The Pope Rap Trevor Moore (Ft. Whitest Kids U' Know)

Make Money, Make, Make, Money
Make Money, Make, Make, Money
Make Money, Make, Make, Money
I'm the mother Fucking Pope
And I make, I make Money

I've got a house made of gold
And a city to match
Bullet-proof when I roll
So don't play me like that
Priceless art where I pee
My loo's a louvre like that
Got your country's GDP
In the jewels on my hat
Hustler of all hustlers
Wanna see the proof?
Greatest artist of all time
I got him painting my roof
And for a low low price I'll let you come and see
Just exit through the gift shop as you go to leave
We accept all credit cards if you've no cash today
Put a couple pope bobble-heads on lay-away
Buy as much as you want
Buy as much as you're able
Just don't let Jesus in
Cause he'll start flipping tables