A Trillion Bucks

Don't need no love
just shell toes and wicked bud
bullets shut down clubs
broken glass
so hit the mud

Still rolling buzzed
ditch the gun with
vintage gloves
you see my image
but player hater
your life is done

I'm in the spirit
your journeys just begun
your pockets low
I hustle quick for swollen funds
bumb bumb

Run a trap
to snatch the ones
bundle up
stacked up perched up
and cut
analyze the truck
stuffed out the back
like a trillion bucks