Ayy, make the place look like a murder scene
Ayy, when I make moves, I'm a money fiend

Olive, body shaped like a bottle
Popeye off of spinach
Pop a model 'til she waddle, uh, drop her toddler off, damn
Light a flame, toss a Molotov
Drop it off, then I Mazel Tov
Pop a whole god dang champagne bottle cork
Still might find me in a mosh pit
And I still ain't even corporate
Walked in with who I worked with (Yeah)
Yeah, run up on you while you're jogging
Make you listen to my Walkman
Mixtape shit, streams never seen make a whole boat sink (Yeah, listen, bitch)