Trillionaire Lyrics

We should probably just do, just Connor first

Yuh (Among us)

Uh huh

'Boutta get some Bored Mungeys (Yeah)

Hehe here we go we're aboutta make a

Bank boy

In order to become a trillionaire

You need to start the grind

Begin a side hustle and

Drop-ship everything you find

Reduce expenses to

Seven dollars every week

Always stand atop a table

Every single time you speak

Start out the day

With a successful routine

When you wake up in the morning

Always think about the color green

Make a phone call

To the CEO of New York

Then pour a bowl of soup for breakfast

Quickly eat it with a fork

To be a trillionaire

First invent a new sauce

Then show up at your office

And go fire your boss

Eat apples every day

Blast the doctors away

Shower in your suit and tie to

Dominate your Monday

Challenge your neighbors

And go conquer their territory

Every night you must be the

Focus of a news story

Become your money

Become alive

Don't be eating honey

You can eat the beehive

This is part of the grind

This is how to survive

In such a desolate and intricate economy

Think you're one of the best

Think you can cheat on the test

Think you can hustle in a world of self-autonomy

Now you're one of a kind

Now you're very refined

Keep up the cutthroat and aggressive business strategy

Only one can succeed

On this planet of greed

In the cruel and broken world of the sauce industry

Disappear

When your business

Begins growing

Deep into a cave

Without anybody knowing

Go far away enough

So no one can hear you shout

There are more important things

For you to think about

In the darkest depths of the cave

Begin your meditation

Realize the greatest side hustle

Is your imagination

Look in your mirror

Your reflection isn't there

Where your face should be

Is the face of a

Trillionaire

Finally enlightened

Your entire journey is complete

Emerge from the cave

As the fearless leader of your fleet

People will be waiting as you

Make your exit from the cave

They stand there applauding you

As you proudly pass and wave

Then someone calls out your name

Go use what you have learned

It's the president

Who arrived upon hearing you've returned

Shake hands with the president

Make sure to show who's boss

In the president's hand

Leave an invoice and a packet of Sauce

This is part of the grind

This is how to survive

In such a desolate and intricate economy

Think you're one of the best

Think you can cheat on the test

Think you can hustle in a world of self-autonomy

Now you're one of a kind

Now you're very refined

Keep up the cutthroat and aggressive business strategy

Only one can succeed

On this planet of greed

In the cruel and broken world of the sauce industry