Church St. - USD To Rand lyrics

(Church St. mumbling something in auto-tune) [Verse 1: Church St] We move like rhinoceras, it ain't no stoppin' us, f** what you thought it was You keep on talkin' but, we will not to speak until you put some profit up All in my pocket brah, you got it stop it brah, get this sh** poppin' like...... Get this sh** poppin', the top off the whip, now it's feeling like Mardi Gras I hear what you telling me, you a bad b**h, but you not in my pedigree I've been in everything: all of the clothes and the cars you have never seen Y'all are so weird to me, I got charisma, and I got integrity I put a band on the money, like "Benny would you like to marry me?" (Awwwww) I'm drinking heavily, hotbox the room like the seventies, gotta do both so I won't get ahead of me All of this broccoli and celery Fettucine in the recipe, you should come eff with me I got heavyweights all on my wrestling team So that talking sh** dead to me Mmm [Verse 2: Church St] I'm in the goo, oxygen mask, in a circular tube With bulletproof gla**... they think that I'm dead, this that part of the movie My grandma adopted, we don't know her story, I could be an alien That's how i'm explaining it, I need my instagram to look Arabian I make all that money so I can just lay in it, if I can't get it, I'm taking it I know a teller, we might can get in and out without 'em tracing it This that part of the movie, but I don't need ten more to do it, sh**, not even Clooney No Rolex, it's Gucci, my earrings and pinky ring choosing, my wrist is confused, it don't know who to do it with My n***a's confused, he don't know who he fooling with (awwww)