Veno Da Don - Still Trill (feat. TR¡LL) Lyrics

Go and run that money up nigga, what you waiting on
Aight
Go and run that money up nigga, what you waiting on
See us getting to it, you can do it, what you hating for
Shorty said I smell rich and I ain't spray cologne
If I call you a bad bitch, don't you take it wrong
Yeah, I'm quick to play a bitch if she don't play her role
Took a L and got it back, it ain't take me long
Model hoes in the club saying, "Take me home"
Why all these hoes on my dick, like it's eight feet long
All I know is chase the money, like J.P. Morgan
Nigga I be stacking blues, like my first name Corbin
If she good some good shhh, I might pay her mortgage
I be all about my bucks, feel like Bobby Portis
Aye, nigga game time
New city, still balling like it's Dame time
I got tired of rocking waves, I got hang time
Told them niggas get up with me, but they can't climb
Ugh ugh, damn, we the real deal
I just sent my dog some cleats, he in the field still
And my bitch just got a wax, look like Little Bill
Hit her from the back, she yelling, "Murder murder, kill kill"
Ugh, nigga and we still trill
'Member I ain't have a meal, now I want a mill
Nigga watching all my moves, like a IG reel
I prolly f*cked his girlfriend, I don't know how he feel
It's a gotdamn shame, what happened to flip
I had to fold that nigga up, like I'm wrapping a gift
He had cheese on his head, look like the Packers and shit
Ha, glahh, huh
F*ck a hundred thousand, bro I need a hundred M's
Told my bro I ain't sign a deal, so hell nah, I ain't got no chill
Nigga watch yo back and stand on ten, these niggas ah slime you out
Still be on my grind lil bitch, I'm making hits off momma couch (glahh)
Niggas thought I'd switch up for the pape, but I'm still trill
Got a bad bitch, she dressed in black and yellow, shorty Kill Bill
Ha, I still will ah slap a pussy nigga in his shit
I'm not around, they talking out they necks, but when I come back, niggas zipped (glahh)
Shhh Shhh, TRILL and Veno on a song together, nigga that's like Rick and Morty
(Glahh, glahh)
Make my old head catch a hat, he get a bucket, call 'em Bobby Portis
I can get you niggas touched, I can have you hoes extorted
I got OG's at the g-way, asking me what I got on they 40
F*ck yo bitch, I might record it
If it's good, I might adore it
All my bitches bad and expensive, you niggas can't afford it (glahh)
Niggas thought I'd switch up for the pape, but I'm still trill
Got a bad bitch, she dressed in black and yellow, Kill Bill
I still will, slap a pussy nigga in his shit
Niggas talking out they necks, but when I come around, they zipped (glahh)