50k lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I just got hit with a fifty-K tax bill
Three hundred racks in a year, how does that feel?
b*tch, 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?
b*tch, 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 f*cking di*k, I sent that payment out
Postman Pat, b*tch, 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 sh*t harder"
But b*tch, I'm taken now
Mama said, "Don't you trust a thot that ain't gon' work for sh*t"
Mama said, "f*ck these hoes, go get that bread, you earned it, kid"
Bought some houses out the cul-de-sac, f*ck 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?
b*tch, 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?
b*tch, 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)