DaVinci On The Track - RICH WHITE MAN MARK CUBAN lyrics

[Intro] Yeah son Back with that rich white man sh** son Don't give a hoot son Let's get it son, yeah (3PACALYPSE) [Hook] Rich white man Mark Cuban (3x) Yeah we boozin Rich white man Mark Cuban (3x) Yeah we boozin Mark Cuban, Mark Cuban, Mark, Mark, Mark Cuban (3x) Mark Cuban, Yeah we boozin [Verse 1] Pull up to the party and I'm gettin all the bread Chedda momma on my dick, gon give me head She don't give hoot, she don't give a hoot It's a given that she wanna f** the beast in the booth Show up to the club and you know that I'm flexin All these ladies asking me 21 questions Like "Oh my god, you are white" Yeah girl, do you wanna get my pipe? Yeah son, that's a bet, holdin down for the wild wild West When I say smoking, I ain't talking cigarettes I'm only smoking the best No stress, yeah son, talking bout the dro Everybody knows I'm sick with the flow [Interlude] Yeah son, I'm f**in up the game son Straight up son, I'm white son 3Pac the name son I'm rich son Shoutout to Mark Cuban son, you don't give a hoot either son Straight up, get the chedda son Chedda mamas on deck son [Hook] [Verse 2] Verse number two, Ima k** it again Everybody knows that all I do is win Leaning sideways with this drink that I'm sippin' Ball so hard, something like Scottie Pippen Never gave a hoot from the jump son Hottest under the sun, son son ZHG reppin to the end, ridin round town in my new Benz It's a wrap son Took the whole game over son, wit ease son straight up More chedda than Chuck E Cheese son Do what I want when I want son, never gave a hoot son [Hook]