But I was to do
What's up with it
The captain's always got a slob in it
But they bank account ain't got enough in
it How the f*** is you worryin' about me when
the car that you pushin' is always on E?
How the f*** is you worryin' about me when
there's plenty of money that's roamin' the streets?
I'm not the type to be beggin' these n****s for burgers and handouts
I'm the type to tell n****s to get out and go to your man's house
I'm the type to be rantin' out Never the type to be rantin' out
I'm the type to be rantin' out Never the type to be rantin' out
Keep it a hundred,
ain't no gloves in it What's up with it
You gettin' so much money,
you're fallin' in love with it
The captain's always got a slob in it But
they bank account ain't got enough in it
What's up with it!