Billion Bucks (Remix)
[Verse: 3-15]
Feelin' like a Billi
Cruisin' through my city
Sittin'; chillin' pretty
Know you n***as fear me
Soon as people hear me
Know I'm gonna spin their heads
They listen to the deadly flow and I know they gon' wish they dead
Piss they bed, get the blade, shit they pants and slit their throats or bow down
With my tatted canvas, attractin' all the mass fans; n***as really wishin' that they had my raw sound
Just calm down, and watch the team; miracle lyrics'll get you lost in dreams
It often seems, like I'm underrated, but now I'm lookin' to cross the seams
Wasn't dope; that's old news and I'm goin' for broke
No more jokes; no more hoax
I'm showin' lames how to spit flames
And tellin' babes I'm like Rick James
Bitch, I'm tellin' you, I'm Three Fifteen;
He's the n***a that'll steal the scene
The real king unveils his ring; brings the fiends to fill his dream while he's real, blinks
And bitches don't know it, but I'm ready to come
I just wanna make sure the game's satisfaction isn't lackin' 'fore I'm even done
'cause the demon's come, to show his wrath, and make this cash and overpower
Rockin' with that cocky confidence and that confident cockiness
You can stop me, ms., 'fore I give you a golden shower
Locals can try, but they'll never shine more than ours
So now you know I'm here to stay
Make way for n***as paid
Javier and Aviel showin' n***as that we're really made
So please hate, you weak hoes
And replay the sweet notes
Watch me make, this free-throw
Hashtag 3-15's the tweet, hoe
Feelin' like a Billi
Cruisin' through my city
Sittin'; chillin' pretty
Know you n***as fear me
Soon as people hear me
Know I'm gonna spin their heads
They listen to the deadly flow and I know they gon' wish they dead
Piss they bed, get the blade, shit they pants and slit their throats or bow down
With my tatted canvas, attractin' all the mass fans; n***as really wishin' that they had my raw sound
Just calm down, and watch the team; miracle lyrics'll get you lost in dreams
It often seems, like I'm underrated, but now I'm lookin' to cross the seams
Wasn't dope; that's old news and I'm goin' for broke
No more jokes; no more hoax
I'm showin' lames how to spit flames
And tellin' babes I'm like Rick James
Bitch, I'm tellin' you, I'm Three Fifteen;
He's the n***a that'll steal the scene
The real king unveils his ring; brings the fiends to fill his dream while he's real, blinks
And bitches don't know it, but I'm ready to come
I just wanna make sure the game's satisfaction isn't lackin' 'fore I'm even done
'cause the demon's come, to show his wrath, and make this cash and overpower
Rockin' with that cocky confidence and that confident cockiness
You can stop me, ms., 'fore I give you a golden shower
Locals can try, but they'll never shine more than ours
So now you know I'm here to stay
Make way for n***as paid
Javier and Aviel showin' n***as that we're really made
So please hate, you weak hoes
And replay the sweet notes
Watch me make, this free-throw
Hashtag 3-15's the tweet, hoe