Bandit Chicken P

[Intro]
Get to talkin' 'bout this money shit, they don't understand me
Better than my granny, I can help my granny
Yeah, ayy
Bitch, I'm really up, ayy
Get to talkin' 'bout this money shit
Get to talkin' 'bout this money shit, huh

[Chorus]
I get to talkin' 'bout this money shit, they ain't gon' understand me, huh
You niggas broke, I'm really up, go on and add me
I cook better than my granny, richest nigga in my family
Mama asked why I got all these bands on 'cause I'm a bandit

[Verse 1]
Yeah, cross a nigga ass, roll on 'em, I got handles
I don't lift no weights, bitch, I use Arm & Hammer, huh
Brrt 'til it jam, I'ma throw it in the the damn counter
Frrt, bet, broke bitch can't get a band out me, huh
I'ma hit that pussy good, go tell yo' friend 'bout me
This Gallery, I paid two thousand for some bellbottoms
Yo' salary, I spent that shit so I could bail out
Pints, pot or pounds in my paper, all I care about
Probably somewhere in Hawaii, bro, quit askin' 'bout my whereabouts
Yeah, I still be sellin' fire sittin' in the back of Sarah house
New pair of Cartier, I put 'em on, it look like Millhouse
Shh, couple million dollars what my deal about
Huh, I hit the bank, a couple forms to fill out
This shit for real, boy, I got some paper they gon' kill 'bout