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