I got so much cream they call me butter churner.
I got girls in the oven and girls on the back burner.
I get so much props that I got my own soundstage.
I get so much press that I got my own front page.

When I drink, it’s always Cris by the mag-uh-num
When I talk to librarians, you know I’m thinkin’ about bangin’ em,
The wife beater’s white like Snow White on dwarf
Your shit as big as mine? Yo, check the Schwartz!

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How you livin, D? With bitches and money!
How you livin, D? With the flyest of honeys!
How you livin, D? Large like a fat man!
How you livin, D? In a cape like Batman!

All these other rappers got to act overzealous
But I got so much flow I make menstrual cycles jealous
Some haters bite my rhymes and insanely dislike me
You thought I sold you a Bomb Pop last week, but yo, that’s my brother.
(…he look just like me)

I got threads as Fly as my man Jeff Goldblum,
Pickin’ up the honies in Gym and Homeroom,
Waxin’ on the track like my pimp Miyagi,
Daniel-san! Daniel-san! Check the wasabi!

[CHORUS]
How you livin, D? With bitches and money!
How you livin, D? With the flyest of honeys!
How you livin, D? Large like a fat man!
How you livin, D? In a cape like Batman!

Some chicks say that I act with disrespect
But bitches who say that get slapped on the neck,
And smacked in the ass, and kicked in the throat,
And hit in the stomach, and stomped on the floor,
And punched in the eye, and thrown out a window.

Alright, so that last verse got a little outta hand,
But before I’m done here, you GOT to understand,
I’m the best you’ve ever seen, I turn dollar bills green
I have sex for weeks at a time, if you know what I mean.