Tech N9ne, Viking Barbie - All The Way To the Bank lyrics

I'm a man eater, born leader, diva
Grim reaper, heavy hitter, Derek Jeter
Waving to my haters with just a middle finger
Y'all don't wanna play with me
 I wouldn't either all American dirtbag
White trash off the meter
Flowing back that bass
Twerking in my wife beater
Pussy cleaver, yeah
You know you got the fever
And I'm runnin', runnin'
Runnin' these hoes with my feet up

Look who's laughing now
Look who's laughing now
Bet you shut your mouth
Bet you shut your mouth
Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)
I'm going hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)

I'm a monster, bar sutter
I came to slaughter
Martyr, Joan of Arc, the white Carta
Spittin' magic, Slytherin, I'm Harry Potter
Look like Harley Quinn but no joke
I'm Bane's daughter
Ares incarnate, worship at my altar
Body ethereal like the gods brought her
Elixir de la vida, yeah, that flow water
I'm a giant Goliath
My diamonds are brain harvard

Look who's laughing now
Look who's laughing now
Bet you shut your mouth
Bet you shut your mouth
Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)
I'm going hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)

Seriously though ayy, I get the money and
Then I flip that shit
Can't get it from me, I get a grip that stick
Nobody sicker than us
We gon' deliver enough and clip that bitch
They givin' me more checks
The quicker the flow gets
When I get to rippin'
The bitches wishing to blow Tech
They itching to throw neck
Mission to go fetch like it was a Bowflex
'Cause, I'm a hell of a rhymer
Double time dumping designer
Nobody be coming close to when
I be rippin' the "Speedom"
Keep people behind us
You can find us at the top of the line, bruh
If you wicked then climb up
They really love when the N9ne buss
When I spit
Hit your bitch with the mind kcuf
Heard 'em when they said I'm washed up
Negative niggas always talking stop stuff
But what I had in me was not luck
It was somethin' tellin' me get my guap up
Got up, locked up in the studio
With the killers on the block
Just gettin' hogged up on a lot of pot puffs
And drinkin' hella fuckin' liquor
I'm like a rotgut so look who's laughin'
And look who cashed in
I never be trippin' because of buku bashin'
The buboo rappin', the nuku blastin'
Is another way cuzzin we
Get the soo-woo happenin'
Tecca N9na makin' true chips
Play me then I empty two clips
We do really never do tricks
Countin', laughin' at you bitch

Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)
I'm going hahaha, hahaha, hahaha
Hahaha, all the way to the bank
(All the way to the bank)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
(All the way to the bank) ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha (All the way to the bank)