[Skit]
Listen, if we're not doing it for a million
Then I don't want to do it at all
And yes, I have the money to spend
I'm the richest man alive
Hahaha
I knew you'd come around to my way
Pleasure doing business with ya
I have to go
I'm in a rap song

[Verse]
Yo, yo, yo
I'm bougy
Y'all wish that you knew me
Chandelier tears fill these Jacuzzis
Grand ballrooms with the diamond fixtures
Glitz and glamour to blind y'all bitches
I Fed-Ex Tex Mex and pay with checks
Then check on my stock picks to see if they've hit yet
Nope, they just stay dippin'
Sell some silver, 'cause prices are slippin', then bam!
Great Depression Part Two
No more ballrooms, I'm hunting for food
The state has collapsed, infrastructure is failing
A railing falls down, sends my right arm sailin'
*screams* That fuckin' hurts
Bandits drawn by the sound of my screams
Draw their blades to stab me
This is the worst
But not today, uh
I don't delay
Draw all ten pins of my ten grenades
"You'll like being dead!" I tell them all
Then boom, explosion
It's the end of the song