UGC! A Trilli [Verse 1] A trillionaire, I'm a UGC trillionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil I leak on the sheet of the tablet In my mind cause I don't write sh**, cause I ain't got time Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the all mighty dollar And the all mighty power of that ch, ch, ch, ch chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father mothaf** a coppa Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge p**y poppin' Tell the coppers hahahaha you can't catch 'em, you can't stop 'em I go by them crown rules if you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em You can't man 'em then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em then you drop 'em You pop 'em cause I pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher!! OH Motherf**er I'm ill John [Verse 2] A trillion here, a trillion there Sicilian b**h with long hair With coke in the derriere Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini hopin' them crackers see me Like look at that ba*tard Naly He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a motherf**ing problem OK, you're a goon but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothing, nothing -- you ain't scarin' nothing On some f*ggot bullsh** call him Dennis Rodman Call me what you want b**h, call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private, damn I hate a shy b**h Don't you hate a shy b**h? Yeah I ate a shy b**h She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to my b**h Huh, yeah, guys that's my b**h So when she ask for the money, when you through don't be surprised b**h It ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a b**h with no a**, you ain't go sh** Motherf**er I'm ill, not sick And I'm OK but my watch sick, yeah my drop sick, yeah my Glock sick and my knot thick I'm It! I'm it! UGC Is Ill! Well at least I am Yeah See.. They say I'm rapping like Big, Jay and 2Pac, Andre 3000 where is Erykah Baduh at? Who that? Who that say they're gonna beat Nalyd E My name ain't B-I-C, but I keep that flame man Who that one that do that boy? You all knew that True that swallow And I be the sh** now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushing flowers Than to be in the penn sharing showers Ha, Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Ronald or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many b**hes like I'm Michael Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherf**er I say life ain't sh** without me Chrome lips poking out the coup look like it's pouting I do what I do and you do what you can do about it b**h I could turn a podcast into a f**in' mountain, dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me I'm illie Nalyd E UGC f** with me, huh