[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just got hit with a fifty-K tax bill
Three hundred racks in a year, how does that feel?
Bitch, I'm feeling great (I'm feeling great)
My pockets straight (My pockets straight)
I made some MP3s and opened up the gate (We opened up the gate)
I just got hit with a fifty-K tax bill
Three hundred racks in a year, how does that feel?
Bitch, I'm feeling great (I'm feeling great)
My pockets straight (My pockets straight)
I made some MP3s and opened up the gate (Woah, woah, woah)

[Verse]
Go tell the IRS to suck my fucking dick, I sent that payment out
Postman Pat, bitch, I had to take the paper route
Hoes, in fact, only love you when you make it out
"Who's that fat white kid named Martyr? His shit harder"
But bitch, I'm taken now
Mama said, "Don't you trust a thot that ain't gon' work for shit"
Mama said, "Fuck these hoes, go get that bread, you earned it, kid"
Bought some houses out the cul-de-sac, fuck who said two tone it back
Meals up on the table, that's the deal that made her heart attack
More, I feel the G.O.A.T., but you know I need more
We got money by the boat, but you know I need more
I got diamonds on my throat, but you know I need more
This is the human condition
[Chorus]
I just got hit with a fifty-K tax bill
Three hundred racks in a year, how does that feel?
Bitch, I'm feeling great (I'm feeling great)
My pockets straight (My pockets straight)
I made some MP3s and opened up the gate (We opened up the gate)
I just got hit with a fifty-K tax bill
Three hundred racks in a year, how does that feel?
Bitch, I'm feeling great (I'm feeling great)
My pockets straight (My pockets straight)
I made some MP3s and opened up the gate (Woah, woah, yeah)