Trilla lyrics

[Intro: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
Okaaaay, I'm reloaded (Ain't expect this)
The homey, Elvis Freshly (Uh, Huuh) and Rick Ross-teen (Nigga)
He Back (I see ya, nigga)
I'm back (I smell that money)
I'm back (Yeah)
I'm back (Talk to me, nigga)
It's nowhere to go

[Hook: Mannie Fresh (Rick Ross)]
I'm talkin Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em

Trilllaaaaa...
BOSSSS
Yeah, trilla, feels good baby
BOSSSS,
I done took over the game nigga,
Hoppin' out the blue gotti with my bellys? on
No underwear nigga, my jeans tight fitted to nigga
Jay-Z wuddup nigg!
Uh, yeah
Let me f**k with 'em right now

[Verse 1:]
Niggas want to kidnap (kidnap), leave me in the trunk,
walk away with big stacks (big stacks)

i hope your all enjoying yourselfs
this is the dj khaled throwing down to aka the big dog pitbull terrasquadian
aka we da best aka dade county 3

[Chorus:]
I got a bunch of dollars
I can spend them on her
Cause she can be my lady,
She can be my lover
Call me on the late night,
Get right he ain't acting right
Every super woman needs a super man
Here I am

[Verse 1:]
Sight seeing we might be in the
Codra port or that new white BM
Home from FAMU with a gorgeous face,
Next semester she transfer to Florida state

Lord knows I ain't perfect

[Rodney (Rick Ross):]
I'm only human
I'm only human
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mmaa make-I'mma make-I'mma make mistakes
(Rodney, I love you, homie!)
I'm only human
(Appreciate it, dog!)
I'm a man, I make mistakes
I'mma make my mistakes

[Rick Ross:]
12 years old and you dealin' crack
Your momma only 26 - how she deal with that?

[Lil Wayne:]
I think we got a problem
Yeahh...

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Big money in this bitch if you didn't knew.
Big business minus the business suit.
Even I look in the mirror like is it you,
And I say I must be the hottest if it isnt you.
Stay fresh from my top to my tennis shoes.
New coop, no top, big tennis shoes.
Never slipped, not even on the side of a swimming pool.
We don't get rid of Q,

[Girl One (Girl Two):]
What is this? (Maybach music)
I like this Maybach music

[Both Girls:]
Sweeeeeeeeeeet!
Ha-ha-ha!

[Sample:]
Come and take a ride
Come and take a ride

[Rick Ross:]
Billionaire
Yayo
JUSTICE LEAGUE

[Rick Ross:]
57 years, yes!
Blood for a D-Boy
Hand my mack 11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on

[Girl: Talkin]
Dis for the trill bitches fuck a nigga money make me come
Boss u betta tell em

[Rick Ross:]
I need a real bitch 365 let her count the cheese let her see the pies
Might say in foolish but we have a bond
She make moves on my behalf when I had no bond all the death threats
cause I owe'd niggas
She told me get rest those are hoe niggas that's a real bitch she had to

[CHORUS x2]
I be reppin my city I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city er er er'y night
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city
I be reppin my city - no one can do it better

[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin Issey Miyake
Soon as I step in the room
Hundred thousand in jewels
Thats a whole lotta moves
So what's a soldier to do

[Intro: Rick Ross {R. Kelly}]
Legendary,
Runners,
You Know Me,
{o ooooh, o ooooh},
Trilla,
{o ooooh, o ooooh}

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account,
My account can't count up all my money in an hour,
'Cause it's comin too fast and I'm scared it won't last,
Look that white girl in her face,
Told her this was her last dance, goddamn (damn),

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Billionaire yeah you feel me
I have your bitch lacin up my shoes homey
Rollin them L's up haha
Gettin Money

[Hook: Trey Songz]
This is the life, this is the life
Ain't no stoppin it's champagne for poppin you [? ] from [? ]
This is the life, this is the life
Keep shit poppin these hoes they stay bobbin no stoppin us every night
This is the life, ain't no stoppin

Wet bars on the boat
Wet broad money low
Real like scott storch off from the coke
Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real
It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil
Still get the chills I call em the goosebumps
Ya alex had a vision I'm building like two trumps
Step in goosebumps I'm the main event
Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent
Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I keep pimpin to get in a bitch panties
I keeps spittin the critics can not compare me
They put it simple I am Mr. Miami
And my lil' pistol will flip over ya?
We the best at best you doin failing
Straight finesse?
That's from sunset we rippin up Cali
Fuck the chips I dip nigga?
Now I'm runnin from the ghetto bird
I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds