Hey, what’s going on, everyone?
It’s Garlic Lopez here and I’m just standing here next to my Ferrari
But you know what’s more important than Ferraris?
I’m gonna tell you right now: Garlic, all right?
Let me get you a little tip right now:
Take all your money; take all your stocks; and buy Garlic, all right?
[Intro]
(Uh)
(Garlic, garlic)
(That’s my, that’s my favourite seasoning)
[Chorus ×2]
My bread, my bread
My rig, my rig
I do my thing
I’m rich, I’m rich
[Verse 1]
Who the f*ck is this that be making coin me-mes?
I just set the rig for a bit of meta melée
b*tch, get the f*ck up off my willy
I be spending Garlic; I got all the b*tches jelly (jelly)
I just made a milli of a penny; now I’m rich
I don’t need a f*cking season; I put garlic on my fish
I got garlic on my wrist
I put garlic on your b*tch
I don’t need no f*cking money; I got garlic diced in mince
[Chorus ×2]
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I’m taking Garlic, talking with that garlic breath (stank)
Garlic is the god; I do what the Garlic says (do it)
I plant the garlic, grow the garlic, then I harvest it
I am the Garlic, hold the Garlic, ’come a part of it
If Garlic was a hoe, then I’d get that garlic touché
Spread the garlic legs and I eat that garlic pus*y
Don’t know what to do with all this money; that’s the Garlic’s fault
Eating all this money salad then I use my garlic salt
[Chorus ×2]
(I do my thing. I’m rich, I’m rich) ×4