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Lyrics (what I’ve got so far)

So apparently I had this like aunt
Who passed away who was I guess like very very wealthy
And for some reason
She left everything to me
And like I'm getting bored spending money
Like I I spent a billion dollars the other day and it was actually boring
I had a dream I bought a yacht
So I bought a yacht
Then I bought another yacht
Now I have two yachts
I'm never cold or hot
I'm just a guy with two yachts

Wait, what? Why'd he buy two-
Cause I got that Bruce Wayne money
That Lady Crawley loot
Got that Willy Wonka drip and a Burberry suit
You got that Charlie Bucket bank
No capital or rank
So here, take a billion or one of my yachts

Charlie Bucket is the- like the kid who's-
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Yeah they can't even afford a chocolate bar
Bucke- Bank- So it's Charlie bank?
Well there's a duality to it
Charlie Bucket is the guy who ends up getting-
Anyways sorry I don't mean to over explain

Rip rollin soarin through the sky (sky)
Flyin high like a baldy
Help, help I can't stop dancin on loop
Like they're playing Vince Guaraldi
I got racks and that's facts
Take my golden elevator to the top of my stacks
I ain't never been a debtor
You a loser with no cheddar
I was cookin up the beat but then Bruiser made it better (ha)
What's that?
What ya screamin at me
You breakin in and out
Like a burglar with acne
Don't @ me
It’ll stay unread
Meanwhile RIP you've been typing on your deathbed
Shakin my head shakin my head
You oughta call me Peter the great
The way I'm makin my bread
You poor kid
You lookin like you've never been fed
And what's worse
You have little to no cred
You bone head

I got money
I got god money
I got stacks so high
That it ain't even funny
Net worth is infinity
I am the epitome of
Disposable income
I got money
I got god money
I got stacks so high
That it ain't even funny
Net worth is infinity
I am the epitome of
Disposable income

You went Southwest, back row, middle seat, oh no
I got espresso Martinis on a net jet
Call me Mr. To Do List
The way I get the check, check, check, check, checks
Your year’s salary I just blew that on some truffle pasta
I aint even finished
Call me Erewhon Cafe
The way I got the spinach
You can't do nothin
Need to call for help (help me)
Your back hurt from grabbing bottles off the bottom shelf
Only wine in my system is that Napa Valley grapes
Took your girl to Rockefeller
Holdin hands while we skatin
No room in the safe
I deposit what I make (why?)
I make so much money it's confusing to the bank (what the hell)
Park City wit your girl on the ski slopes
Shush shushin
Messed with scrub and shoot us in your bushes (hahaha)

Just found a check in my cushion
It's your life savings
Bank statements crazy
My C. P. A.s need vacations
I should confuse you (huh?)
I'm not like most (like most like most)
I am spooky
I pull up in that ghost

I've got got money
I got stacks so high yeah
Oh you won't believe oh yeah
I got stacks and racks and racks and racks so high
Hahahahaha
I told you bro! (I told you!)
Wait did I- did I do something

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