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Yeah I want A couple milli in my debit account, and I want A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want Solid gold toilet bowls in my house, yeah (No, no) No more living with my mom and dad Now they got a guest room in my balling pad Got a salt water pool where the dolphin's at (Hello? Warren Buffet's on the line) Shit, I'll call him back Can't you see I'm tryna rap here, Mary? Oh yeah, that's Mary, my full-time secretary She got no gag reflex, not at all So uh, y'all can imagine how she got the job My refrigerator full of champagne Dresser drawer full of uncut cocaine Turn my dining room into a fucking arcade Yeah, that'll be the day Yeah I want A couple milli in my debit account, and I want A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want Solid gold toilet bowls in my house I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah Yeah I want, solid gold toilet bowls in my house (With the, with the) With the helipad, and a live in chef His name's Jeff, and he keeps my kitchen fresh Sautéing mushrooms with a chicken breast And then we tag team hoes in my private jet I got exotic pets, they all around me chilling Stretch hot tub with a thousand women And a, castle bigger than Bowser lived in With a secret back room where I count my millions Got money stacks stashed away My garage got cars in a vast array A whole island to myself like Castaway Yeah, that'll be the day Yeah I want A couple milli in my debit account, and I want A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want Solid gold toilet bowls in my house I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah Yeah I want, solid gold toilet bowls in my house I got 24 karats in my shower head, toilet bowl And a frame that's around my bed (what) I got Ms. America giving back rubs in my solid gold bathtub Cause you know that I be Living life like Mr. Deeds With a diamond rolling tray where I twist my trees So picture me, on every Forbes list you see Cause I'ma get there eventually (So everybody say) Yeah I want A couple milli in my debit account, and I want A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want Solid gold toilet bowls in my house Yeah I want A couple milli in my debit account, and I want A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want Solid gold toilet bowls in my house
Writer(s): Christian Webster, Brian Joseph Eisner, Daniel Jacob Zavaro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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