[Hook: Pounds]x2
1 for the money
2 for the ba**
3 for them boys with the (whoo) on they waist
1 for the money, 1, 1 for the money
2 for the, 2, 2 for the ba**
[Verse 1: Pounds]
Look
P the commissioner
Best since Christopher
Put it on your head like conditioner
You should hit the minister
I'm-a put the ?
Get sick of a b**h
Twister her
Like 26 kick flips to the face
Grand finale sh**, 100 quick clips with a chase
I'm the reason for cheese, please be the cash cow
?
Higher than some 3 dollar seats in the bleachers
I'm a beast so I sleep with the creatures
Rap about them highs and the blow, I don't care man
I put you in the sky for the low, like air train
Hop up in the booth and go Anthony Hopkins
I don't give a sh** with your family watchin'
It's all hip-hop, the blood trickle
Oh my ?
[Hook]x2
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Allergic to fake sh**
D's on the spaceship
God's favorite son, yet I'm caught up in the Matrix
Dr. Benton here to give the game a face lift
I'm off of the chain like I escaped from a slave ship
I...don't...like
99.9 percent of y'all f*ggots on the mic
f** what you heard
If you ain't the Neptune then more than likely I ain't f**ing with you nerds
I'm gone off the syrup
And I am not referrin' to Aunt Jemima nor Mrs. bu*terworth
I got a white b**h I call Lindsay Nohan
Cause when she s**s dick the b**h uses no hands
Oh man!
What a feelin'
I'm high as an alien and dancing on the ceilin'
I'm gonna make a billion...
Dollars, so when I'm in the dirt I can have something to leave to my children
Cowabunga dude
who*es, they adore me, but b**h you only love me because of my cool
"What you up to?"
No good
I'm straight from Decatur but I'm not so hood
I'm more-so psycho
More like Michael...
Myers, Jarren Benton b**h, I'm on fire
s**a a** n***as, she call me sire
And I won't stop rocking until I retire