I REALLY BE S******* C*******S

[Intro: Big Baller B]

Yeah

What?

Yeah I got that real money

It ain't funny how much money

It's some real money

Yeah

Yo bitch lookin' at me funny

Probably because she ain't really used to this money

I'm a boss, I'm a player

Real fuckin' money maker

Yo bitch know my name is, uhm-

I don't know man, you know what I'm saying?

Ayy, yeah

Imma let my boy Jon take over

[Verse 1: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]

She packed my bags last night, pre-flight (Gat gat gat gat gat gat gat gat)

Zero hour: 9:00 a.m (Hey, whoa)

And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then

High as a kite by then (Yeah, tell 'em punk, yeah, uh)

I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife (I miss my wife, bitch)

It's lonely out in space (In space, bitch, yeah yeah yeah)

Who the fuck you think you're fuckin' with

I'm the fuckin' boss

I shoot your son, I shoot your boss

And tell your bitch "get lost"

(On such a timeless flight)

I got the sauce like I'm Lil Squeaky

Yo bitch fly to Tahiki just to fuckin' meet me

She wanted to meet me, wanna eat me like a fuckin' sandwich

And I think it's gonna be a long, long time

'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find

I'm not the man they think I am at home

Ay, yo bitch, she mad because I'm doing damage

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you know that I'm rich as I bitch

And I'm rough on your bitch and I don't give a shit

And I'm smoking the-

Okay, ayy

[Verse 2: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]

I'm a rocket man (I'm a rocket man, gang)

Rocket man (Gang gang, I'll tell you, yeah)

Burning out his fuse up here alone

Fuck you think I'm fuckin' with?

I'm the fuckin' boss, yeah, yeah

Flying out to see me, yeah (And I think it's gonna be a long, long time)

She need me

She's so goddamn needy ('Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find)

I'm so goddamn greedy

I can't just have one bitch (I'm not the man they think I am at home)

I gotta have 'em all (Oh no, no, no)

Like I'm playing Pokémon, yeah they want my balls

I'm a rocket man (Ay ay, ay ay )

Rocket man (Write that down motherfucker)

Burning out his fuse up here alone (Yeah)

It's true, it's true

It's facts, it's facts

I'm playin' Home Access, bitch

You better relax, 'cause, hey

[Verse 3: Eltan Jon, Big Baller B]

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids (Damn, damn, damn hey)

In fact, it's cold as hell (It's cold as hell, like my motherfuckin' heart and soul)

And there's no one there to raise them if you did (No one, damn)

True