Rappin’ & Robbin’

[Intro: Billionaire Black]
Turn up (Bang)
Turn up (Bang)
(D-G-A-I-N-Z)
Bang, bang, bang

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, if I wasn't rappin' (Huh)
I'd still be robbin', catchin' niggas lackin' (You cappin')
Run up on him, put the four-nickel in his face (Bang)
Banger in his mouth, ask the pussy nigga, "How it taste?"
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, if I wasn't rappin' (Huh)
I'd still be robbin', catchin' niggas lackin' (You cappin')
Run up on him, put the four-nickel in his face (Billionaire)
Banger in his mouth, then ask the pussy nigga, "How it taste?" (Billionaire, Billionaire, Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Billionaire Black]
Niggas talkin' like I ain't been on the trey (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm still gettin' money, trappin' every day (I'm paid)
Keep a tool on me, nigga, get screwed up (Bang)
Widebody Chevy like you my niggas ridin' school bus (We gone)
You niggas sneak dissin', I ain't gon' say your name (Uh)
I ain't tryna give you airtime, you niggas want the fame (That's a shame)
0-5-what? (What?) .45 bust
Bet four, five duck, but (Ha)
On another note, bitch, I'm still gettin' paid
And I got a main bitch, but I'm still gettin' laid
You better get your girl 'cause she all on me, bruh (Billionaire)
Nah, I ain't friendly, I ain't tryna be your homie, bruh (Billionaire)
Hop up out the whip and spray your ass with the Tommy, bruh (Bang)
50 got a fifty, rest in peace you and your homie, bruh
Yeah, and my goons love the gunplay
We bet' not catch y'all goofy-ass comin' up that one-way

[Chorus: Billionaire Black & 50 Shots]
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, if I wasn't rappin' (Brrat)
I'd still be robbin', catchin' niggas lackin' (It's 50)
Run up on him, put the four-nickel in his face (Baow)
Banger in his mouth, ask the pussy nigga, "How it taste?"

[Verse 2: 50 Shots]
Crunchtime, ran out, call the gwala
Wartime, bitch, ask about me, bitch, I'm a shotta
It's lunchtime, we at your head like a fitted cap
Matter fact, Billonaire'll push his fitted back
Hit his ass up, took off through the gangway
Black gloves, black shirt, me, and a SK
I'm on fire, hotter than a fever
Chopper hit his ass, left him shakin' like a seizure
Hottie World, bitch, yeah, we livin' in a zoo
Banana clips on the gun, what you wanna do?
Fifty shots in the clip got a nigga confident
Playin' all them games, have the dirt as your residence
Money's evident, Money Ova Everything
Chain hang low, gun down to my dingaling
I might not have a pinky ring, but I got a bankroll
Blowin' money fast, throwin' money on these stank hoes

[Chorus: Billionaire Black]
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, if I wasn't rappin' (Huh)
I'd still be robbin', catchin' niggas lackin' (You cappin')
Run up on him, put the four-nickel in his face (Bang)
Banger in his mouth, ask the pussy nigga, "How it taste?"
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, if I wasn't rappin' (Huh)
I'd still be robbin', catchin' niggas lackin' (You cappin')
Run up on him, put the four-nickel in his face (Billionaire)
Banger in his mouth, then ask the pussy nigga, "How it taste?"

[Outro: Billionaire Black & 50 Shots]
Yeah, you fuck niggas know what it is, man
It's drill season, bang
Welch World to Hottie World, nigga
Brrat
You know what it is – Jaro City, Hottie World
We don't give no fuck, L's or shells, nigga
Got me in this bitch with Billionaire, fuck niggas
Fuck around and catch a body in this bitch