Money Boy - Mickey D's songtext (lyrics)

I got beef, call me Mickey D's
I'm flipping work, call me Mickey D's
Got coke, call me Mickey D's
Call me Mickey D's
You can call me Mickey D's

I'm getting cash, call me Mickey D's
Making money fast, call me Mickey D's
Making money with my raps, call me Mickey D's
Call me Mickey D's
You can call me Mickey D's

Call me Mickey D's, bitch I'm flipping keys
Tripping on some Es
I got them beans in my True Religion jeans
I'm trippy man, twisted like some curly fries
Can I get a large of the dirty sprite
Preferrably served with ice
Louis, damn, Gucci, damn, lean in my cup
I'm cool as fuck
You can call me Scrooge McDuck
Cause I'm getting to that gwop
Nikki Beach, sipping lean,
If I leave in 3 in the morning
And I know that I balled really hard
Like Mister Clean and
Two chains around my neck, call me 2 Chainz
Money in my duffel bag, boy, call me 2 Chainz
Gucci, Gucci, Prada, Prada, Louis, Louis, H&M
It ain't trickin' if you got it
Bitches treat me like an ATM
Shopping sprees every day
My girl wants some new purses
Know I ain't no churches
But I got birds that you can purchase
You can call me Plives, I got plenty money
And my SWAG is dumb
Like the son of Ralph Wiggum and Kelly Bundy

Call me Mickey D's, call me Chuck E cheese
Call me Magic Johnson, bitch
You don't wanna fuck with me
Haters, what's happening? Go ahead
And suck an AIDS-dick

Faded of the weed, kush in my Swisher Sweets
Can't take my hand out of the
Cooke jar - Mrs Feels
Champagne bottle life, aces of spades
Know it ain't my birthday but
There's cake on my plate
Cake everyday, life is a bakery
Iced out chain
So much ice you can skate on me
Talk about money or shut your face
If you don't talk money, I got ADD
Gucci, Louis V, I'm into plans just like KKP
High every day, pass them Xanax tabs
I shoulda' made more money off that
White girl than Hannah Montana's dad
Me and my drank, call me Dwayne Carter
Swagger 'till it's really, really, really
Dumb - Jake Harper