Letras
Yeah I want
A couple milli in my debit account, and I want
A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want
A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want
Solid gold toilet bowls in my house, yeah
(No, no) No more living with my mom and dad
Now they got a guest room in my balling pad
Got a salt water pool where the dolphin's at
(Hello? Warren Buffet's on the line) Shit, I'll call him back
Can't you see I'm tryna rap here, Mary?
Oh yeah, that's Mary, my full-time secretary
She got no gag reflex, not at all
So uh, y'all can imagine how she got the job
My refrigerator full of champagne
Dresser drawer full of uncut cocaine
Turn my dining room into a fucking arcade
Yeah, that'll be the day
Yeah I want
A couple milli in my debit account, and I want
A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want
A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want
Solid gold toilet bowls in my house
I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah
I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah
I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah
Yeah I want, solid gold toilet bowls in my house
(With the, with the) With the helipad, and a live in chef
His name's Jeff, and he keeps my kitchen fresh
Sautéing mushrooms with a chicken breast
And then we tag team hoes in my private jet
I got exotic pets, they all around me chilling
Stretch hot tub with a thousand women
And a, castle bigger than Bowser lived in
With a secret back room where I count my millions
Got money stacks stashed away
My garage got cars in a vast array
A whole island to myself like Castaway
Yeah, that'll be the day
Yeah I want
A couple milli in my debit account, and I want
A car so foreign it's too hard to pronounce, and I want
A bong so big that I could light up an ounce, yeah I want
Solid gold toilet bowls in my house
I want that good life, yeah, yeah,yeah