I got a gut like Santa, I only drink Fanta, I got kids in St. Louis, Detroit and Atlanta, stop all your chatta' it aint gonna matta' I spend cash like Bruce Wayne big d**k like Bruce Banna'. Balls to my knees you can touch em' if you please, I got bitches jumpin' on em' like thier god damn fleas. Stop the press I need to digest, it's only a matter of time before I start to impress.
