Spank Rock Follow

Let's make this money like Olsons
Well, more like Big or Orson Welles
Real nigger with stories to tell
106 got souls for sale

Hasids on my kosher dill
I took New York like Cloverfield
Now I want to go west
(Like Kanye?)

I was thinking more Cornell
Groupies throw their goodies like
Pennies down the wishing well

Think they know me 'cause they saw me
With my dick out in the Sofitel
Bless my mic and hold it well
Bitch come be my Vicki Vale

The only PG thing 'bout me is Tofer
Fuck the world for real
How hip hop dying, I ain't lying stiff
Though I've been sick for years

These niggers just don't wanna take it there
Stop for a few years just to make it fair
But why when I got 'em up in the club
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Who's got the keys to my car?
I don't know, I don't know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know

Take my picture
I make it rain till the soil gets richer
Till the seeds rupture and reach their
Bloom and flaunt their features

You ain't no star
We don't really care who you are
Just two tits out a bra
Just two lips on my balls

Boo bitch, you stripped for a blog?
Everybody wants to get into
A scene to be seen

Don't want to contribute
All for themselves
Won't pay tribute

Me? I'm too strong
You need to dilute
I see you
You roll on through

Go save yourself
Can't save me too
Repent at the gates but until I do
I'ma do me, you go and do you

I want to see how far
Go till the road gets dark
Chasing the lines on tar
Till I am where you are

Who's got the keys to my car?
I don't know, I don't know
I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know