[Intro]

Yeah

There's no way

There's no way we could pay taxes on all these exotic animals and houses and shit

That's why we own the country

Altered G

[Verse 1]

Yo I dip the bald eagle meat all up in the Ranch dip

It's like I can't miss

Have sex with gold, checkered coat

Never broke, leopard coat

I been altered, G

You wanna reach me, you should call the suite

You should call it a beach, call it a yacht

Matter fact, you should probably call it a drop

I mean the drop-top helicop flyin' to the spot

Extravagant happenin's

Kardashians mowing my grass again

Immaculate castles

Long money like the cash from the [raffles?]

I seen young Prince on that helipad

Smokin' outta smelly bag

I could smell the doubt

I met up with Slouch on a velvet couch

With some elegant gentlemen

Smokin' elephant skeletons

Fuck with the tight boxes, white tuxes, White Russians

I been divin' for plasma diamonds

You cats survivin', I'm giant

Ate a whole shark, ain't ate one since

Cheese bliss with young Prince

Yellow limo with dark tints

Lair full of caged pelicans

Frigidaire full of AIDS medicine, on some altered shit

Titty size that is only in the Spanish alphabet

You know what I'm sayin', you don't know the half of it

I been looking for my next thrill

Chain so chunky I got it on a treadmill

It's oh so real

Suicide doors on the Popemobile

You never want a private jet

I just bought the company that owns Moët

Girls mo' wet

Us getting money 'round here, no sweat

It's Altered G, not Altered H

Preparation, we make no mistakes

Too fly to stop to hate

We got dinosaur milk in our Frosted Flakes

I don't got time for this

I don't got rhymes for this

So high that I'm up on Heaven

All my rhymes ghost-wrote by Jo...

[coughs] Got that manatee bone stuck in my throat there

All my rhymes ghost-wrote by John Lennon

Lennon