Oralle
Mama's talkin' to me
The earth is coming to an end
And I'm makin' lots of money
You even know Boy George is on heroin
Lots of money, lots of muthafuckin' money
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Gonna tie his pecker to a tree
Rick James is in the crack house
My daddy, he disowned me
Lots of money, lots of money, lots of money
Dun nun nun
I'm so bloody rich
If people think I'm funny
Are you talking pesos?
And all that shit ha ha ha ha ha ha
Get your boogie on
It don't bother me
And I don't give a damn
Try to tell me how to live
Oralle
Dun nun nun
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree, to a tree
As long as I have my bitch
For me, hee hee, hoh hoh
And acting like a queen
Let's bring it back one more time, Jonathan
Get your groove on
He caught me in the bathroom
The bomb is a fuckin' in the house
'Cause my head is like a sieve
I own shopping centers
But I don't listen to her
Oh and my fly gear
I get rich, ha ha ha ha ha ha
We don't give a fuck
More groovin', slow that shit down crazy slow
Loco, ooh ah, gimme some
Dun nun nun
And parking lots and stars
I own you, ha, you too, you three
'Cause I wear my sisters clothes
Money, kaching kaching
My basketball coach
Come on Death, right here, slow, ah
Go Head
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ah, ha, ha, ha
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
'Cause I'm a big rock star
With a pair of pantyhose
Don't give a fuck, break it out
For wearing high heel sneakers
Jonathan on them drums, getting ever slower
Money, money, money, money
Songwriters: Thomas Chong, Gaye Delorme, Richard Marin
I'm fuckin' paying, that's all that matters
Publisher: INDIA MUSIC INK
He done kick me off the team
Gonna tie my pecker to a tree