I want things
Fancy rings
Rose gold chains that swing like children on a playground swing
They sound strange sayin that money don’t mean everything
Bitch, are you insane?
I want more
A bat mobile with the suicide doors
A ‘lac on wheels with four or five hoes in the back yelling
“Go speed racer, go!”
A little cocaine for all my friends that do drugs when we out in the hills
I just wanna come home and lay my head down without worryin about bills
I want cash. I want cash
And if I don’t get it I don’t think I’ll last
I want money
I want power
As soon as I get it you can kiss my ass
(don’t you want to go rule the world?)
I got money
I got power
I got fame
I want lights
Flashy lights
I wanna girl with an ass in tights
Black or white
It really don’t matter ‘long as you rich and your pockets gettin fatter
They gon come yeah they gon come
To see the magic show I’m Professor Crumbs and when I wave my wand and disappear
In thin air when I’m in my leer jet I’m here
Check that square
I did what you did already last year
I’m in trend engulfed in flames
What’s my name? I’m Mr. Fame
Don’t you know? Touch my stomach I’m Pillsbury Dough
Boy I’m paid
Don’t give a fuck swimmin in money like Scrooge McDuck
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