I got cash in f*ck you quantities

Now what?

That makes you uncomfortable?

Fuck you and the Range Rover you drove in on

Fuck your Saab convertible

And f*ck your twice weekly trips to the analyst

Stupid mutha f*ck

Fuck the Hamptons

Maine and fly infested south of France

I'm paid asshole

Got more cash than God can count

So why don't you just... die?

Choke to death on your damn designer bagel from Balducci's

Low cholesterol, naturally

Fuck your big ol' Sunday New York Times

Fuck the Wall Street Journal

And News Week

And the lot

Including Nation, Village Voice, Guardian and the rest

Stupid set of privileged mutha fuckers

Think its fashionable to have an alternative view

An alternative view

And fuck, if you can

Your pencil thin

Evian drinking

Calorie counting

Caffeine limiting

Sodium spearing

Nutrasweet sweetening

Rear view mirror preening

Carrot nibbling bunny

Go drown in a lake of Diet Coke, f****r

I got cash, what else matters?

I got cash

Slave

Fuck your fencing and screw your squash, yo!

Piss on your polo and your Pavarotti

Fuck all that s**t you call music and pretend to enjoy

I got cash

Mega cash

Unhappy with that?

Oh, go and sit on your ski rack

Money talks you little p***y

And let your politically correct pals know

That i think you're a d**k also

Neutered asshole

And your idea of multiculturalism

Japanese restaurant on Monday

Indian on Tuesday

And on Wednesday - Caribbean

Not too spicy please

Well

I got stash on stash and it ain't nouveau cash

Money's in my family for generations

My great great great grandfather made the bag

Selling European slaves in Africa

I got cash mutha f****r

And you can't tell whether or not I'm joking, can you?

Dumb f*ck