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Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Make 'em
I'm the fat cat
I need a milk bone
Got your girl feelin' frisky in a silk robe
And I'm still broke, posted in my daddy's van
Cryin' over spilled Coke, soak it in my hand-me-downs
I need my caddy now
I'm tryna shoot my shot
Me and all my boys turn this party to a coup-de-gras
Give my girl that 24K now watch me get my Bruno on
Chillin' with my dogs, bitch watch me get my Cujo on
Cue the fog
Coming through and chillin' with a groupie's mom
Stupid donk
Booty lookin' like a fucking movie star
Stir the pot, ooh
Bitch that's what I gotta do
Hating on the Belaganas, who the fuck you talking to
We them pretty boys and slick as oil spit that boil flow
Yeah that kid's annoying been so buoyant fishing in my boat
Bitch I'm standing for this vandalism anarchistic cult
Fuck the riches boy I'm out here going rogue
(Here we go)
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Make 'em
Mr. Bright Shirt
Here to do this rhyme work
Hear them tires (skrt) got that trunk bumpin' like fireworks
I was born with a mic-cord and I'm built like a fucking cyborg
Make 'em step to the right
Then I make 'em jump like it was a timewarp
I hit the stage and I hang from the roof
Do my thing, make it bang and my subs they go (woof)
They be saying I'm insane with the shit that I do
Here to rave with the Jew
Make it rain then I zoom
You know I might just be some hot shit
Swerving down a highway with my Nikes and a goth bitch
White tee and a Mazda
Y'all just want some paper I don't pay for all your prospects
Give me thirty seconds turn this sermon to a moshpit
I'm flawless
Rock this
Bumpin' with a stone face
She tryna stay platonic (HA) okay
I'm eating this shit like it's Postmates
The money been falling that's snowflakes
Bobby's the King of the Hill
I've got the gas (propane)
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Yeah it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits
I just wanna ball with my hands in the air
Make 'em jump
Make 'em bump ridin' dirty with my punks
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump
Make 'em jump