I'm an Eng. major I do everything major You minor like a teenager; I got power like Green Ranger I’m hot as inferno; ask Dante Menage a trois avec les soeurs Bronte Ouais je peux parler un peu de Francais Chais que tu me trouve beau. Veux-tu danser ?

pants droppin’ i get it poppin’ get that booty poppin’ make it rain grab my umbrella cause i’m fly like mary poppins i be nannying you sons y’all a buncha babies so #SIT majoring in english so you know i keep it lit you already know; my pockets gettin’ fatter i’m all about my dough like i’m gettin’ in the batter swing batter, batter swing; swing, swing your hips 14-keratin ring around my fingertips Swing them hips: Rat Pack. Stackin’ dough: flapjacks You pussies sleepin’ on me that’s a catnap Catburglar – I’mma break in and ransack Steal your life put it in my Versace knapsack attracting the traffic i think i need a crossing guard i need bigger graphing paper cause my songs are off the charts i brought the bars; you’re caught off-guard; vip where’s my bodyguard writin’ all these bangers so my mixtape is a sausage party marrying the money (guess i'm/get some) wedding bands gold bands, rubber bands, platinum my pockets gettin’ a lil hungry imma fatten em collectin’ coins i’m a numismatic addict yeah i’m teaching reading but i’m all ‘bout my mathematics decimal placin’ got tens and hunnids too pick a flower from the asphodel fields we be runnin’ through sweet trips to outer space call that our honeymoon then in a private yacht with my new money groom tie the knot i’m stackin’ knots sailin’ nautical miles when we walk down the aisle it’s a tropical isle married to the cheese that’s macaroni matrimony the money don’t stop comin’ like i’m gettin’ alimony i’m on a roll like a symphony of timpanis i’m a bad motherfucker you my children: antigone yo is you lookin’ for a star ? i’m the epitome married to the music, art, and money; that’s polygamy makin’ wedding plans so hot i’m sweatin’ man gettin’ wedding bands 27 grand wrapped around my finger; on my winnin’ hands hire a wedding singer yeah i'm gettin’ bands & they all rock & they all rock i’m gettin’ caked up; cut the cake & cut the small talk cause money talks & your wallet keeps on stuttering benny franklin gettin’ on his knees; das another ring [accordion solo]

makin’ that billy cause i’m the GOAT greater than ya haters that’s why you hoes hate me gingerbread boy but the fox never ate me nah i ate that bitch first drove his hearse down to hades i’m lil devil where’s my persephone my true love to sail with me across the seven seas what’s the point of rulin’ with nobody to reign next to me kicking so much ass one to fuck is a necessity killed the game rest in piece i’d kill you too but you’re dead to me i’m oswald you’re kennedy so ill where’s the remedy eliminate my enemies that think that they be ending me i ask questions bitch don’t question me you best believe it’s my destiny, so why you second guessin’ me ? you’re less than me and my legacy. i’m passed y’all, so quit testing me don’t mess with me; i wrote the recipe for disaster; that’s my specialty you got the game on lock ? psh open sesame i’m the gingerbread man you can’t catch me catch me if you can catch me if you can run as fast as you can you can’t catch me catch me if you can catch me if you can catch me if you can i’m the gingerbread man can’t catch me runnin’ the game you can find me at the track meet runnin’ so fast & ballin’ athlete all about them digits like a muhfuckin’ mathlete countin’ my money rap game ted bundy see how i be killin’ it i stay on that illest shit buyin’ all the tylenol’ i’m the illest bitch i’m the realest bitch fuck you feelings bitch i’m an emcee like escher and a fruit so i’m fresher puttin’ bitches in a hyperbaric chamber got em under pressure i’m rare — shinin’ like a holographic trading card you hatin’ hard i’m like a meteor shower - a reignin’ [rainin] star look at all my sponsors i’m cool yeah i got fans i go to hella concerts cause all i see is bands run, run, run as fast as you can you’ll never catch up cause i’m the gingerbread man i’m the gingerbread man can’t catch me got the game on lock & i swallowed the latchkey this gingerbread boy caked up bossin’ and if you bout dat dough imma letcha lick my frostin’ [off] i’m runnin’ the game i’m stunnin’ i’m cunnin’ my brain is stuntin’ i’m fuckin’ insane don’t come in my lane i’m gunnin’ i’m huntin’ for fame i’ll push ya in front of the flames

i got a big booty hoe; i feel like 2 chainz no strings attached, baby – no, not even shoestrings i’m too hot. need a flu shot. i’m iller than flu strains: avian, swine – i’m ham; i’m fly, flyer than 2 planes you’re too plain i’m on track like choochoo trains chewing rap bitches from the top of the food chain it’s the new reign i’m your new king bow down bend down lemme see dat ass just a sneakpeek i can be dirty you a neatfreak life ain’t fair where’s the cheat sheet send me twitpics of dick pics tweet tweet i’m rappin’ with no rap sheet drugfree making trap beats run the game like athletes you got no rhythm; two bad feet party all night till last call i’m the future i’m past y’all i’m next summer you last fall comin’ at you hard like a fastball I be where da bad bitches be I be badder dan dem bitches be I get dirty that’s what da business be I be where dem bitches wish dey be God-DAYUM I’m the smartest bitch Goddamn ! I’m the hardest bitch I put the ham in harm and the harm in pharmacist Take two doses of arsenic And call: me in the morning or the coroner For your own mourning; you’re a hellbound foreigner I’m still Lil Devil. Bitch go build temples Acid reign on y’all my flow be real mental I spit fire: Inferno So hot I go in: burn slow Ca-Ching Imma win: earn dough Got new souls lined up wait your turn hoe Bad Bitch Syndrome I’m winsome; I win some I come in get income Welcome to my Kingdom Awh shit I’m on some awesome boss shit Mouth so dirty wash it Who gassed ya up ? Auschwitz ! Nauseous noxious and toxic Call me Nostradamus Cause all ll I do is profit

[hook] imma ride that ass: grand canyon imma, imma, imma ride that ass grand canyon i don’t fuck with no mules i’m no fool i’m a stallion lemme see that big ass hole grand canyon imma ride that ass like i’m at the grand canyon booty so big imma need another mansion i’m so grand, 100 grand call me warped tour; i got bandz your bitch suck and blow like a hoover cause you know i make em go dam(n) dat ass is a des(s)ert cause it’s hot and i’m thirstayyy man i wanna hump it like the day before thursday put a bow on that ass eat that cake like my birthday wordplay in first place but i ain’t got no competition in the first place [hook] i’m a world wonder like the grand canyon put my meat between your buns ham sandwich cause when my dick ain’t in an ass i’m a fish outta water like canned salmon yeah i write hooks to reel you in like a fisherman like a crack addict imma climb inside that fissure man bout that west coast born in cali: apple valley drop that ass low; get low like death valley pockets on kirstie alley; i’m grand like a finale strike a pinhead down cause i ball: bowling alley i’m fly as a phoenix flyer than a g6 yeah i’m makin’ capital like phoenix that means cheese bitch i ain’t talkin’ deep-dish i’m new and improved 2.0 like a remix [hook] i rock grand canyon i rock hard don’t take me for granite (grand) grand canyon i’m the damn man yeah i’m smooth like that song by santana smooth motherfucker call me mr. legato i’m grand as a piano; grand like theft auto put my pole in the hole is the goal that’s my muhfuckin’ motto engorge that gorge ravenous wolf on a forage put my tongue in ya trunk for storage yeah i’m with a couple bears no porridge they’d rather take a bite of my orange i'm iced like arizona tea got dat cold touch while you bitches diggin’ copper i’m a gold rush wait hold up i ain’t got a soul but i got a footlong shovel like i’m bout to fill that hole up imma ride that ass grand canyon imma ride that ass, ride that ass imma, imma, imma ride that ass grand canyon imma ride that ass, ride that ass, ass, ass A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ A$$ ETC. [also i know the ocarina part sounds annoying but i just got it so i wanted to use it lol sorry]

mi povas repi en esperanto tio estas la plej bona fikanto mi estas la plej bona fikanto la plej bona fikanto mi havas malĉastulojn en mia lito ĉu vi estos mia kara fikito mia ŝvito gutas en mia hotelo suito mi spirhaltigas: kiel bronkito mia stilo amorvekas kaj vi baldau malsekas ho mi pavumas ni ĉiam amorvekas ligu tiun kacujon al mia vizaĝo neĝas; estas ĉurolavango balai ĝin kun via lango skuu la pugon: pogo mi frenezas: kukolhorlogo

if you ain’t talkin’ money then you ain’t speakin’ my language y’all better get rosetta stone you better know better, hoe better go get a rosetta stone i’m a goal getta though best in show; i got a cheddar flow bread and dough all my lettuce grown; burger metaphors makin’ mint oregano; money straight, no hetero i’m goin’ in - up in your ears - q-tip my hair red invest in me: bluechip bands on deck like a concert on a cruise ship i’m the captain no sinkin’ no loose lips keep them shut if you ain’t speakin’ my lingo stack them pringles get them chips like bingo fill me up with singles i’m a starr like ringo you think you fly nah you a plastic flamingo in my cash garden i bought you for a bargain come again i just don’t understand your poor jargon call my accountant i get coins like a fountain on my abacus countin’ cash stack high as a mountain got a mountain of presidents i call that shit mt rushmore i talk cash you talk shit i’m royal you should flush more if you ain’t talkin’ money then you ain’t speakin’ my language y’all better get rosetta stone if you ain’t talkin’ money then you you ain’t speakin’ my lang you’ll never be in my lane Head Bitch In Charge: i rule the bad bitch city-state i go ham n’ get money i’m a piggy bank bring that bacon i’m fresh bakin’ pancaking thick stacks i’m making a mint i should work for tic-tacs got dem prezzies in my wallet call it arlington cemetery i don’t understand a word you just said lemme check my bum-to-money dictionary baby got back all they backs green yeah i stay flossing n’ my plaques clean i’m the illest muthafucka get yo vaccine shut this bitch down we goin’ black screen i’m fluent in the moolah; bitch your native tongue is talkin’ shit i’m married to the money; rap game martha washington if you ain’t talkin’ money then you’re not speakin’ my language y’all better get rosetta stone if you ain’t talkin’ money you ain’t speakin’ my lang you ain’t speakin’ my lang you’ll never be in my lane i’m on top money stackin’ tall skyscraper gradin’ all these essays so you know i’m gettin’ paper fresh on the game caked up i’m a baker if you’re not talkin’ money imma need a translator you talkin’ foreign i’m drivin’ foreign go get my interpreter see how i assassinate these beats i’m a murderer killin’ it y'all cadavers palaver and babble you’ll never reach the top; i’ll smash your tower of babel i’m a wordsmith; i’ll own a broke bitch at scrabble my words flock the herds then i slaughter the cattle baise-moi dans une baignoire d'argent liquide

I dream of you and me on naked beaches. Helios grinning as we dare eat peaches. The kings of sandcastles. We are royal. Then the tides crash; my dream pops; my scars spoil: I love like a gargoyle My stone heart’s in garboil The sky melts; the stars boil My hips cheat; my heart’s loyal You were a dream come true. But then I woke up. Our bodies dance to the choreography of the stars Phantom mermaids serenade like sitars Let’s make love to swan lullabies Your siren voice, your gorgon eyes Your name’s a stain spraypainted on my soul like it’s vandalized