Singing to the Cheese

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up, I pop out, I'm smokin' on chronic

Explain this to me, boy, how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them fifties and hunnids

I pull up, hop out and I'm reekin' of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reekin' of G's

I pull the guap out and I'm singin' them G's

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singin' to the cheese

Boy ya know, pissy wrist, pissy throat

My pissy finger, pissy ear get pissy hos

My palm itchin', plenty guap get plenty hos

You think it's sweet, them weapons, I get plenty those

I want some head, this **** bitch, she one to ten

I want some grands, want some millions, want some billions

Don't want no friends, want some weed, want some killers

I want some streets, want some houses, want some buildin's

I pull up, flex a **** like, Gotta be kiddin' me

I got the Tec, the P-11, it gotta be with me

Don't be against me, boy, you better be with me

You better call the SWAT and they better come get me

Bitch, I'm rich, but I still got that savage in me

I'm high as fuck, bitch, I got two 7's in me

Point out the fuck **** think he better than me

This Sons of Anarchy, I got the Jax up in me

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up, I pop out, I'm smokin' on chronic

Explain this to me, boy, how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them fifties and hunnids

I pull up, hop out and I'm reekin' of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reekin' of G's

I pull the guap out and I'm singin' them G's

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singin' to the cheese

Like biddy-bop-ba-bop, singin' to the cheese

Like Sosa Wonder, I be with the keys

You can call me Sosa Ray Charles or Sosa RnB

Told yo bitch, Come here, call me Sosa Scorpion

Call me Sosa Subzero, I'm the man with the Big Glo

Call me Sosa Liu Kang, I'm the man with the kicks on

Call me Sosa Budokai, I'm the **** with the Dragon Ball

Call me Sosa Yu-Gi-Oh, I'm the **** with the dragon card

Hopped on the road and let's go get that money

I pull up, I pop out, I'm smokin' on chronic

Explain this to me, boy, how you allergic to money?

You can't be allergic to them fifties and hunnids

I pull up, hop out and I'm reekin' of weed

I pull the racks out and I'm reekin' of G's

I pull the guap out and I'm singin' them G's

Like Ba-da-ba-ba-ba singin' to the cheese, ay, ay