Mickey D’s Money Boy

[Hook]
I got beef, call me Mickey D's
I'm flipping work, call me Mickey D's
Got coke, call me Mickey D's
Call me Mickey D's, you can call me Mickey D's

I'm getting cash, call me Mickey D's
Making money fast, call me Mickey D's
Making money with my raps, call me Mickey D's
Call me Mickey D's, you can call me Mickey D's

[Part 1]
Call me Mickey D's, bitch I'm flipping keys
Tripping on some Es, I got them beans in my True Religion jeans
I'm trippy man, twisted like some curly fries
Can I get a large [?] of the dirty sprite, preferrably served with ice
Louis, damn, Gucci, damn, lean in my cup, I'm cool as fuck
You can call me Scrooge McDuck, cause I'm getting to that gwop
Nikki Beach, sipping lean, [?], if I leave in 3 in the morning
And I know that I balled really hard, like Mister Clean and [?]
Two chains around my neck, call me 2 Chainz
Money in my duffel bag, boy, call me 2 Chainz
Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Prada, Louis, Louis, H&M
It ain't trickin' if you got it, bitches treat me like an ATM
Shopping sprees every day, my girl wants some new purses
Know I ain't no churches, but I got birds that you can purchase
You can call me Plives, I got plenty money
And my SWAG is dumb, like the son of Ralph Wiggum and Kelly Bundy