Yessir! Haha, lil´ Skateboard P Hey! Mr. Vener! Uh-huh, yo, hola
Billionaire Club muchacho
Assorted flavors in these helados Inspire young minds, and stack my nachos With the raw determination of a vato Run across the border with bricks in his poncho Face like a shot when it´s bussin´ by glocko Planning these things ´til I die When the Holy Father hand me my wings, when I was young, yo The teacher couldn´t stand when we dreamed Giving me music like drugs in the hand of a fiend and shoot it up See me on the TV, the cuties, they wanna fuck Both residential that´s plush and couped it up Got more hits than a zip, who want it nuh? I can go back in time, you be Judge Ito With my minute repeater, I know you´re thinking "neat-o!" It repeats the minutes, something like your TiVo
But it´s three-hundred-thousand more with no remote Jacob and Lorraine, I used to deal with Tito But he clowned me and told me that my money´s fritos Now the Enzo doors go up like a D-Lo Ree-on, same song sung by my man Nigo SLR, when the doors go up it´s like a fresh L jar Nigga, we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost Yessir!
My nigga, close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin´ pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controlled the skies Don´t you see? I know that shit so ill
Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel Haha, how you feel, dawg? We just picture thinkin´, dreamin´, schemin´ Bleedin´, readin´, all in the late night Shakin´, boilin´, lacin´, bakin´ Shapin´, shavin´, gotta get this cake right As I serve it, you just burn it Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight Nigga, how does it feel? Haha, yessir
Nigga, you don´t know me I´m part Howard Hughes, part horny, part holy First trick on the ramp is the rockin´ rollie Keep one on my staff with a new pro chromey It bequeaths me to mention that I´ve been bitten But affords me to chuckle at what critics have written He dresses insane, but his music admire
Ask Anna Wintour from Vogue and Esquire And Vanity Fair; you like Kennedy here But you should guess who´s in the insanity chair Now it ain´t about what I want Still thumbin´ through my life like it´s drugstore porn It´s one thing to say that you did it It´s one thing to lie about your digits It´s one thing to say that you live it It´s another for you fuckers to admit it But I admit I got all this paper Plus the prettiest faces that´s offered by nature I drive a cas´per, ´scuse me, Casper Wanna meet ´em in my house, I got space like NASA But it don´t make me happier by itself, or sadder Or like my sister Stace when she lost her pappa Or Ben dad gettin´ a stroke, and nothin´ that Trapper
John could do; it´s ironic but true A man dies, baby born, it´s fair as Peru It´s a simple clue between us and imposters We hop in the air and don´t care what it costs us Now I´m with N.E.R.D. with a pit full of moshers I guess you could say that we fly like saucers Zappin´ at niggas, we´re classin´ at vigor The cash and crash whippers, the Thrasher mag gripper Go ´head and say it: "You a rappin´ ass nigga" Yessir!
My nigga, close your eyes Just picture yourself just holdin´ pies Implement a plan and you surely rise This promised by the man that controlled the skies Don´t you see? I know that shit so ill
Better yet, doggie, just tell me how ya feel Haha, how you feel, dawg? We just picture thinkin´, dreamin´, schemin´ Bleedin´, readin´, all in the late night Shakin´, boilin´, lacin´, bakin´ Shapin´, shavin´, gotta get this cake right As I serve it, you just burn it Breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight Nigga, how does it feel? Haha, yessir