Yea it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits

I just wanna ball with my hands in the air and

Make them jump

Make them bump riding dirty with my punks

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

I'm the fat cat, I need a milk bone

Got your girl feeling frisky in a Silk robe

And I'm still broke, posted in my daddy's van

Crying over spilled Coke, soak it in my hand-me-downs

I need my caddy now, I'm tryna shoot my shot

Me and all my boys turn this party to a coup-de-gras

Give my girl that 24K now watch me get my Bruno on

Chilling with my dogs bitch watch me get my Cujo on

Cue the fog, coming through and chilling with a groupie's mom

Stupid donk, booty looking like a fucking movie star

Stir the pot, ooh

Bitch that's what I gotta do

Hating on the Belaganas, who the fuck you talking to

We them pretty boys and slick as oil spit that boiling flow

Yea that kid's annoying been so buoyant, fishing in my boat

Bitch I'm standing for this vandalism, anarchistic cult

Fuck the riches boy I'm out here going rogue

(Here we go)

Yea it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits

I just wanna ball with my hands in the air and

Make them jump

Make them bump riding dirty with my punks

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Mr. Bright shirt, here to do this rhyme work

Here them tires (skrrt) got that trunk bumping like fireworks

I was born with a mic-chord and I'm built like a fucking cyborg

Make them step to the right, then I make them jump like it was a timewarp

I- hit the stage and I hang from the roof

Do my thing, make it bang and my subs they go (WOOF)

They be saying I'm insane with the shit that I do

Here to rave with the Jew, make it rain then I zoom

You know I just might be some hot shit

Swerving down a highway with my Nikes and a goth bitch

White T and a Mazda

Y'all just want some paper I don't pay for all your prospects

Give me thirty seconds turn a sermon to a moshpit

I'm flawless, rock this, bumping with a stone face

She's tryna stay platonic (haha) okay

I'm eating that shit like it's Postmates

The money been falling that's snowflakes

Bobby, the King of the Hill, I got the gas (propane)

Yea it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits

I just wanna ball with my hands in the air and

Make them jump

Make them bump riding dirty with my punks

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Yea it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits

I just wanna ball with my hands in the air and

Make them jump

Make them bump riding dirty with my punks

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Yea it's not about the cars or the cash or the merits

I just wanna ball with my hands in the air and

Make them jump

Make them bump riding dirty with my punks

Make them jump!

Make them jump!

Make them jump!