(This is a Za Honeybutter Production)
(Om-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom-nom)
I got so much money in my wallet
I ain't on the court, but I can't stop ballin'
Sold out the arena, all the fans saw it
This stink inside my pants is so appallin'
These people don't understand that I'm rich, rich
Anything I want, I get it so quick, quick
I make these hoes tweak, man, stop the twitch, twitch
Bouta start a trial, cancel the Salem witch, witch
I'm on a whole 'nother level now
Gonna hire someone to wipe my doo doo brown
I'm a revolutionist, they callin' me Mao
I'ma feast on the brokes, it's time to chow
I just want to tax the poor
They don't do work anymore
Your mother is a whore
I have this bread, but I always want more
All these losers really just piss me off
All this dough might make a bitch cough
Let's have a toast to the rich, mazel tov
Then let's go and kill the broke, molotov
I just want to tax the poor
They don't do work anymore
Your mother is a whore
I have this bread, but I always want more
I'm too expensive for all these brokies
They tried to wash me, but they couldn't rinse me
So scared, now they standin' in their own pee
I must be colorblind, 'cause all I see is green
I'm so wealthy that all I speak is cash talk
Flyin' out from the U.S., off to Bangkok
All these boys want me to go and bang cock
I don't do that shit, but I make your bed rock
Edging and gooning, always the same shit
It's so boring, makes me wanna pop a laxative
All these drugs, gonna turn me to an addict
Killed a bitch, leave her body in the attic
I just want to tax the poor
They don't do work anymore
Your mother is a whore
I have this bread, but I always want more
All these losers really just piss me off
All this dough might make a bitch cough
Let's have a toast to the rich, mazel tov
Then let's go and kill the broke, molotov
I just want to tax the poor
They don't do work anymore
Your mother is a whore
I have this bread, but I always want more