[Intro: Ceres Fauna, doin' fine, Darius Grouch III "The Rumble" & ilysm]
Wait has this always been here? Why am i bothering with the stock market when i just have all this money in my house? Whats even the point?
I'm going ? thai drink chinese meal (HAHAHAHAH)
Lets just check another one for prosperity, what do we reckon anything? (HAHAHAHAHAHA Yesss!)
I don't give a fuck who's on the plane I am the baddest motherfucker on the planet
I'm still so fucking sick
I am Darius Grouch III "The Rumble"
I took down the money plane now bring me my money!
Uh please hold on
Yo

[Verse 1: ilysm]
I'm made up of 7 billion billion billion billion billion atoms
And I was thе second person to fuck after Adam
A nicе dinner with your girl, this shit you could not fathom
You just beef with me on twitter even though it do not matter
My state of matter gaseous, stunnin' with the liquid
Bitch I'm Solid Snake when I'm getting down to business
Like brass sax brodie bring that thang back
Spin it round like matrix prolly shouldn't say that
Bitch I'm in this Maybach, lay-back, new dog with old tricks
Hot in the face, not ill but I'm still sick
Me and fine got too lit now all these rappers our sons
I could fuck with the single but really y'all are all bums
And no label gon' fuck with you, but no label gon' fuck with me so really I'm here stuck with you
It sucks it's true but if I'm here then I just gotta play fair
Spread around the love and show you fuckers all that I care
[Bridge: ilysm, Louis Bedroom]
Say something to the people you don't know
AHHHH--

[Verse 2: doin' fine]
Long way from schooldays, I'm on a nice boat
I might go to your boy house and pipe throat
I go surgical now your pockets got lipo
She say my D savage I said I know
I've been seeing haters since I've moved in
All I wanna hear from you is [Knocking sound effect] your food's here
No anxiety but I step out in this new fear
I'm sipping ? with some ?
Write a hit like the young Burt Bacharach
Its OK if I fuck it up 'cause I may bag a rack
Pretty boy look like attack attack
Me and Aether gonna kick it a hacky sack
I slap my dick against a pussy and it sound like a gong
Made a deal without looking I feel like Taeyong
And I'm in these baggy jeans I look like Taeyong
All they could hear outside the whip was backshots and Drake songs (ahh)
It's young Lydia Tár splittin' the bar
I put the weapon on the wrist cos it don't fit in the car
When I'm hitting the dart I'm on a mission to Mars
I was made to fuck your bitch it was written in stars
Pus-
[Outro: doin' fine]
I am Usher