My mama's talkin' to me Try to tell me how to live But I don't listen to her 'Cause my head is like a sieve
My daddy, he disowned me 'Cause I wear my sisters clothes He caught me in the bathroom With a pair of pantyhose
My basketball coach, He done kick me off the team For wearing high heel sneakers And acting like a queen
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree Gonna tie my pecker to a tree
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Get your boogie on Go head
The earth is coming to an end And I don't give a damn As long as I have my bitch Oh and my fly gear
It don't bother me If people think I'm funny 'Cause I'm a big rock star And I'm makin' lots of money
Money! money! money! money
Are you talking pesos?
Money, ka-ching! ka-ching
Ha ha ha ha ha ha Lots of money(x3) I'm so bloody rich Lots of money Lots of muthafuckin' money I get rich
Ha ha ha ha ha ha I own shopping centers, and parking lots And stars, and all that shit
Ha ha ha ha ha ha I own you! ha! you too! you three For me, hee hee, hoh hoh
Get your groove on Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow Come on, death, right here, slow, ah Don't give a fuck, break it out You even know boy George is on heroin We don't give a fuck Rick James is in the crack house I'm f****n' paying, that's all that matters Ha, ha, ha, ha, ahh, ha, ha, ha!
The bomb is a fuckin in the house Loco! ooooh ahhh oooo Gimme some