[Intro: Trellion]
Oh hey

[Verse 1: Trellion]
Yo, swagging it, the school of life I've been wagging it
My boy Silk oil rich, he Bin Laden it
That green stuff, we still bagging it
24/7, 4-20 let the mandem in
All this cannabis got me looking Mandarin
Your main bitch, my second bitch, call her Anne Boleyn
Got her strumming on my (uhh) like a mandolin
You'd think she make pottery the way she handle it
In this rapping ish, we the main protaganists
Shorty on her knees like she catholic, that's the shit
Money motivates my happiness, so I use unhappiness as a catalyst
Only when it's not blues will I pass the spliff
Cause only when I've got blues I'm a passionate
I'm just a cracker with an attitude
I didn't even try the shoe son it had to fit

[Bridge: Trellion]
Yeah, I get it.. It's all about the money now
Yeah, I get it.. so I'm all about this money now

[Verse 2: Trellion]
This ain't even rapping (what is it?)
It's a slow motion reenactment
And yeah you may have out done me (but what?)
But you'll never out dumb me (what else?)
I'm funny like Al Bundy, there goes ya legs.. How clumsy
Blade by a tory Honzo, caught at the lights like ya boy Alonso
Rest In Peace Doctor Gonzo, keep the rum tucked underneath the orange poncho
Tell ya wifey suck my dick, pronto
She got legs like a horse, we can kick.. Tonto
Get the memo, we making eggs or getting Ralphie Cifaretto'd
You should have known after this one, we branching out it's like they only just twigged on
We played pairs, you got six oned.. Three times in a row
Do the cig run, I wanna Bounty too and a Mountain Dew
Don't F it up, like that's suttin you know how to do

[Verse 3: Lee Scott]
I wanna Mountain Dew, too
And a cloudless June sky with a powder blue hew
Go, break your leg, if you do 'doe power through
I'm too high to pretend I'm down with you
I sip a 40 watching Rick and Morty
With a dumb blonde that does me thinking for me
While I pop me Ellesse jacket collar
Couple of bitches with me like Japa Dollar
I'm stupid and hungry, we set the Weezy so run free, fuck you
And excuse me while I chill in the sky
Then bring it down to earth to get head, eating a chicken karahi
That lazy cracker draped in Kappa
I'm Lord Jamars favourite rapper
I put the kids in daycare, while I chill at the pool with a red face
Except for where me shades were
Twisting me tash at the poker table, with a bundle of Di Nero
And the winning card under neath some bread roll
Fuck stress with no protection, we're the dumb best to ever fail a drug test

[Verse 4: Milkavelli]
Gimme a Mountain Dew three
And a crowd of groupies and an ounce of Blue Cheese
I'm on a Xanny with the Valium twist
Shouts to my cracker Trelly Trellz, I'm on my Champion shit.. Shitt
I live in Cult Mountain, I got mega thots
And got my boy out in Cali, he hit Megan Fox
That's real shit, it's never not
I just ate at Mine Out before ten o'clock
Gringo with a beef taco
Tequila slammer like I don't need a bladder
That scary cracker wearing Patta
Snoop Doggs my favourite actor
And everybody's tryna fit in now so fuck the in crowd
I'm out to hit the in 'n' out
But then I'm back like I'm still about
I'm still on MSN bitch, ASL?
Fuck your bitch, shit yeah I may as well
61-6 shit I'm raising hell
And I'm still in waiting my impending doom
But my new shit's coming fairly soon

[Outro: Trellion]
Yeah, I get it.. It's all about the money now
Yeah, I get it.. so I'm all about this money now
Yeah, I get it.. It's all about the money now
Yeah, I get it.. so I'm all about this money now