I Pay My Taxes (You Can't Talk To Me Like I'm A Dickhead)

[Verse 1] The problem with money is that it runs out I wish they wouldn’t send letters because it’s bad for the planet I never open them, why would I fuck up my day that way? Instead I let em pile up like jenga I’m on the end of the phone and bro she’s letting me have it Saying I’m never at home coming in hammered I’ve had it Don’t you know I got trips to take Still this white man telling me step this way I guess it will get bеtter when I’m rich and famous [Chorus] Bredrеn I pay my taxes You can’t talk to me like I’m a dickhead No no no Bredren I pay my taxes And I walk in the crepes I was given No no no [Verse 2] You niggas think it’s a game wanna play streets of rage out here Cos whatever the day we’re getting pocket change It’s all handbags till it’s not, and a good man drops And niggas dig in the scriptures for the right thing to say [Chorus] Bredren I pay my taxes You can’t talk to me like I’m a dickhead No no no Bredren I pay my taxes And I walk in the crepes I was given No no no Bredren I pay my taxes You can’t talk to me like I’m dickhead No no no