(Verse I)
Ka-Ching Ka-Ching
Allergic to moola
Bird filliping to the bird flipping
Booyah
Money I know
Yes
Before I knew not
Happy?
Now a cut a fucking 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 kill the mic when I lyrically moonwalk (Hehe!)
The real rebel with enough dough to sue Pac
I walk in and get women call me shoebox
You boys are bitch made, Boondocks
And hear I am in slippers telling House Shoes stop
Get nipped in the butt like rude cops
With a plunger
I am too 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 mean
But I really want to watch my attitude
Mean
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
Homie's next to win
Loathe me
It's clear that you can
Fuckin' 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 shit, I just got at Rhi
L-I, L-I, L-I E

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(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 'Fuck Outta' here, hell no n***a''
I spend enough money on this hoe n***as
Hoes act like n***as, so vicious



(Chorus)