Mazel tov to the gang Living far from the lames Living out in the hills Jewish guy pay my bills Jewish nigga pay my tax Over five hundred racks Uncle Sam need a slap My new accountant need a dap My new bitch need a bag Who me? Huh Laugh Bitch you better save your money Get creative with the paper like arts and crafts Bitch I’m arching backs Nigga I’m architect Nigga I built this house all by myself Bitch where was you at? You was standing in the back You was sitting on another nigga lap Taking pics duck face quack quack You was never in the trap You was living in a dorm room Never ever strapped, Jansport backpack Matter Fact you was wack Wasn't you, you was hacked Had bricks, you was Shaq Lil’ nigga fall back You cap cap cap cap Aye! My mom is my newest accountant She busy counting my thousands I lost a lot of money that was a downer Whole fam in position of power Put riches in the community and we started fixing the product Stepping on the scene with a couple of bands Three hoes like I’m santa Turn a Jacob to a dentist My money Stormi Make it rain like Kylie Jenner When I’m on the mic And I spit that rap Imma kill the track ASAP I put New York on my back Tesla cyber truck up on the dash Hundred bitches badder than Stacey Dash They getting mad I’m the lord I hear all the chat They call on me but I don’t call them back I bark like a Que while you kappa cap A-K-A with the AK she ratatat tat tat