The Former Fat Boys - Give Us Your Money lyrics

Give me your cash I'll give it back Lower the deficit fast Increase my taxes Or I just might drop my pants And whip out the future So what you gonna do sir? The rack In the back After the fact I'm hittin' that In that short skirt, twerk-twerk She gon' make it squirt squirt Do it like we're Ernie and Bert Her friend jumps in berzerk Whips off her shirt We share her like dessert So fund my dreams Gimme me money like you were tithing at your church [Hook] Give us your money Give us your cash Give us your money We won't give it back Then give us your girlfriends Give us your wives They'll dump your a** For our twenties and fives Give us your money Give us your cash Give us your money We won't give it back We'll get your daughters We when got a Porsche We flash some cash They're down on all fours They say my behavior is likely to endanger Myself and others But I recover under covers Of hundred dollar bills And pills and thousand dollar lovers And I'm so ridifferent I combine words, I'm mothers Worst nightmares But who cares, it's about who stares Gold-plated platinum Platinum-plated diamonds Who cares where they mine is? So cold, gave her so much ice She let me frost her eyelids Shut with my kids [Repeat hook] Now shut your f**ing faces Cut off your bracelets Dad's working late shifts Mom's rockin' facelifts I already had her taste this Then squirtled on her fake tits In your basement, she drove me home in the minivan, shameless Let them underage hoes get sh**faced its Jack Daniels with braces It was your mom, don'tcha worry about AIDS miss I got a Benneton heart and my dick ain't racist Gimme white girls, black girls and a mix of Asians One day we'll get married, it starts with a first kiss Promise, make your way lower, it's ok, I'm so rich Don't worry about breakouts, I hear it clears zits Now blow the candle, and you can make a wish