  Jay-Z, wuddup nigg? Yeah, let me fuck with 'em right now    Niggas want to kidnap, leave me in the trunk  Walk away with big stacks  They jealous of the fortune  Glitz and the fame, my cocaine mortgage    In the game like Tony Parker  Snow white range and my partner pocket  I'm back on them thangs that's my only problem  Homie, I put that on my only mamma    Still rollin' with the 4, 5th, now that I'm rich  Got these broke niggas so sick  And my daughters college pre-paid, she straight  Say thanks to the D game    In that phantom on that Tupac  Ridin' through the ghetto like I'm lookin' for a new spot  Naw, but I'm well established  I fuck with heroin 'cause it sells the fastest    I'ma ride '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    A bitch try to stick me  'Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me  Naw, I only fuck with the OG's  The ones that won't turn you in to the police    On the run, I'm thru' wit nigga four keys  ID's, passports, it was so sweet  Front yard still a car show, blue gotti to gotti, I'm a rocko  I won't let the roof up, kingdom come, princess Amunda    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 every time I feel a clip  I'm a card shark up in a hard rock  Twenty grand a hand, baby, jamin' the ipod    I'ma ride '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    Boss, hit a hundred grand in a day damn  Whip that white girl just like K-Fed  Got me a white girl, I fuck till her face red  Yeah, her food tastes bad, but she givin' great head    Please, let me say that, I really love her fat ass  [Incomprehensible] to the dealership, and she can, she can get that  My heart in the ghetto, I'm married to the projects  I ride with AR, in case a nigga start shit    I'ma ride '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    Triple C, when y'all stoppin' me  Told you all niggas in '95, I was worth two million  Now it's a way and I got ten in the bank nigga  What else y'all got from Nick? I wanna see  I need yours to own, God, niggas gettin' washed out    And that's alright, I've been lettin' it be slightly  Like that they will prob'ly like  Tryna make some kinda moves, man    Yes, I got a Vuitton, four shades, nigga  I gotta all new look, alright, you know  Ever since I got my W2 bracket, fear me  I got plans for you niggas, man    Murder's not a problem  I'm the boss, still comin' down, 183rd, nigga  They gave you up on the 305, 47 A6, it's all the same game  Posted up in front of Papa's  And the Maybach [Incomprehensible] scenes  Triple C's like, boss, church      © 4 BLUNTS LIT AT ONCE LLC;    these lyrics are last corrected by SS Will