[Verse 1]
I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
I'm not a Puerto Rican, but I'm speaking so that you know
And understand, I got the gift of speech
And it's a blessin', so listen to the lesson I preach
I talk sense condensed into the form of a poem
Full of knowledge, from my toes to the top of my dome
I'm kinda young, but my tongue speaks maturity
I'm not a child, I don't need nothin' for security
I get paid when my record is played
To put it short, I got it made...

[Verse 2]
I'm outspoken, my language is broken into a slang
But it's just a dialect that I select when I hang
I play it cool, 'cause coolin' is all that I'm about
Just fooling with the girlies, yes I'm busting it out
Vanilla Ice and you can tell by the style that I use
I'm creatively superior, yo, I never lose
I never lost 'cause I'm the boss, I never will 'cause I'm still
The champion, chief one, won't lose until
I choose which I won't 'cause I don't retreat
I'll run you over like a truck and leave you dead in the street
You're inviting me, a titan to a battle, why?
I don't need your respect, 'cause I got it made...
[Verse 3]
I'm talented, yes, I'm gifted
Never boosted, never shoplifted
I got the cash, but money ain't nothin'
Make a million dollars every record that I cut and
My name is Vanilla Ice and I'm a super-duper star
Every other month, I get a brand new car
Got twenty, that's plenty, yet I still want more
Kind of fond of Honda scooters, got 74
I got the riches to fulfill my needs
Got land in the sand of the West Indies
Even got a little island of my very own
I got a frog, a dog with a solid gold bone
An accountant to account the amount I spent
Got a treaty with Tahiti 'cause I own a percent
Got gear I wear for every place
Boutiques from France to the U.S.A
And I make all the money from the rhymes I invent
So it really doesn't matter how much I spent
Because yo, I make fresh rhymes daily
You burn me? Heh-heh, really?
Think, just blink and I've made a million rhymes
Just imagine if it played a million times
Damn, I'd be paid...
I got it made...
[Verse 4]
I'm kinda spoiled, 'cause everything I want, I got made
I wanted gear, got everything from cotton to suede
I wanted leg, I didn't beg, I just got laid
My hair was growing too long, so I got me a fade
And when my dishes got dirty, I got Cascade
And when the weather was hot, I got a spot in the shade
I'm wise, because I rise to the top of my grade
Wanted peace on Earth, so to God I prayed
Some kids across town thought I was afraid
They couldn't harm me, I got the army brigade
I'm not a trader, if what you got is greater, I'll trade
But maybe later, 'cause my waiter made potato and alligator soufflé
I got it made...