Kangaroo

Go tell your son
Go tell your son
Go tell your son
Put down the percs
He owes me 50 smackeroos
And if he don't give it up
I'm jumping in his pocket like a kangaroo
No this ain't nothing new

Oh oh
Oh yeah
You better tell your son
Oh oh
Oh yeah
You better tell your son

You got something
Well I don't wanna take it from you
You got nothing
Well I don't wanna break it off
Well I don't think ill make it out alive
But I'll do anything just so I can survive
You got nice lips
Red like a syrah
Thought I was on Cecil B
But I was on Girard
Every time that money coming in
Its a mirage
I feel just like Johnny Drama
With no entourage

Now you gotta
Oh oh
Go go
Go tell your son
Now you gotta
Go go
Go tell your son
Now you gotta
Go go
Go tell your son
Put down the percs
He owes me 50 smackeroos
And if he don't give it up
I'm jumping in his pocket like a kangaroo

Wheres my money oh
You gotta give it to me
Wheres my money
Now before i take it from you

I knew this girl yea she lived on the beach yeah
Her dad's on meth
She got pregnant by 15 yeah
Shes chasing dragons in the basement
Where the owners arent there
I gave her 50 dollars just to get her out of my hair
Oh just to get her out of my hair
Oh just to get her out of my hair

You gotta tell her yeah
Put down the smack
She owe me 50 smackeroos

You got something
Well I don't wanna take it from you
You got nothing
Well I don't wanna break it off
Well I don't think ill make it out alive
But I'll do anything just so I can survive
You got nice lips
Red like a syrah
Thought I was on Cecil B
But I was on Girard
Every time that money coming in
Its a mirage
I feel just like Johnny Drama
With no entourage