(Verse I)
Ka-Ching Ka-Ching
Allergic to Mula
Bird filliping to the bird flipping
Booyah
Money I know
Yes
Before I knew not
Happy?
Now a cut a f**ing check and lets do pot
Pretty soon I might move into a new spot
I murder ink every time you see a dude jot
I k** the mic when I lyrically moonwalk (Hehe!)
The real Rebel with enough dough to sew Pac
I walk in and get women call me shoebox
You boys are b**h made, Boondocks
And hear I am in slippers telling how shoes stop
Get nipped in the bu*t like wound cops
With a plunger
I am to hot
But I get off
Slipping to judge a cool knot
Keep my lawyer paid
Keep the boys away
And make sure I got enough food stocked
(Chorus)
And thats me
But I really want to watch my attitude
Me
Yes I know what you have to do
It seems
I know It's a long time fling
Pink nd'(Green)
Pink nd'(Green)
Pink nd'
(Green)
(Green)
And I get
(Verse II)
I get green the rough
But fairway in a bunker
Tiger
Don't criticize my jumper
My iron is the 9th don't wonder
Not a cowboy with rhinestone hunger
I know
You at the bottom of the ninth
Im apologizing cus I slided in nice
That's golf, basketball, football, baseball
Get at me
Im the face of Walt Disney
I own ESPN
Holy Mexicans
Homies next to win
Loathe me
It's clear that you can
f**in' queers
They want my careers in their hands
But my rear is in C-A-L-I often
While you just L-I-E
Oh sh**, I just got at Rhi
Ella Ella Ella E
(Chorus)
(Verse III)
My Peter left balls on your chin (Lois!)
Im a Griffin mixed with a Simpson
End of the the verse I ripped it
Cus' they both on fox
Come get it
My favorite rapper is younger, but yO my flow's sicker
And we still get iller than all of you old n***as
And we still gon' be the illest when we some old n***as
Im a dough flipper
And he a go-getta
When you bank says 'No'
Charles Hamilton says 'f** Outta' here, hell no n***a''
I spend enough money on this hoe n***as
Hoes act like n***as, so vicious
(Some weird a** noise I can't spell out)
(Chorus)