He Who Ate All The Caviar Lyrics

I made more than this money, don't label me as no business.
Came up in this country, started out in the civic.
Pray for rain ‘till it's money, praying more than just Sunday,
Eating good, I'm still hungry, left no evidence on these dishes.
Watching movies, no sound, smoking weed in this dopehouse.
And my bitch coked out, smoke loud when she go down.
Damn, this the life, riding on Gary Fisher bikes.
Know the kid is nice, piece of cake, you won't get a slice.
In time of night, hide your kids, hide your wife, find a sip, bottle Sprite.
High as shit, blind a bitch, dynamite. Bitch, tell me what your problems like
Just got the pipe, we could talk all night.

I get money, I fuck hoes, I wear really nice clothes,
I go to the club and buy all Patron.
I get a lot of bitches who love to suck my dick,
I made a lot of money,
I'm real motherfucking rich.
I get money, I fuck hoes, I wear really nice clothes,
I go to the club and buy all Patron.
I get a lot of bitches who love to suck my dick,
I made a lot of money,
I'm real motherfucking rich.

Why the fuck did I start this? Now I'm spitting retarded.
That baseline made that, that's the hardest, regardless.
I could get this yardage ‘cause I'm quarterback.
Bitch, give me my quarter back.
Change, vending machine, make it rain.
Buying out the whole bottom floor.
Buying out the whole bottom drawer,
Buying out the whole bottom row.
There's ice in my mouth right now
Let me chew that shit, bitch, I'm cold.
Yeah, I'm cold.

All you rappers, you old, don't go to award shows
‘cause they smell like nursing homes, yeah.
Never wanna get nominated.
Yeah, I do, I'm just pissed I haven't got nominated.

I get money, I fuck hoes, I wear really nice clothes,
I go to the club and buy all Patron.
I get a lot of bitches. ( now, what the fuck?! )
I'm real motherfucking rich.
I get money, I fuck hoes, I wear really nice clothes,
I go to the club and buy all Patron.
I get a lot of bitches who love to suck my dick,
I made a lot of money,
I'm real motherfucking rich.