[Intro]
Yeah, King Bert, Sup
k** em' in the dirt
[Verse 1: King Bert]
I'm Chilling with the homies
Smoking weed, Drinking beer
I don't think that I make it more clear
Im feelin right
Feelin tight
Getting drunk (drunk)
Ima f** a b**h tonight
Maybe ill f** this b**h (i dont know)
Or her over there
I dont give a sh**
As long as she's got hair
But only on her head and none down below
I dont want her lookin like no kinda fellow
I ain't gay
I dont swing like that
If anyone say that I do
I'll hit em' with a bat
Straight to the dome, ill k** you (yeah)
Now your dead and gone
[Hook 1: King Bert]
Im chillen
With the homies
Getting dummied, yeah
I have noooo
Money
No money at all
[Verse 2: King Bert]
Im so damn broke (HA!)
Its pretty funny
When I get paid
I spend all my money
I spend it on my mama
Nope, that a lie
I spend it on me
Cause im f**in fly
If you dont believe look at my shoes
They're dirty and old man
Just like your mama too
I tore up that clitorus
I f**ed that hoe
It's like I said, she's dirty and old
It was f**in gross, I dont know why I did it
It was a f**ing chore man, sh**
Yo, i did it for community service and more
Peace
[Hook 2: King Bert]
And mo' , and mo' , and mo' , dead hoe, dead hoe, and mo' , dead hoe, and mo' Uhhhh, ahh ah yeah uh PEACE
[Verse 3: Tyga]
It's that young beasty n***a
Brrr-hah stick em
It's still no fitteds, Dupont finish
Courtside tickets, a Laker in my city
Purple like Grimace
Roof pop like titties
Pound sign - sit your a** down, b**h, I'm busy
I'm balling like a b**h - all-blue Ken Griffies
Use the chicken rotisserie, squeeze the ? to your lemon
Everything I do new, n***a, cut the red ribbon
Give me space to the left
Leave your face indented
There's too many women, why these n***as out there staring?
T-Raw Mclaren, boy flayer than a parrot
Me and that money got a merit
I was the first to pop her cherry
[Hook 3: Tyga]
Now it's big living, fast cars, model women
Penthouse, hella-chains - why you tripping?
[Outro]
Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Money & Liquor
Tyga Tyga
n***a n***a