59.99

[Intro: Mike Shabb & Larenz Tate]
Man, fuck that, I'm selling these motherfuckers for 59.99
Shabbo, yeah

[Verse: Mike Shabb]
Smokin' on your favorite rapper
Niggas fell off 'fore they started, that's snakes and ladders
By any means I make shit happen
Trap spot still got the empty fridge with the Arm & Hammer
I'm MC Hammer with the 3.5" 7, I'm social with the llama (brrrt)
I let karma solve my problems while I fly to the Bahamas
My lil' brodie shot your block up in the hood
Tonight you wonder why it's been a hot boy summer
I feel like Jordan Belfort with the numbers
I need seven of them right before they come, on my mama (On my mama, nigga)
Money over everything, bitch, I do this shit for real while these rappers do to entertain
I don't believe in God, I never end my prayers on the "Amen"
I'm that nigga with the chopstick like I'm Black and Asian
I'm Rod Strickland, bitch, I'm trailblazing (No cap)
Free my crodie in correctional facilities, I told 'em "Stay patient" (Soso)
Nobody know me for real, I keep the real me for myself
I've been doing this shit for years and I ain't need nobody's help (No cap)
Self-made nigga when I'm thumbing through a check
It's just me and Craven, nigga, we don't need nobody else
I'm years ahead of these rap niggas and everybody know
Once I get to that status, I'm making everybody blow
On my dead bro' (dead bro)
To my niggas in the cell qui font leur temps sous dope
My nigga like O...
My nigga like O-Dog he gon' put your ass on prime time, nigga (That's facts, nigga)

[Outro: Mike Shabb]
Man, imma sell these motherfuckas for 59.95, nigga
Fuck that shit, 59.95 (59.95)
59.95, nigga
Plus tax, nigga