[{"id":21259189,"name":"Billion Bucks","trackName":"Billion Bucks","artistName":"Jarren Benton","albumName":"Freebasing with Kevin Bacon","duration":301.294649,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\nThey gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\nI'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\nEveryday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n\nUno, dos, tres, leggo\nY'all sucka ass niggas soft like Jell-O\nPull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram\nOf the white girl nigga, Jay Othello\nKick a nigga door for the k-i-l-o\nBlunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow\nSayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthafucka say hello\nHello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights\nBitch you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right\nGot a white bitch but shes not bright\nIf the bitch'll blow a nigga for his Snickers then imagine\nWhat the ho would do for a Klondike!\nFeelin' like a billion\nAnd then I'm about to kill again\nHe's on his own island bet them niggas think I'm Gilligan\nNo resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger nigga\nI'ma pop a little pill again\nWhat up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again\nI shove a muthafucka's head right inside the ceiling fan\nLeave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands\nD-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling\nWake up feeling like a billion bucks\nBitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck\nI need a ho to give me futuristic head\nBlow me in the space ship, call the bitch, Aeon Flux\nFall off in the club with the heat on tuck\nThis my year y'all be on suck\nGone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like\n\nWoke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\nThey gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\nI'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\nEveryday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n\nOkay Jarren, dog I know they scared\nWhen they see me and you together man it's so unfair\nThe way we killin' these rappers I bet there's no comparin'\nNot a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin'\nAnd I'm so embarrassed, at the state of my city\nCause everybody rep they hood in the white boy spot\nBut when they really in the hood, try and tell 'em where they from\nThey be lookin' at 'em like, \"Boy, stop!\"\nBut not me I'm from the north side, feeling like a billion\nI'm a Slumerican, honkey-town affiliate\nI'm with a resilient, bitch who let me drill her\nAfterwards she call me up and say she never wanna chill again\nIt's too unsafe, my crew untamed, the shit true\nMy black friends always rob my white friends\nMy white friends get drunk and start fighting each other\nAnd when they bloody they be like, \"Are we tight man?\"\nAnd this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap\nDrop that shit on the internet when I see you\nI'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, cock back\nAnd swing at your jaw, SMACK, somebody better tell him to fall back\nThe southern hip-hop's Josh Koscheck, prob'ly got a weapon in the Octagon\nI'll stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on\nWhat you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong\nI'm gone, I'm on a whole 'nother playing field\nMy name is still buzzin' the fuckin' streets are watchin'\nRollin' up the Sour Deez in the Cut' Supreme\nI could spend this cream in the Neiman Marcus\nLookin' clean, you are steamin' -- heap of garbage\nYou could scheme, homie I'ma be me regardless\nPeople talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target\nEatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion...\n\nWoke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\nThey gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\nI'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\nEveryday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n\nFlints own, Flintstone, made this buzz on his own\nYou ain't on ya grind, but I stay on mine\nSo what y'all do? Piss, moan\nY'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates\nKillin' the industry what a difference a year make!\nI'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?\nYou fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break\nYou niggas so basic -- fly\nThe 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement\nBased in the fucking basement it's amazing\nThe Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em\nHits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle\nTook all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)\nHand on the Bible\nBackyard, H squad\nI came out the hood nigga just like y'all\nLove how I stand on my own two feet\nBut the haters they pray that I just might fall\nNah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that\nSee how my name buzz on the internet\nIf it's me against the world then I'm winning that\nSee? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank\nYou bullshittin' like five in the tank\nSee I, grind for mine, I earn my shine\nSo I ain't got another nigga to thank\nMoe Cleaves gave me game at a young age\nSay niggas only read what's on the front page\nAnd I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say\n\"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!\" Connor...\n\nWoke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\nThey gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\nI'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\nEveryday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3","syncedLyrics":"[00:14.47] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[00:20.72] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[00:27.92] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[00:35.14] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[00:42.46] Uno, dos, tres, leggo\n[00:44.27] Y'all sucka ass niggas soft like Jell-O\n[00:46.09] Pull up in the Trans-Am, nose on the whole gram\n[00:47.88] Of the white girl nigga, Jay Othello\n[00:49.62] Kick a nigga door for the k-i-l-o\n[00:51.42] Blunt full of kush make a nigga feel mellow\n[00:53.28] Sayonara to the bad guy to the .45 in the SK muthafucka say hello\n[00:55.98] Hello, hi, me I'm high, mesmerized by neon lights\n[01:00.50] Bitch you know I'm throwed off, doctor said I'm not right\n[01:04.10] Got a white bitch but shes not bright\n[01:06.87] If the bitch'll blow a nigga for his Snickers then imagine\n[01:08.73] What the ho would do for a Klondike!\n[01:10.56] Feelin' like a billion\n[01:11.43] And then I'm about to kill again\n[01:12.35] He's on his own island bet them niggas think I'm Gilligan\n[01:14.15] No resilience I'll pop a nigga, drop a nigga Heath Ledger nigga\n[01:16.08] I'ma pop a little pill again\n[01:18.77] What up to my homie Ned Fresh up out the pen again\n[01:19.66] I shove a muthafucka's head right inside the ceiling fan\n[01:21.47] Leave a pussy nigga shaking in his Timberlands\n[01:23.26] D-d-d-d stuttering and tr-tr-tr-tr-trembling\n[01:24.12] Wake up feeling like a billion bucks\n[01:26.81] Bitch get to steppin' if you don't fuck\n[01:28.65] I need a ho to give me futuristic head\n[01:30.44] Blow me in the space ship, call the bitch, Aeon Flux\n[01:32.28] Fall off in the club with the heat on tuck\n[01:34.05] This my year y'all be on suck\n[01:35.89] Gone off that Charlie Sheen that tiger blood bitch we goin' nuts like\n[01:39.42] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[01:45.88] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[01:53.03] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[02:00.28] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[02:07.45] Okay Jarren, dog I know they scared\n[02:08.33] When they see me and you together man it's so unfair\n[02:10.27] The way we killin' these rappers I bet there's no comparin'\n[02:12.17] Not a fan of they music I hate the clothes they wearin'\n[02:13.95] And I'm so embarrassed, at the state of my city\n[02:15.76] Cause everybody rep they hood in the white boy spot\n[02:17.56] But when they really in the hood, try and tell 'em where they from\n[02:20.25] They be lookin' at 'em like, \"Boy, stop!\"\n[02:21.16] But not me I'm from the north side, feeling like a billion\n[02:23.02] I'm a Slumerican, honkey-town affiliate\n[02:24.89] I'm with a resilient, bitch who let me drill her\n[02:26.63] Afterwards she call me up and say she never wanna chill again\n[02:28.45] It's too unsafe, my crew untamed, the shit true\n[02:30.24] My black friends always rob my white friends\n[02:32.08] My white friends get drunk and start fighting each other\n[02:33.83] And when they bloody they be like, \"Are we tight man?\"\n[02:35.62] And this red light, damn, and this ain't sharp rap\n[02:37.45] Drop that shit on the internet when I see you\n[02:39.20] I'ma tuck my hair inside of my sock hat, cock back\n[02:41.08] And swing at your jaw, SMACK, somebody better tell him to fall back\n[02:42.97] The southern hip-hop's Josh Koscheck, prob'ly got a weapon in the Octagon\n[02:44.72] I'll stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on\n[02:47.43] What you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong\n[02:50.12] I'm gone, I'm on a whole 'nother playing field\n[02:51.01] My name is still buzzin' the fuckin' streets are watchin'\n[02:52.89] Rollin' up the Sour Deez in the Cut' Supreme\n[02:54.61] I could spend this cream in the Neiman Marcus\n[02:56.53] Lookin' clean, you are steamin' -- heap of garbage\n[02:58.37] You could scheme, homie I'ma be me regardless\n[03:00.15] People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target\n[03:01.92] Eatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion...\n[03:03.72] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[03:10.08] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[03:17.39] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[03:24.50] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[03:31.83] Flints own, Flintstone, made this buzz on his own\n[03:35.46] You ain't on ya grind, but I stay on mine\n[03:37.26] So what y'all do? Piss, moan\n[03:39.09] Y'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates\n[03:40.82] Killin' the industry what a difference a year make!\n[03:42.68] I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?\n[03:44.48] You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break\n[03:46.26] You niggas so basic -- fly\n[03:48.03] The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement\n[03:49.83] Based in the fucking basement it's amazing\n[03:50.74] The Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em\n[03:52.67] Hits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle\n[03:55.45] Took all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)\n[04:00.09] Hand on the Bible\n[04:00.98] Backyard, H squad\n[04:01.83] I came out the hood nigga just like y'all\n[04:03.66] Love how I stand on my own two feet\n[04:05.40] But the haters they pray that I just might fall\n[04:07.27] Nah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that\n[04:09.98] See how my name buzz on the internet\n[04:11.81] If it's me against the world then I'm winning that\n[04:13.67] See? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank\n[04:16.30] You bullshittin' like five in the tank\n[04:17.25] See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine\n[04:19.94] So I ain't got another nigga to thank\n[04:20.85] Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age\n[04:22.67] Say niggas only read what's on the front page\n[04:24.47] And I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say\n[04:26.24] \"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!\" Connor...\n[04:29.08] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[04:36.27] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[04:42.58] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[04:49.73] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[04:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Billion Bucks\n artist: Jarren Benton\n album: Freebasing with Kevin Bacon\n duration_ms: 301295\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n start_ms: 14470\n end_ms: 20720\n- text: They gone hate 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prob'ly got a weapon in the Octagon\n[02:44.72] I'll stop you while my Jimmy Scotts is on\n[02:47.43] What you thought, come on, it's my time man your watch is wrong\n[02:50.12] I'm gone, I'm on a whole 'nother playing field\n[02:51.01] My name is still buzzin' the fuckin' streets are watchin'\n[02:52.89] Rollin' up the Sour Deez in the Cut' Supreme\n[02:54.61] I could spend this cream in the Neiman Marcus\n[02:56.53] Lookin' clean, you are steamin' -- heap of garbage\n[02:58.37] You could scheme, homie I'ma be me regardless\n[03:00.15] People talk a lot of shit, 'cause I'm an easy target\n[03:01.92] Eatin' xani bars, drinkin' Thompson, it got me feelin' like a billion...\n[03:03.72] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[03:10.08] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[03:17.39] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[03:24.50] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[03:31.83] Flints own, Flintstone, made this buzz on his own\n[03:35.46] You ain't on ya grind, but I stay on mine\n[03:37.26] So what y'all do? Piss, moan\n[03:39.09] Y'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates\n[03:40.82] Killin' the industry what a difference a year make!\n[03:42.68] I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?\n[03:44.48] You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break\n[03:46.26] You niggas so basic -- fly\n[03:48.03] The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement\n[03:49.83] Based in the fucking basement it's amazing\n[03:50.74] The Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em\n[03:52.67] Hits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle\n[03:55.45] Took all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)\n[04:00.09] Hand on the Bible\n[04:00.98] Backyard, H squad\n[04:01.83] I came out the hood nigga just like y'all\n[04:03.66] Love how I stand on my own two feet\n[04:05.40] But the haters they pray that I just might fall\n[04:07.27] Nah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that\n[04:09.98] See how my name buzz on the internet\n[04:11.81] If it's me against the world then I'm winning that\n[04:13.67] See? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank\n[04:16.30] You bullshittin' like five in the tank\n[04:17.25] See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine\n[04:19.94] So I ain't got another nigga to thank\n[04:20.85] Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age\n[04:22.67] Say niggas only read what's on the front page\n[04:24.47] And I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say\n[04:26.24] \"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!\" Connor...\n[04:29.08] Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[04:36.27] They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n[04:42.58] I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n[04:49.73] Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n[04:56.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Billion Bucks\n artist: Jarren Benton feat. 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Piss, moan\n Y'all niggas real fake, my nigga's Bill Gates\n Killin' the industry what a difference a year make!\n I'm here for your ear sake, you wanna hear great?\n You fuck outta luck, I can hear the mirror break\n You niggas so basic -- fly\n The 'Stairway to Heaven' yo it lead to my basement\n Based in the fucking basement it's amazing\n The Matrix that I haze 'em can't save 'em\n Hits give 'em Canseco on site, I'm a psycho when I write tho like a rifle\n Took all of my rivals, I swear that I bless every track (yup)\n Hand on the Bible\n Backyard, H squad\n I came out the hood nigga just like y'all\n Love how I stand on my own two feet\n But the haters they pray that I just might fall\n Nah, never that, I drop classics, nigga, gimme that\n See how my name buzz on the internet\n If it's me against the world then I'm winning that\n See? Look, my niggas struggle like five in the bank\n You bullshittin' like five in the tank\n See I, grind for mine, I earn my shine\n So I ain't got another nigga to thank\n Moe Cleaves gave me game at a young age\n Say niggas only read what's on the front page\n And I know that's true, so he looked me in my eye and say\n \"Do what you gotta do to make sure that's you!\" Connor...\n\n Woke up and I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n They gone hate with me don't give a billion (fucks) x3\n I'm in VIP I'm with a billion (sluts) x3\n Everyday I feel just like a billion (bucks) x3\n"}]