D.R.B - The Trill Deal lyrics

[Hook - IATG] Trill deal b**h, trill trill deal b**h x4 [Verse 1 - FreeJC] 'Bout to screw this beat, choppers on deck Getting dope while you losing weight, Josh Peck Blasting my sh** make you jump up and blast a Tec Likely my lead spit leave you looking a wreck Swole was the sh**, Money$Team left you in shock We the trill deal, hold onto your jock Frizzy and DaRoc, IATG on the track Addicted to this white kid like my name is crack Wake up! We the team you just can't sleep on Molesters, we young blood you better leap on Good eating since my diet consists of swole wheat Wack rappers need to bounce like a dryer sheet My women and my drink: plenty of that red rum Hot fresh like my name is Famous Amos, son Coming harder on this beat than Jenna Jameson And I'll be raw doggin' the game until I'm famous, son [Hook - IATG] [Verse 2 - D.R.B. & J-Franks] [D.R.B.] I got that crazy swag, no Lady GaGa Lone wolf beasting all of my sh**, get it patna (partner)? I'm the savior of hip hop, you can call me John Connor My essence will live on for eternity, Dalai Lama I do this rap sh** like I'm a muthaf**in' Boss Got all these n***as suprised, having seizures, Rick Ross I fly high above all of these other n***as, Randy Moss I'm undefeated like the Packers, all wins, you're like the Colts, all losses [J-Franks] Money$Team got that Trill status on the lock down Your rhymes so ugly make me got my co*k down f** chicken choking, I'm outlawing that sh** Now I got ya in prison while I stay at the Ritz Money$Team is the tits, man you can't f** with this When I go take a piss, dick spurts out excellence Partying out in Vegas, even the bank won't break us This life is outrageous, Money$Team is the greatest [Hook - IATG] [Verse 3 - IATG] I'm authentic b**h; you man made And I'm in your face, like a band aid Life's a fast race, you're in last place Better fix them bad brakes before you're a** scraped You got no shot, my flow hot, you blow co*k, you're so soft It's just mo' talk, soul I got, like a toe sock in a low top It's Money$Team, we gettin that money cream Make all the junkies scream, we're lovely like a sunny dream Birdman RocBeast TG Franks and JC on the track We arrest your cardiac, b**h, this a heart attack We on top like Starter caps, we got that sauce get tartar smacked We're ill, we k** and we fill just like body fat Yeah, Money$Team in the buildin' The world revolves around us, sun, son, we eclipsin Start snitchin' and the doctors will start stitchin' Money$Team, we wet all these hoes like a christenin' (Obey your thirst) [Hook - IATG] [Outro]