Lyrics

(I-I-I'm) (Heh-heh, huh-huh) Mr. Squidward? (I-I-I'm) Please, press record (I like audio engineering, Squidward) (I-I-I'm working on dying) Heh-heh (BNYX), yeah I just made all of this money Make sure that none of my employees is paid (cash) You gon' need more than them buckets To conquer the dynasty we went and made (made) Take a good look at my roster They really the ones that went and made a change (money) Yeah, we been flippin' them patties We makin' thеm burgers that they really cravе Krabs in this bitch (ha) Squid' in this bitch (huh-huh) Pat' in this bitch (bah) Sponge' in this bitch (ooh, yeah) We're hitting nothing but net But we're not huntin' for jellyfish (ooh, I'm ready, yeah) Gon' need a Chum Bucket hat on my head Only way I can switch (yeah, heh) Been in this game, they should know I'm a vet' (yeah) Fought in the war, that shit made me depressed (uh-huh) So I opened a restaurant and made me this cash (uh-huh) Now I'm throwin' these verses all over the track (uh-huh) Only ride with my gang, only ride with the pack (uh-huh) Gotta maximize profit, I won't pay the tax (uh-huh) If he don't pay a stack, then he off of the track (cash) Pull up to the Krusty Krab to get a snack Sandy, she blastin', she givin' up cake (uh-huh) Open Sesame, I get to the bank Smokin' on seaweed, you know it's that dank (uh-huh) Sundae Surprise with the way that it stank I feel like a man, not a mermaid (yeah) Put a round to his top, like he Sandy (uh) Knock his top off, I turn him to Man Ray (ha-ha) Gettin' cash, Mr. Krabs know the mandate (yeah) Gettin' cash, me and Krabs never missin' (uh-huh) Saw the future, had to follow in the vision (yeah) Clarinet when I play, they gon' listen (huh) I'ma tell you how I got these riches (look) Mr. Krabs sent the check, Squidville be the set Bikini Bottom what I rep' (yeah, yeah, yeah) Made it off of "Clarinet" (ba-ha-ha) Now these clones be on my neck (I'm ready!) I'm askin', "What's next?" Goo in my cup, it's muddy Sorry, I'm burstin' ya bubble, buddy But your girl's karate chopped, she's ugly She sick as fuck, she look kinda sudsy I said "No, thank ya", built like an angler Hands like the Strangler, they smelly and massive Krabs holdin' pay stubs, potential waster Only getting one chance, you better firmly grasp it They say they want a food war, then let's get it (brrrru-tu-tu) On fire underwater, ignorin' the physics (brrrru-tu-tu) Try to emulate the sauce, we'll dismiss 'em (brrrru-tu-tu) Take out the trash, but the sea lice will get it (brrrru-tu-tu, woo!) Are you feelin' it now, Mr. Krabs? This kelp finally hitting Should we be in the trap But it's just a restaurant, who you kiddin'? (ba-ha-ha) I just made all of this money Make sure that none of my employees is paid You gon' need more than them buckets To conquer the dynasty we went and made Take a good look at my roster They really the ones that went and made a change Yeah, we been flippin' them patties We makin' them burgers that they really crave Krabs in this bitch (ha) Squid' in this bitch (huh-huh) Pat' in this bitch (bah) Sponge' in this bitch (ooh, yeah) We're hitting nothing but net But we're not huntin' for jellyfish (ooh, I'm ready, yeah) Gon' need a Chum Bucket hat on my head Only way I can switch (yeah) (Aye-aye, aye-aye) (Aye-aye, aye-aye) (Aye-aye, Aye-aye) (Aye-aye, aye-aye)
Writer(s): Benjamin Saint Fort, Niles Terrell Groce, Audwin Jalen Gray, Qulan Carr, Ethan Anthony Harszlak Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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