[Intro]

Uh, what?

What? What? What?

I'm a large pink cunt

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]

They wanna see a man do the God shit

Narcotics if you wanna get nauseous (Uh-huh)

Pink Guy dancin' like a clown

Keep laughin', lil' cunt, I got money on the down-low

Y'all think this about my feelings?

They still think this about my feelings?

Like Big Bird or Steve from the Blue's Clues

When the sun go down, she go down, too (Yuh)

Ridin' around with a bump and a pound, too

If you wanna leave a voicemail, hit the pound two

I got money out the orifice

I buy your girl Louis bag, shit's glorious (Oh)

I'm not a hero or a role model

I'ma spray your moms and your girl, no nozzle

Drinkin' red wine out of Gatorade bottles

If you can't keep up, then pull off to the bottom, kid (Uh)

They say I'm an elitist

Like I'm better than the bunch, uh, duh, nice hunch, cunts

When the sun go down, I'm a fiend

When the sun go down, I'm a monster

When the sun go down, I'm sippin' lean

When the sun go down, I hope it never come up (Yup)

Young boy with the trash talk

Run your little mouth, find it sittin' on the asphalt

I know you tryna be me, I don't have a doubt

I can't answer at the moment, I got pussy in my mouth

My mouth, pussy in my face

Depending on the nationality, I get a different taste (Yuh)

Y'all really think I'm out here having hard times

I got seventeen jobs, this one's part-time (7-Eleven!)

Suck a dick and a ball sack

Poppin' more pills than the moms in the cul-de-sac

Fuck her good on the couch while your dad's gone

Poke holes in her face, jack-o'-lantern (Hahaha)

She like how the leather feels

She really like that I rejected several record deals

She said "Why?", I said "The money wasn't good enough"

She said "Ooh, wow, you really know your stuff"

Yeah, I do, bitch

I don't need a fucking marketing team tryna blow my shit

I'm not a fuckin' vlog cunt with a lot of chicks

Tryna buy an autobiography about my dick

(Whoops) Fuck that

I work hard for my shit, y'all boys are just fuckin' whack

I'm the only one who cares about the process

I'm the only one who fuckin' with the progress

I'm the only one who made it with no middle man (I don't care about this song anymore)

[Chorus]

How ya like that? How ya-how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

How ya like that? How ya-how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash (It's yo' favourite pink cunt!)

How ya like that? How ya-how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

How ya like that? How ya-how ya like that?

I got money on my back, I don't need your fuckin' cash

[Outro]

Yo, yo, shout out, shout out to Steve from Blue's Clues

Go, go find those clues, man

Heh, go, go, go, find those clues, man

Pink Season coming soon