Billion Bucks (Bonus Track)

Most certainly, yeah

L.T. mOE music

L.T., you a fool for this one

Statlanta, Statlanta

I'm my favorite too

This is Zone 3 speakin', Stat Quo stay cheesin'

On the griz e'ry day and night and season

Out here, I ain't leavin', you hatin' for no reason

Keep bitchin' and tongue teasin'

Them haters'll start squeezin'

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 yo' bitch

She sucked my dick like she was eatin'

The children's in my region, the city really needs him

'Cause these **** rappin', slackin', and underachievin'

Check my brain, know the name, the status I'm reachin'

Ice you never dreamed of while y'all are sleepin'

Bad girl freakin', all night skeetin'

Huh, pimp hard, leave the country for the weekend

No question, I'm him all season

Statlanta, oh yes, the one you should believe in

They say I'm doin' too much

I don't twist in my whip, blowin' purp out the dutch

No, shawty, pop that clutch

Finger up, other hand on my nuts, shawty, what?

I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-I'm-I'm

Fresh dressed like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

(Is he the street-est of the street ****?)

Nope, I ain't tryna be that

I'm just tryna get scrilla my ****, shawty, relax

Folk off in the barbershop, askin' where I be at

Fuckin' yo' bitch while you cuttin' hair, ****, buy that

The veal on my badge, G-M-M still intact

I don't snap when I dance, I just snap on this track

E'ry **** 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 snack

I don't fire up 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', bad back, AY

They say I'm doin' too much

I don't twist in my whip, blowin' purp out the dutch

No, shawty, pop that clutch

Finger up, other hand on my nuts, shawty, what?

I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-I'm-I'm

Fresh dressed like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

I rep the A from my fitted on down to my feet

E'ry time I hit the club, I'm goin' home with a freak

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 fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a bil-I'm-I'm

Fresh dressed like a billion bucks

I'm fresh, dressed, like a billion bucks

Yeah, L.T. mOE, Stat Quo

G-M-M, shady aftermath

A-Town, A-Town