I got cash in fuck you quantities
Know what?
That makes you uncomfortable?
Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on
Fuck your Saab convertible
And fuck your twice weekly trips to the analyst
Stupid mutha fuck
Fuck the Hamptons
The fly infested south of France
I'm paid asshole,
I got more cash than God can count
So why don't you just... die?
Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's
Low cholesterol, naturally
Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times
Fuck the Wall Street Journal
And News Week
And the lot
Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest
Stupid set of privileged mutha fuckers
Think its fashionable to have an alternative view
An alternative view
And fuck, if you can
Your pencil thin, Evian drinking, calorie counting, caffeine limiting, sodium spearing, nutrasweet sweetening, rear view mirror preening, carrot nibbling bunny
Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, fucker
I got cash, what else matters?
I got cash
Slave
Fuck your fencing and screw your squash,
Piss on your Paulo and your Pavarotti,
Fuck all that shit you call music and pretend to enjoy
I got cash,
Mega cash,
I'm happy with that,
Oh go and sit on your ski rug,
Money talks you little pussy,
You let your politically correct pals know,
That i think you're a dick also,
You dirty asshole
And your idea of multiculturalism
Japanese restaurant on Monday,
Indian on Tuesday,
And on Wednesday, Caribbean,
Not too spicy please
Well
I got stash on stash and it ain't novo cash.
Money's in my family for generations,
My great great great grandfather made the bag,
Selling European slaves in Africa
I got cash mutha fucker,
And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?
Dumb fuck.