[Intro: T-Pain]
I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Okay, let’s get this shit crackalatin’ no more procrastinatin’
They told me Bun don’t hesitate, don’t keep these bastards waitin’
I’m puttin’ egos at check & I’m so emasculatin’
People stop to stare & say "Damn this nigga’s fascinatin’"
We blowin’ ’dro up in the air. You see it? That’s the fragrance
I got the focus, got the heart & I got the patience
You hatin’ bitch, get off my dick, look like you on some gay shit
I’m tryin’ to take this to the mountain top, Appalachian
But it’s a rocky road & I’m still movin’ up
And ain’t no movin’ us, so keep it pushin’ get to movin’ bro (for real)
You might be new to me but you know I ain’t new to ya
Go ask the white boys, they say he’s totally tubular (dude)
Fuckin’ bad bitches, rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the streets, it’s like a fuckin’ movie bro (damn)
You know what I do to ya, send gladiators through to ya
They gon’ leave ya chopped up, like they was DJ Screwin’ ya, hold up.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Okay, let’s get this shit poppin’ off, from the go know I’m a boss
I don’t fuck with lames & do my dirt nigga without a loss
I keep it pimpin’ fly ass hoes come in & out the loft
When you get fettuccine, you don’t need alot of sauce
I get’s my Gucci on, my baby likes alot of Prada
She go & shop until she drop, she know Don Dada got her
But she not shotgun in the slab, oh no I got a shotter
He keep that shotgun in the slab & roll without a nada
He keep his eyes wide open, he’s a hater spotter
And when they roll up on me wrong, then he’s a hater dropper
And he don’t mess around when niggas try to play Big Papa
He keep it gangsta nigga, he go gone & sprayed the chopper
’Cause I don’t roll with fake people & I never will
I represents the G code to the led steel
Don’t make me have to draw down when that Beretta peel
Then you gon’ understand that Bun B is forever trill, hold up.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made... Girl, do you swear to keep in gangsta?
[Verse 3: Bun B (T-Pain)]
Gangsta than a muthafucker, trill until I D I E, fuck these other suckers.
(What’s your message to the fakers?)
They throwin’ rocks & hidin’ hands.
It don’t really matter, this the dirty South, we ridin’ man.
(How long you been up on that trill shit?)
Since the day they made me & from a baby.
Until today they never played me.
(Well, throw your hands up)
From P.A.T. to your town, ain’t no need to slow down
Baby boy, it’s about to go down.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
[Verse 1: Bun B]
Okay, let’s get this shit crackalatin’ no more procrastinatin’
They told me Bun don’t hesitate, don’t keep these bastards waitin’
I’m puttin’ egos at check & I’m so emasculatin’
People stop to stare & say "Damn this nigga’s fascinatin’"
We blowin’ ’dro up in the air. You see it? That’s the fragrance
I got the focus, got the heart & I got the patience
You hatin’ bitch, get off my dick, look like you on some gay shit
I’m tryin’ to take this to the mountain top, Appalachian
But it’s a rocky road & I’m still movin’ up
And ain’t no movin’ us, so keep it pushin’ get to movin’ bro (for real)
You might be new to me but you know I ain’t new to ya
Go ask the white boys, they say he’s totally tubular (dude)
Fuckin’ bad bitches, rub my dick against their uvula
Everytime I hit the streets, it’s like a fuckin’ movie bro (damn)
You know what I do to ya, send gladiators through to ya
They gon’ leave ya chopped up, like they was DJ Screwin’ ya, hold up.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
[Verse 2: Bun B]
Okay, let’s get this shit poppin’ off, from the go know I’m a boss
I don’t fuck with lames & do my dirt nigga without a loss
I keep it pimpin’ fly ass hoes come in & out the loft
When you get fettuccine, you don’t need alot of sauce
I get’s my Gucci on, my baby likes alot of Prada
She go & shop until she drop, she know Don Dada got her
But she not shotgun in the slab, oh no I got a shotter
He keep that shotgun in the slab & roll without a nada
He keep his eyes wide open, he’s a hater spotter
And when they roll up on me wrong, then he’s a hater dropper
And he don’t mess around when niggas try to play Big Papa
He keep it gangsta nigga, he go gone & sprayed the chopper
’Cause I don’t roll with fake people & I never will
I represents the G code to the led steel
Don’t make me have to draw down when that Beretta peel
Then you gon’ understand that Bun B is forever trill, hold up.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don't stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made... Girl, do you swear to keep in gangsta?
[Verse 3: Bun B (T-Pain)]
Gangsta than a muthafucker, trill until I D I E, fuck these other suckers.
(What’s your message to the fakers?)
They throwin’ rocks & hidin’ hands.
It don’t really matter, this the dirty South, we ridin’ man.
(How long you been up on that trill shit?)
Since the day they made me & from a baby.
Until today they never played me.
(Well, throw your hands up)
From P.A.T. to your town, ain’t no need to slow down
Baby boy, it’s about to go down.
[T-Pain:]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homey, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.
From the underground to the top, I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop, man I’m goin’ harder
Self made, Trillionaire
I’m a self made, Trillionaire.