Michael Jackson

Lyrics

[Chorus] Michael Jackson, a million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! [Verse 1: Heems] These rap dads is on some fashion scene shit Skip that shit that I spit to talk about how my jeans fit But I got a clean grip on the game, some mean shit And you seen the team that I spread my green from schemes wit Well it's your boy, like a Queens street Jhumpa Heems the ruler, medulla create the moola And me, I just do the rumba, porque está es la rumba And we, we are the future, Abdullah, see that's my shooter The ruger, he keep it super, duper, Abdul'll shoot ya He'll knock you right out your Supras Knock you right out your Pumas Doctor give you the sutures, Victor is in the cooter In tune with a boo from Hooters, while Dap is on the computer Lakutis the clean up hitter, call him the pooper scooper Alec an Oompa Loompa, re-tutor the school of looters Hakuna matata Pumba, porque está es la rumba Yeah! I'm fucking great at rapping!!! [Chorus] Michael Jackson, a million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! [Verse 2: Kool A.D.] Call me Janet Jackson, I got a hundred dollars I got the jungle fever, run with a hundred zebras I got a leather jacket, I got a little hat on I'm drinking carbonated water by the quarter gallon I got an Eagle Talon, call me Richie Valens Me no speakie spanish, Valium and Caesar salad I'm DJ Khaled, I'm a Daikon radish See me next to sushi sexually, I'll sex your coochie Yeah, extra juicy, electrocute me Fire scientist, MacGuyver my appliances Describe the flyest line in this, I am this, I insist Shout to all the highnesses requiring that I'll buy them shit Yeah, you go girl, it's your world Watching Parenthood on ketamine at the hoterrrrrl Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa... WHAT?! [Chorus] Michael Jackson, a million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! [Verse 3: Heems & Kool A.D.] Kool A.D., you good at rapping! (Yo Hima, you good at rapping!) Yo Victor, you genus Latin! (Yo Hima, you Eric Clapton!) Yo Victor, we going platinum! (Yo Hima, we finna clap 'em!) Kool AD's finna happen! (We see the cream and we grab them) Yo Victor, just let me stab them! (Chill Hima, we in Manhattan) Let's move the static to Staten! (Move the static to Staten?) Let's move this static to Queens! (Damn, you crazy Heems!) Damn, that's very true! (That's how we do!) [Chorus] Michael Jackson, a million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler! Michael Jackson, one million dollars You feel me? Holler!