[Verse 1: Rob Roy]
Now some of y'all might go on and hate me
At least some folk I know cause when I wrote this y'all was shaky
Or is it shady? Like that ol' lady or buddy
And ain't it something that the root of evil's also money?
Multiply funny
And I'm excited for the world!
While y'all delighted for a night of dancing on a Thurs-day
Or Saturday, whichever way you maybe curve
A snake around a tummy pudgier than a balloon deflated by a spoon
And we can walk out by the brick
Building that I lived for a minute 'fore I left
And focus on the past or blast into the present tense
But if you want to be exact
Then naturally, you'd have to step
Into my shoes- who
Wants some fried food, and maybe cole slaw?
A slice of life-pie to widen up your mind's jaw?
A word for tired dogs lying off the sidewalk of pussy sidetalk
I should emphasize costs .

[Hook: Rob Roy]

Gold, gold and Gucci
I got that

[Verse 2: Rob Roy]
Now listen, a suggestion for gettin up off the couch:
Turn off the television and get in the bathrrom towel
Make some hard decisions while cleaning up in the shower
Then Dry!
Stop fucking with that foolishness that you can get from
Dive barrin' it hard
Starting an argument outside an apartment party
Partially on cars you spent 5 thousand dollars more than I'll spend
Go on and set some goals for when your old
And got some miles in-side you
How you doing? Why you looking tired?
Too much lines of blow
And oh, am I your kind of guy too?
Cool . . . naw, not really, but you'll do
And thank you for the cat who loves to chew my laces like its food
I'm patient, but it's too
Much waiting for you to learn just the basics
Say we do take to making due with a few boos for applause
In lieu of blue balls and blue thoughts that do cost .

[Hook: Rob Roy]

Gold, gold and Gucci
I got that