Lyrics 97 - B$N

One hundred and fifty on em 97s
Should've cost me 97
I don't give a fuck
Niggas hating on my coloured denims
I don't wanna wear em.
Nigga feeling like a tracky only shit I wanna wear
And its a pity that they envy
Life's looking rosy where them other niggas sitting
Chilling I'm just chilling, got the women in the kitchen
Paid my bills just to bill em now I'm worth about a billion
I'm a million in a billion

Keep it trilly, Im with niggas, collectively worth a million
Can't break us how we blocking round the nether like obsidian
My bitches ain't offended, if I dodge em I aint feeling them
We moving like the Mafia, we mobbing all Sicilian
This pizza got me leaning
I'm towering over niggas
Abusing all of my fiends
Empowering all these women
I beat and then delete
I'm tired of these bitches
And the witches and them snitches
I'm switching on em niggas
I hook em when I be fishing
I'm chilling with chiller children
I'm sitting where they ain't sitting
The building comes with a gym and it's lifting my sinning spirits
In touch and I still feel em
I killed a killers killer
I'm winning, a nigga spending

One hundred and fifty on em 97s
Should've cost me 97
I don't give a fuck
Niggas hating on my coloured denims
I don't wanna wear em.
Nigga feeling like a tracky only shit I wanna wear
And its a pity that they envy
Life's looking rosy where them other niggas sitting
Chilling I'm just chilling, got the women in the kitchen
Paid my bills just to bill em now I'm worth about a billion
I'm a million in a billion

Im a trillionaire
And I'm running different races, ima see you there
Throwing shade, chasing shadows round a silhouette
Medals we ain't winners yet
Got a silver he was trying
I swear to god, aint trust a bitch with my life
I'm with shak, he drilling six to the nine
Nigga busy making sticks turn to fire
Red lights, Im like Biggie in the ride
No diddy, I had fifty shots to die
So we still keep it on us nigga
Aint no telling if he selling, keep the stick by my side
I swear to god I made it obvious
He was sweating, and he left his niggas prisoned, he inside spending

One hundred and fifty on em 97s
Should've cost me 97
I don't give a fuck
Niggas hating on my coloured denims
I don't wanna wear em.
Nigga feeling like a tracky only shit I wanna wear
And its a pity that they envy
Life's looking rosy where them other niggas sitting
Chilling I'm just chilling, got the women in the kitchen
Paid my bills just to bill em now I'm worth about a billion
I'm a million in a billion