Stay Trill (Mr. Bill Collector)

Lyrics

[Intro] Honorable C.N.O.T.E [Verse 1: Trae tha Truth] Don't be thinkin' 'bout my money, nigga, no Anybody try to stop it, they gotta go When I pull up in this new shit niggas know Probably run-up to your bitch with another hoe In these streets, I'm still the king And I wouldn't sell out my city Finally made the come-up move And I be bringin' my city with me, Houston (Ayy, ayy) Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy) Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me and that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testin' me like I ain't real All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill) That's just how I feel (Nigga, that's just how I feel) [Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Roscoe Dash] Ain't no time to chill-time to chill-time to chill Call me Mr. Bill Collector, I be hustlin' all day and night Nigga, that's just how I feel All day and night That's how I feel, that's how I feel The only way to live your life is to keep it runnin' 'til you get to the pesos So every single day of my life I'm tryna to get it 'Cause enough ain't enough 'til I say so [Verse 2: Trae tha Truth] All I do is get to the money, collectin' a sack While broke niggas be talkin', I'm shinin', they way in the back Got so much of my money on corners, I run it like track Like I don't wanna hear 'bout nothin' if nothin' don't stack I'ma be in the spot for a minute, tell 'em to focus 'Cause I'ma focus on haters 'til everyone of 'em notice That I'm forever the king of the place they say I'm the closest Can't nobody compete with the Truth, they say I'm the coldest Pussy niggas keep testin' probably 'cause they was stressin' When see me pull up hoppin' outta somethin' and flexin' Every one of they hoes lookin' at me like I'm a blessi'n 'Bout to send 'em a message and I ain't talkin' 'bout textin' I get dough 'til there's no more Other niggas wanna shine but all I do is wanna get more In the city ridin' solo, if it ain't fast cash everything else slow-mo I gotta get this money, my hustle got me goin' insane All this money keep on callin' my name [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me and that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testin' me like I ain't real All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill) That's just how I feel (Nigga, that's just how I feel) [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] We forever on the paper chase We chase paper, never time for sleepin' Better wake up and cake up Ain't talkin' about no money, what you say? I can't hear you, you're breakin' up Nigga, get off of my cell If you ain't callin' me about me makin' mail or me makin' a sale We money incorporated here The product he was producin', orchestrated here And if you look into my eyes, you'll see the reflection of dollar signs My mind chaotic like the stock market You would think a nigga starvin' because a nigga go hard in the paint Bogart if I can't get through See the domino effect when I knock 'em off the edge mo' money for me And if they wanna try to rob me, you better ask somebody and understand what you comin' to see A nigga comin' with heat You better watch out for Frank-Lin We the true definition of the phrase Made men, Braveheart, stay hard Let me shine, let me get a little light, you can stay dark You can stay pushin' papers in the park, I'd rather move kilos and be your boss A nigga wanna run shit so I'm never on the dumb shit And always come equipped So don't be messin' with my money, nigga, no See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all The bill collector need his ends, he won't ease up tonight [Chorus: Trae tha Truth] I stay trill Fuck niggas ain't shit to me and that's how I feel Pussy niggas keep testin' me like I ain't real All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill) That's just how I feel (Nigga, that's just how I feel) [Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Roscoe Dash] Ain't no time to chill-time to chill-time to chill Call me Mr. Bill Collector, I be hustlin' all day and night Nigga, that's just how I feel All day and night That's how I feel, that's how I feel The only way to live your life is to keep it runnin' 'til you get to the pesos So every single day of my life I'm tryna to get it 'Cause enough ain't enough 'til I say so