I'm a motherf**ing millionaire you doof
Going city to city inside of this spoof
Got millions of dollars and Bill Gates on my side
I could take away your business and leave you all to die
I got a mercedes Benz
Got plenty damn lady friends
It's from buying the United States out
I got a hell of a life
I bought my buddy his wife
I got everything
You know my company is the best fest
I play Gulf with Abdullah
I do his wife Rania
Then i pay the mac daddy of Amman off
Politics is what it is to ya
I bought the whitehouse yesterday
I left Obama on his a**
Now he's begging in the street
He ain't got no cla**
I guess I really am a jerk, but that's how business all works
I'm making monopoly empire boardwalks
That hurts
I pay Curt his insurance
Pay Matt his a**istance
I pay Syria the cash for the f**ing resistance
Ima be watching you
Got you in my sight
If i decide to buy you out, there's no place to hide
I own the media, wikipedia and every damn American pop diva
Me and Maria have you and Wiz Khalifa
I'll admit guys I'm cheap as hell
But you'll only see this rapper hitting on the females
Oh that's how it be
Man! me and, MC
Yo Abdullah you can keep your queen
After all there's no animosity between you and me
Yeah ima buy Sony and California's flowers and tree sap
Drop you in Iraq
Let Al Qaeda kick your a** for two hours while I take a nap
That's how it be, taking tree sap
Keep going all this time
Freestyling and spitting the rhyme
Watch me go
[Freestyle]
I feel like these companies keep buying us out
Selling things to other countries without a doubt
Taking oil from Iraq, all dead because of lies
Can't believe this, can't believe my eyes
Yeah, all these trusts and entrustment
I can't believe this, we're going bustment
Yeah I'm making up words now just to keep the rap going
For all of you without a doubt
No clout
No pressure
Just keep going
And never stop ever
I can't believe this
South side of LA is full of f**ing sh** and piss
Damn, they took the business away
Sent them to China, for people to work on the a**embly lines
Until the end of their time
Without a doubt, feeding them nothing but f**ing sh** and brine
I was born in Chicago, that's a village in Africa
All they had to eat was dog sh** and paprika
That's a lie I was from palistan
Next to lebanonistan
Blew up Paskistan with a gas can
Yeah, you know how it be
I'm the f**ing rad ranter
That's how it be
Yeah, I keep saying this sh**
It's getting sh**ty
Should end this rap right now
But it ain't gonna be pretty
While I go at it I'm gonna say
Synergy is a bad thing for you and me today
Why the hell it gotta be that way?
Can't we just tell them to go away for another day?
Yesterday is gone, yesterday is over
Telling them is like f**ing Red Rover
Let Clifford come over
Who knows who he be?
Just another stranger out in the f**ing dark streets
Going at it all of the time
Going around spitting my f**ing rhymes
Down at clubs in Detroit and Mt. Clemens
Where I grew up
Damn, everything was always getting f**ed
Drive my pickup truck
Over a tramp
Inside of f**ing Los Angeles
Get a postage stamp
From the president
Like "damn I want you to be my Whitehouse resident"
Playing basketball with the president
Dumping on his delegates
Gotta be careful, the whitehouse is delicate
Millionaire
Slumdog
Whatever you call me
I ain't got that sh** anymore
It ain't pretty
I could say the same words again and again
But I don't care I'm making you my f**ing hen
I make you my b**h
I buy you out, make you my slave
Even thought the 13th amendment says I can't, that's gay
Oh wait, I shouldn't say that
I shouldn't offend my own friends
That's crap