I been thinking about that dickwad rich-guy millionaire that's been bugging you, and I wrote a song about him. Sing it to that butt-nugget next time you talk to him.
I've got
an awful lot
everything that can be bought
drive through town
top is down
everybody gonna see this clown
uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh
got a plane
it's a jet
got an suv
'lotta important people
wanna talk to me
crib over here
crib over there
no big deal
I'm a millionaire!
uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh
light my pipe
take a hit
cops no better than to give me ****
stuff I smoke
ain't no joke
spin your head
when you take a toke
uh, uh, uh uh, uh, uh
I'm tough
got a lotta stuff
just can't seem to get enough
my krew is down
call them noun
watche's self-wound
know no bounds
uh, uh, uh uh,uh,uh
When I
walk the street
everybody wanna lick my feet
'cause I've got
an awful lot
everything that can be bought