Let's make this money like Olsons
Well, more like Big or Orson Welles
Real !@$@ with stories to tell

106 got souls for sale
Hasids on my kosher dill
I took New York like Cloverfield

Now I want to go west (Like Kanye?)
I was thinking more Cornell
Groupies throw their goodies like

Pennies down the wishing well
Think they know me cause they saw me
With my dick out in the Sofitel

Bless my mic and hold it well
(*##$ come be my Vicki Vale
The only PG thing 'bout me is Tofer

$#&@ the world for real
How hip hop dying
I ain't lying stiff

Though I've been sick for years
These !@$@s just don't wanna take it there
Stop for a few years just to make it fair

But why when I got 'em up in the club
Like yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah


(Santigold)
Who's got the keys to my car
I don't know, I don't know

I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know


Take my picture
I make it rain till the soil gets richer
Till the seeds rupture and reach their

Bloom and flaunt their features
You ain't no star
We don't really care who you are

Just two tits out a bra
Just two lips on my balls
Boo (*##$ you stripped for a blog?

Everybody wants to get into
A scene to be seen
Don't want to contribute

All for themselves
Won't pay tribute
Me? I'm too strong

You need to dilute
I see you
You roll on through

Go save yourself
Can't save me too
Repent at the gates but until I do

I'ma do me, you go and do you

(Santigold)

I want to see how far
Go till the road gets dark
Chasing the lines on tar

Till I am where you are
Who's got the keys to my car
I don't know, I don't know

I want to be where you are
I know, I know, I know