Th Mnmlst:

got eighty cars and time to kill
too much money and life to fill
a jetset homeboy with attitude like Rodman
stacking so much loot don’t know where to begin
flow so infectious it could be called SARS,
so high up planes mistaken for stars
fuck lil weezy its McCraken F baby
on that paper chase ‘cause bitches wanna play me
now on the the truth I am none of the above
just your average white boy looking for love
if I really acted like I say
I'd live for the night not just for the day
Talkin’ mad shit in your face
keep up with the car just to keep pace
crazy rush to your dome you could call it ethereal
question is why won’t anybody take me cereal

Efftupp:

Look I got two TVs, look I got a PS3
Look I got an Xbox, no I don't, they burned down
rims on my ride, yeah, I guess it burned too
what doesn't kill me, only hurts Ernie, Bert too
no place to live, fuck it then, Imma get mine
God fed me chili dogs, now I'm letting shit slide
get live, stay alive, already done that
feeling like I'm finished but I don't know where my cum's at
horchata, fires and tornadas
life is a bitch so I slap around her ta-ta's
strife is my bling, I wear it like it's Prada
whatever comes out, I ain't gonna be it's father
why bother? trick, my sperm is a sin
it ain't going out of style, you can wear it on your chin
Lord knows Imma lose it all again
but if I'm still alive, then it's AE win

Hyphon:
find me in a Chevy, poli how a pimp would
all up in the Ford, not just Betty I've been good
Cadi Patty Hearst, leave her casket with bent wood
fucking dead Republicans unless they duckets, Lincoln
can I get a LinkedIn, for the shit thinking
spitting in public fountains, off bridges I'm pissing
kids missing, you can see me kissing Nancy Grace all up in the distance
get it, hit it, at seventeen locked for a loving cum shot
dumb plot, but I'm flexing more for the sex and gore
ogre over-eater white chocolate to s’mores
I'm still saying fuck a telecaster, let me look inside your leopard handbag
Miss Grace, I don't care how the vag hangs, I'm here for the gang bang.

Talk-O-Destiny:

wiping my ass with hundred dollar bills
running around town dropping stacks at will
I got all the money in the world, multiplied by two
you get paid by the hour? sucks to be you!
got a Latino for the yard, got a Jew for the taxes
got a Swedish girl I pay to give the cars waxes
oh, and a French maid that gets paid to get laid
wifey's got a pool boy, and a therapist
kids are never home and when they are they're always pissed
but who cares when the cleaning lady's suckin your dick?
what about my wife? I say fuck a bitch. I am always running shit
bank account so big that you couldn't even picture it
so get off my nuts and give my chode a lick
cuz you never met a bigger prick
you fuckin’ hate me, but you still got a price tag
and I still got the funds to leave you in a fuckin’ body bag

Chorus: Get up, get up, get up, ‘til you can't breath
ughh ughh ughh, squash grapes! x4

Guess Prefontaine:

thug nasty, pants saggy coke n rum one plastic baggy
10 babies, 28s on swanky blacked out Mercedes
got a trillion ladies and they all have had a tit job
two Desert Eagles and you know they both be down to rob
name brand ain’t a thing I mean goddamn have you seen my bling
bling spring fling diamonds sing tones that match my ring
stings when I bring and the game on point
got that swag if you think that’s choice
talk shit back it up, think you need to lighten up
better hitter your dealer up blaze a bleeze, take a puff
think you livin’ life like a G because you sippin’ lean
or how hood you aim to be, your size 50 waisted jeans
stackin’ cheese buyin’ drinks keepin’ all the bitches pleased
that’s not me not Guess Pre as if that’s real who I wanna be
this shit ain’t the spice girls with fruity flower spice world
hey David, it’s real life hurl, so sick I think I might Earl
suit in tie to sweatshirt smack in face it might hurt
fantastic in sarcasm but real talk I always charcoal murk