Lyrics
Hello!
I feel like Crimson Chin
Hello!
I feel like Crimson Chin
I feel like Crimson Chin these days I feel like him, okay
(Roy Alfonso)
I feel like Crimson Chin these days I feel like him
Writer's block can suck my dick
Don't worry about me motherfucker I'm slick like rick (hard)
The weirdos won
You can't hack me I'm a hacker
You can't sign me I'm a bastard
You can't find me I'm not real
Sober as a bitch
I'm feelin' better now I'm rich
I'm sellin' water to a fish
I'm sellin' features for 50 cents
Shout out to 50 Cent
They call me Johnny Moneybags
They call me Burt BigBackacharach
They call me Steven bucks-a-plenty
I don't wanna rhyme
Back on my funny shit
It's marvelous
I'm in your ear like cartilage
When I get mad start punching shit
It's Billy don't forget the name
In the studio got growing pains
My team in here we poppin' Zyns
6 milligram, going off the dome (going off the dome)
I don't have anything else to say
Fuck it I'm going home (I'm going home)
I'm not a fucking Youtuber
But I am on Youtube (hello)
And I'm on tour
I'm always on tour
They hate me cuz I'm not poor
I'm droppin' hits all damn day
I'm poppin' shit that's all day
Billy been poppin' since Myspace
Billy been poppin' since Napster
Billy been poppin' since Limewire
Let me go faster
I'm not a rapper
The money is what I'm after
The benz outside no capper
I might get a bag
I might cop a jag
I might be a dad dressed in all plaid
I'm just sayin' shit
I'm just sayin' shit
I'm just sayin' shit
I come alive after dark, Jurassic Park
Remember days just pushin' carts
I'm in this bitch
Don't get it twisted
I'm in this bitch gettin' fucking lit
With my gang
With my gang (with my gang)
With my gang
(But I'm not in a gang)
Big
Burt Bacharach
Backachack, backalack
Jaccalat, Jack Black, shout out Jack Black
Alright I'm done