#3

They say im god's son but i feel like the jesus of suburbia/ even if youre gods son they still wanna be murkin ya/ mostly cuz they never heard of ya, who are you to them/ i stay standing here, shinning like a pocket full of gems/ got the rags now i need the riches/ keep on moving, time to flip the switches/ now we on go mode/ now we on flow mode/ stack cash, save it up, now we gotta grow old/ hopefully the dough dont grow mold, or other bacteria/ if i had a million dollars i still wouldnt practice santeria/ but my soul will have to wait until then

#2

Number two/ how i do/ shitting on emcees, my style be the doodoo/ budweister true true/ never bunny fu fu/ my crew take it to the maxmillian goof troop/

#1

Ready set/ I've been ready to go, are yall ready yet/ i get the get going/ top down my hair blowing/ but its a half guard all around, so that hair flapping aint showing/ so straight lined up/ whos next? im up/ drinking patron, with my green money, lime cup/ cash stacks rise up/ so keep your eyes up/ party till the dawn i better not see a single dry cup/ keep it all pouring/ the party never boring/ cuz throwing money in the air makes u feel soaring/ flying like an eagle/ packing desert eagles/ who wanna step in the ring? not even shmgeol/