Space Jam JaYe - Everything Trill lyrics

rate me

Gold bottoms, everything trill

White cup, hand full of pills

Got the money so the bitches chill

They do what we want they love the trill

Caught the flu, yeah a nigga ill

Making deals, I’m talking stacks, I want a mill

Fuck a stack, nigga fuck a rack, how a hundred feel

but a nigga stuntin still

Boy this shit is so fucking real

Acting hard might get you killed,and we all about them dollar bills

That dirty money make my collar chill

Son you niggaz, I’m your father still

Bad bitch in them prada heels

I’m royalty, so she better kneel.

Fear God, not you, pistol whip and stomp you

Bitch nigga, you are not a factor

All black, like a black panther

young king so lord with swaga rock star, Mick Jagger

No time for the cheap chatter,

These niggeaz don’t even matter.

(CHORUS)

Is any of this real

Its like all a dream

Everything Trill

baby girl take 2 of these tell me how you feel

Baby welcome to my mind

It is truly yours!

Welcome to my palace

Look at this décor!

Cocaine, marble floor

Champagne connoisseur money carnivore

I’m a hustler to the core

draped up, dripping like water, look at all this ice

Money taped up in the goyard duffel

count it so precise, she wet, she lick her friend

But she ain’t no dyke

That money, make the bitches come

And that’s the shit I like

I play with that pussy while switching legs

I slap that ass while I’m getting brain

So insane, how it interplay

I keep your girls so entertain

Zanny bars with that fucking lean

hyped up on caffeine

Fm popping beans she getting wasted

Fly as fuck and you niggas basic.

(CHORUS)

Is any of this real

Its like all a dream

Everything Trill

baby girl take 2 of these tell me how you feel

Thanks to Steve for correcting these lyrics