Stat Quo - Billion Bucks

Hey, hey, most certainly (LT moE music)
Hey, hey (LT, you a fool for this one)
Hey, hey, Statlanta, Statlanta
Hey, hey, hahaha, I'm my favorite too (go)

This is Zone 3 speakin', Stat Quo stay cheesin'
On the grizz every day, and night, and season (come on)
Out here, I ain't leavin', you hatin' for no reason
Keep bitchin' and tongue teasin', them heaters'll start squeezin' (yeah)
Have you sick and grievin', dead not breathin'
Get back, lay down, motherfucker, now we even
Primetime G'in, him ya ain't seein'
Mad 'cause I fucked your bitch, she sucked my dick like she was teethin'
The children's in my region, the city really needs him
'Cause these niggas rappin', slackin' and underachievin'
Check my brain, know the name, the status I'm reachin'
Heights you never dream of, while you all are sleepin'
Bad girl freakin', all night skeetin'
Huh, pimp hard, leave the country for the weekend
Huh, no question, I'm him all season
Statlanta, oh yes, the one you should believe in

Hey, they say I'm doin' too much
I don't twist in my whip, blowin' purp' out the Dutch (out the Dutch)
Whoa, shawty pop that clutch
Finger up, other hand on my nuts, shawty, what?
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-)
(I'm-I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks)

Is he the streetest of the street niggas? (Nope)
I ain't tryna be that
I'm just tryna get scrilla my nigga, shawty, relax
Folk off in the barbershop, askin' where I be at (where the nigga be at?)
Fuckin your bitch while you cuttin' hair, nigga, buy that
The 'Ville on my back, GMM still intact
I don't snap when I dance, I just snap on the track (come on)
Every nigga tryna trap on wax, ease back
Not me, I'm me, I won't slack for the scratch
I got love for my folk who really hustle for the snacks
On fire, fuck a match, I know you wonder what I pack
Just know it's jet black, fully loaded, buddy act
I ain't tryna be a gangsta but I will cock it back
To defend my folk, I'll be forced to react
On some violent shit, and push your wig straight back
It's Stat, dig that, I'm the shit, them the facts
You don't like me when you see me, keep it movin', back-back (ayy)

Hey, they say I'm doin' too much
I don't twist in my whip, blowin' purp' out the Dutch (out the Dutch)
Whoa, shawty pop that clutch
Finger up, other hand on my nuts, shawty, what?
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-)
(I'm-I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks)

I rep the A from my fitted on down to my feet (down to my feet)
Every time I hit the club, I'm goin' home with a freak (oh)
Lames hate me from the side 'cause I'm who they wanna be
Bad bitches in my ride 'cause they all know that I'm
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-) Hey
(I'm-I'm-I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks) Hey
(I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks)

(Hey) Yeah, LT mOE, Stat Quo, nigga
GMM (hey)
Shady, Aftermath, A-Town
Yeah (hey)

Written by:
Stanley Benton

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