Stay Trill (Mr. Bill Collector) Trae tha Truth (Ft. Krayzie Bone & Roscoe Dash)

[Intro]
Honorable C.N.O.T.E

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
Don't be thinkin' 'bout my money, nigga, no
Anybody try to stop it, they gotta go
When I pull up in this new shit niggas know
Probably run-up to your bitch with another hoe
In these streets, I'm still the king
And I wouldn't sell out my city
Finally made the come-up move
And I be bringin' my city with me, Houston (Ayy, ayy)
Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy)
Gotta get this money right now (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
I stay trill
Fuck niggas ain't shit to me and that's how I feel
Pussy niggas keep testin' me like I ain't real
All this money I'm gettin', bitch, I'm gon' blow it still
Somewhere off in this traffic, ain't time to chill (Ain't no time to chill)
That's just how I feel
(Nigga, that's just how I feel)

[Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth & Roscoe Dash]
Ain't no time to chill-time to chill-time to chill
Call me Mr. Bill Collector, I be hustlin' all day and night
Nigga, that's just how I feel
All day and night
That's how I feel, that's how I feel
The only way to live your life is to keep it runnin' 'til you get to the pesos
So every single day of my life I'm tryna to get it
'Cause enough ain't enough 'til I say so