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

Every morning while you go to Starbucks to get coffee I be at the bank like, get this cash off me My car so new, but my money so old My grill iced out, so my barbecue's 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 You're 17, but you get an allowance When I see p**y... I'm poundin' What else would you expect from Tha Joker, clowning Bankin' over here, 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 stand 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 white tee or my wife b Burn so many trees, Smokey Bear doesn't like me Let's 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 hump you, they're so stingy I would acknowledge you, but I'm not friendly Boys N The Hood flow, South Central rhyme Godfather delivery, Scarface mind Basically what I'm saying is I'm one of a kind If you thinkin' 'bout battling me, ya thinkin' 'bout dyin' 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: bluejay gymnastics Street cred test? I motherf**in' pa**ed it At least 20 grand in one of these elastics I really don't like when haters throw sodium I am the sh**, please pa** the Imodium A-D, play me, you couldn't do it safely I control the Roc, call me the new Jay-Z