[Boots as waiter] f** naw I ain't got no Grey Poupon
[Rich female guest] Well anyway, I said, 'That's no burglar! That's my butler.'
Mr. Rockefeller, let me in on the gossip
I heard you and Mr. Getty are getting into rap music or something
[David Rockefeller]
Yes, we have this thing we do with our voices
We sing like authentic rappers
[RFG] Oh David, you must do it for us
[DR] Well if they could make this music more funky
Let me see if I can get my voice like those rappers (clears throat)
Here we go
[Verse 1 - Boots as David Rockefeller]
Well, if you're blind as Helen Keller
You could see I'm David Rockefeller
So much cash up in my bathroom it's a Ready-Teller
I'm outrageous, I work in stages, like syphillis
But no need for prophylactics
I'm gon' up you on some mean old mac sh**
Ain't buff, but my green gots amino acid
Keep my hoes in check, no rebellions
If your a** occur, sh**
It wouldn't be the first time I done made a ma**acre
n***a please -- how you figure these
Motherf**ers like me got stocks bonds and securities
No impurities, straight Anglo-Saxon
When my family got they s** on
Don't let me get my flex on, do some gangster sh**
Make the army go to war for Exxon
Long as the money flow, I be making dough
Welcome to my little pimp school
How you gonna beat me at this game? I make the rules
Flash a little cash, make you think you got cla**
But you really selling a** and ho keep off my gra**
Less you cutting it, see I'm running sh**
Trick all y'all motherf**as is simps
I'm just a pimp
[Hook]
[RFG]That is so cute!
John Paul, why don't you entertain us with something as well?
[John Paul Getty] Well, what should I do?
[RFG] Why don't you rap for us?
[JPG] No, I
[DR] Come on, old boy, I did mine
[JPG] I
[RFG] It's so.. tribal
[JPG]Well.. very well
[RFG]Oh goody!
[JPG] But hold my martini I have to do those hand gestures
We will begin at the commencement of the next measure
[Verse 2 - E Roc as Jean Paul Getty]
Now get ready, I'm J.P. Getty
I am tearing sh** up like confetti
My money last longer than Eveready
Ain't nothing petty about cash I never lose
This is just like the stroll
But the hoes don't choose, I chose you
No voodoo can hoo-doo you
From getting treated like a piece of ol' b**boo. Who
Do you think want those n***as that don't turn tricks?
The loco ho in '94 is getting 86ed
And all about those rebellions, and riots and mishaps
I got the po'-po's for their daily pimp slap
The motherf**er gangsta, rolling Fleetwood Caddy
I'm that mack a** already pimped his daddy
Lay you out like linoleum floors
I'm getting rich off petroleum wars
Controlling you who*es, making you eat Top Ramen
While I eat shrimp, y'all motherf**as is simps
I'm just a pimp
[Hook]
[RFG] Oh no here he comes
[JPG] Oh don't look at him
[Donald Trump] Are you fellows rapping?
I can do that reggie um er reggae type of thing
You know one two three
[RFG] Well actually, we were just leaving
Verse 3 - [Donald Trump]
And Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
Trump Trump check out the cash in my trunk
I am Donald Trump me think you mighta heard about me
How me last wife Ivana come and catch me money
She want all she want this she want the ? of fun
X amount of this like this ? gap hear me
Hol' up your hand if you love the money
Hol' up your hand if you love pigmeat
Gun pon mi side mi afi k** somebody
Because the money inna mi trunk dem wan fi come tek see