Tha Joker (US) - We Do It For Fun Part 2 lyrics

Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee I be at the bank like get this cash me off me My car so new, but my money so old My grill iced out so my barbecues cold 3-2-1 blast off you ba*tards Spaceship doors, my garage is NASA Hedgehog game, I am much faster You are a lizard, I am a raptor When I hit the club or the stage I party hard Witness hoes naked like everyday was Mardi Gras See I'm 17 and I have an accountant Your 17 but you get an allowance When I see p**y... I'm pounding What else would you expect from the joker? Clowning Bacon over hear, what you want to drink honey Blow stacks so it's like I give head to my money I'm a studio geek, Urkel, Ned Flanders Car sits low, chameleon salmander Joker beats, lock up sell 3 White girl trunk Stan Marshall Mathers LP Even my haters, secretly they felt me Last name West, there's nothing you can tell me I am super s**y in my black tee or my wife b Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me Lets be honest, who really wanna fight me You can throw balls but I bet you won't strike me Look into that future, see me in that Bentley Check my bank account, don't I have plenty My hoes won't f** you, they're so stingy I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly Boys N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme Godfather delievery, Scarface mind Basically what I'm saying, is I'm one of a kind If you thinking bout battling me, ya thinking bout dying Fakes, phony, please stop trying I parade my gangster, what are you implying She can feel my bone all on her spine Orgasm back spasms, she straight crying I f** with ladies, I won't even watch who*es Don't shake hands, cause you prolly didn't wash yours This sh** is easy, I could do it in my slumber And I make so much money, I should have a pin number Dumb and Dumber, where is your hunger Veggie eating b**h, here's my cucumber Close your mouth, listen to me thunder I am a pirate, I'm throwing my plunder Black Pearl gangster, south side legend You gonna need a notebook for all these lessons Teacher, preacher, deacon, reverend Whole damn kenmore in my bezzle I am the greatest there will ever be Me to the rap game, is like fatback to peas Chopper, semi, co*king, blasting I flip birds, blue jay gymnastics Street cred test, I motherf**in past it Atleast 20 grand in one of these elastics I really don't like when haters throw sodium I am the sh** please pa** thee amodium A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z