I got racks in my pocket, shooting money, printing
When I shoot money like a gun, niggers sprinting
To and from, away and close, I don't really give a f*ck
I spit bars full time, but this shit is all for fun
I spit better than your favorite rapper, unless I'm the one
Quarters in my pocket make my pocket poke, like Pokémon
Water on my wrist, cause my veins squirt, like a water gun (ah)
Ice in my veins, now it's melting, cause it's summertime
Ice in my veins, like D'Angelo, let's rustle (Russel) sum
You a goofy nigger, and you look like Steven Urkel's son
Wizard of a bristle bunny, nigger looking kinda funny
Like I'm coaching at a college, tell them to bring all my money (ooh)
Oh I hope y'all got that
And I will always spit these metaphors and similes cause I know that no one can top that
And I will never rhyme "bad", "sad", and "mad" cause I'm not a mumble rapper and I'll soon be glad that- (ooh, aye)
I got racks in my pocket, shooting money, printing
When I shoot money like a gun, niggers sprinting
To and from, away and close, I don't really give a f*ck
I spit bars full time, but this shit is all for fun
I spit better than your favorite rapper, unless I'm the one
Quarters in my pocket make my pocket poke, like Pokémon
Water on my wrist, cause my veins squirt, like a water gun (ah)
Ice in my veins, now it's melting, cause it's summertime
Ice in my veins, like D'Angelo, let's rustle (Russel) sum