Grapes (Disposable Income)

So, apparently, I had this, like, aunt, who passed away Who was, I guess, like, very, very wealthy And for some reason, she left everything to me Like, I'm getting bored spending money Like, I, I, I spent a billion dollars the other day And it was actually boring (Hahaha) I had a dream I bought a yacht So, I bought a yacht, then I bought another yacht Now I have two yachts I'm never cold or hot, I'm just a guy with two yachts (Wait, why'd he buy two?) 'Cause I got that Bruce Wayne money That Lady Crawley loot Got the Willy Wonka drip in a Burberry suit You got that Charlie Bucket bank, no capital or rank So here, take a billion Or one of my yachts Charlie Bucket is the, like, the kid who's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Yeah, that can't even afford a chocolate bar Bucket Bank, so it's Charlie Bank Well, there's a duality to it Charlie Bucket is the guy who ends up getting Anyways, I don't mean to over-explain Rip rollin' Soarin' through the sky (sky) Flyin' high like a baldie Help, help I can't stop dancin' on a loop Like they're playing Vince Guaraldi I got racks (got racks) And that's facts Take my golden elevator to the top of my stacks I ain't ever been a debtor You a loser with no cheddar I was cookin' up a beat But then Bruiser made it better (ha!) What's that? Whatcha screamin' at me? Ya breakin' in and out like a burglar with acne Don't at me, it'll stay unread Meanwhile R.I.P You've been typin' on your death bed Shakin' my head, shakin' my head You oughta call me Peter the Great The way I'm makin' my bread, you poor kid You lookin' like you never been fed And what's worse? You have little to no cred, you bonehead I've got money I got God money I got stacks so high That it ain't even funny Net worth is infinity I am the epitome of Disposable income I've got money I got God money I got stacks so high That it ain't even funny Net worth is infinity I am the epitome of Disposable income You in Southwest, back row, middle seat Oh, no I got espresso, martinis on a NetJet Call me Mr. To-Do List, the way I get the Check, check, check, check, checks Your year's salary? I just blew that on some truffle pasta I ain't even finished Call me Erewhon Cafe The way I got the spinach You can't do nothin' Need to call for help Ya back hurt from grabbin' bottles off the bottom shelf Only wine in my system is the Napa Valley grapes Take ya girl to Rockefeller Holdin' hands while we skate No room in the safe, I deposit what I make I make so much money It's confusing to the bank Park City wit' yo girl on the ski slopes Shush-shushin' Makin' squibba-squabba Shoot us in ya bushes (hahaha) Just found a cheque in my cushion It's yo' life savings Bank statements crazy My C.P.As need vacations I should confuse you I'm not like most (like most, like most) I am spooky I pull up in that ghost Ooh, I've got God money Ooh, I got stacks so high, yeah, hoo-hoo-hoo Oh, you won't believe, oh-hoo-hoo, yeah I got stacks and racks, and racks, and racks, so high (Hahahaha) I told you bro! Wait did I, did I, did I do something?