I Don't Understand The Value Of Money (Tips)

(Verse I) Ka-Ching Ka-Ching Allergic to Mula Bird filliping to the bird flipping Booyah Money I know Yes Before I knew not Happy? Now a cut a fucking check and lets do pot Pretty soon I might move into a new spot I murder ink every time you see a dude jot I kill the mic when I lyrically moonwalk (Hehe!) The real Rebel with enough dough to sew Pac I walk in and get women call me shoebox You boys are bitch made, Boondocks And hear I am in slippers telling how shoes stop Get nipped in the butt like wound cops With a plunger I am to hot But I get off Slipping to judge a cool knot Keep my lawyer paid Keep the boys away And make sure I got enough food stocked (Chorus) And thats me But I really want to watch my attitude Me Yes I know what you have to do It seems I know It's a long time fling Pink nd'(Green) Pink nd'(Green) Pink nd' (Green) (Green) And I get (Verse II) I get green the rough But fairway in a bunker Tiger Don't criticize my jumper My iron is the 9th don't wonder Not a cowboy with rhinestone hunger I know You at the bottom of the ninth Im apologizing cus I slided in nice That's golf, basketball, football, baseball Get at me Im the face of Walt Disney I own ESPN Holy Mexicans Homies next to win Loathe me It's clear that you can Fuckin' queers They want my careers in their hands But my rear is in C-A-L-I often While you just L-I-E Oh shit, I just got at Rhi Ella Ella Ella E (Chorus) (Verse III) My Peter left balls on your chin (Lois!) Im a Griffin mixed with a Simpson End of the the verse I ripped it Cus' they both on fox Come get it My favorite rapper is younger, but yO my flow's sicker And we still get iller than all of you old niggas And we still gon' be the illest when we some old niggas Im a dough flipper And he a go-getta When you bank says 'No' Charles Hamilton says 'Fuck Outta' here, hell no nigga'' I spend enough money on this hoe niggas Hoes act like niggas, so vicious (Some weird ass noise I can't spell out) (Chorus)