Joe Money, like our school we all know you can’t rap
"ladys in my lap", I never seen um, your talkin crap
Now you say you rap about your life and the dollars you get
But you still a broke a** kid, who can’t even drive his car yet
Uh yeah what what uh huh uh huh check it yo check it
Yeah Yo Yo Yo YO Yo Break it down now
So how is your girlfriend, no im not talkin about her sister
She so darn ugly man I mistook her for a mister
I thought it was hilarious how said "girls can’t rap"
Now the taco kicking your a$$, now what can u say bout dat
Joe why don’t you tell them the truth
How you ain’t got money and wear fake grills on your tooth
And while your at, get a real Jobby
After you got fired from the golf course lobby
Im rollin to this flow, and you are lower than da floor
See I can do it, but I don’t sound like a constipated ho