Everything Trill Wiz Khalifa

[Verse 1:Space Jam JaYe]
Gold bottoms, everything trill
White cup, hand full of pills
Got the money so the bitches chill
They do what we want they love the trill
Caught the flu, yeah a nigga ill
Making deals, I’m talking stacks, I want a mill
Fuck a stack, nigga fuck a rack, how a hundred feel
But a nigga stuntin still
Boy this shit is so fucking real
Acting hard might get you killed,and we all about them dollar bills
That dirty money make my collar chill
Son you niggas, I’m your father still
Bad bitch in them prada heels
I’m royalty, so she better kneel
Fear God, not you, pistol whip and stomp you
Bitch nigga, you are not a factor
All black, like a black panther
Young king so lord with swaga rock star, Mick Jagger
No time for the cheap chatter
These niggas don’t even matter

[Hook]:
Is any of this real
Its like all a dream
Everything Trill
Baby girl take 2 of these
And tell me how you feel