Strange U - Aliens in Suits lyrics

Aliens in Suits [props to Jimmy Dyna & etze for helping out!] Money in the bank Aliens in suits own the money in your bank As they phone home to the mothership Five bar coverage I received the call like “f** a b**h,” I boast [?] Barely under clothes The brain got sweet Putting jelly up the nose I was absent On the UFO sipping absinth [Horion slave girl lust] tricking on the mattress – oh my God! – This is so pathetic Had to tell green-skin “Listen y'all, forget it!” Resuming the original Planet dropping ba**lines Hit the red bu*ton, trying to get me on the FaceTime See a brother get strong/strung [?] in a secret location Dropping n-bombs I'm not in the club, I am on Nibiru Looking at the sky, like “Planet Earth, I see you!” Well dressed aliens swimming in your money Keep – keep bouncing... Yo, money in your pockets Aliens in suits own the money in your pockets Shake a tail feather to this, but remember Your head is on a stick January to December (remember, remember) I'm a king, where's my crown at? My super-large Ego is the ocean I'll drown at Until then kneel before God Pledge allegiance Kneel before Zod – now! – Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a xenomorph Are you entertained? Observe while I teleport! Get the door when opportunity knocks Haters gonna hate, till them shoot me in the crotch I don't give a f** Here's a black dick to s** I was somewhere else chilling putting drinks in a cup Being awesome Bea want me up on the foursome Applaud him! Well dressed aliens swimming in your money Keep – keep bouncing... Yo, money on your mind Aliens in suits putting money on your mind Wish you had money in your hand, not your mind Feel the heat Only thing that's getting tanned is your hide Oh my goodness What the hell is happening Planets in alignment Telling him to rap again, grab the pen Write me a universe Rapid fire like shots from an Uzi burst Choose me first I bring the chastising You seem ga**ed, maybe a gas giant Saturn and Jupiter, Neptune, Uran*s Surf slang troubadour, back off, hiatus He took a break beat[?] before he fell off But he returned like “give us some money,” Bob Geldof! Imbecile, still fab them in the base.[?] Couldn't feel the funk if it slapped them in the face! Well dressed aliens swimming in your money Keep – keep bouncing...