MiLLiON DOLLAR MULLET lyrics - RiFF RAFF, Yelawolf & Ronny J

 (Oh, my God, Ronny)

Uh

Million-dollar mullet, I'm talking Ted DiBiase

I'ma disappear and come back with eight watches

AP watches, watch this

Prada Paparazzi

I'ma live my life Miami Vice, Farrah Fawcett

I'ma sip lean

You gon' tattle tale while I slide down Tidwell (uh)

I'ma shine blades like a chef

Conan the Barbarian style jewels on neck

It's the white Wyclef, got a brick on my shelf

And I did it by myself, uh

Bitch you got a complaint? Leave it at the front desk

Shoot a three like Tony Delk

Yeah, my girl brought a girlfriend, made my heart melt

More diamond pointers than a Roosevelt elk, yeah

Mine's crystal clean, your look like skimmed milk

Stop asking all them questions, you gon' wrinkle up my silk, uh

I'm in Shanghai with the top down

Raspberry roger Clemens throwing 90 off the mound

Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers with the sunset hounds

Half a ticket on my neck every time I pop up

Instead of worrying about me you need to get your stocks up, yuh

I'ma three-wheel in a Dolce & Gabbana truck

Look into the mirror and then wipe down all the drama

You got another baby mama while I'm chasing a third comma

Still finding who I am, left hand hologram

Right hand, um, Fruity Pebbles Toucan Sam

Ronny J got the bass kicking, Jean-Claude Van Damme

Aventador hard top hit up Ken Dan Tony

All the way at West palm Lamb

Left hand hold two hundred grand, all cash, uh

Skrt up off the lot and I did the whole dash

Tip Toe to the cellar, the white Mayweather

40K yesterday but it's gon' get better, uh

Orange sapphires that look like sunsets, uh

I'm at Jewel Collect like Johnny quest

Collect call

From who?

Alanis Morissette

Why you ain't been in more movies than Johnny Depp?

Johnny deep, deep pockets, I done flipped so much cheese

Should applied at Johnny rockets, overqualified

Overqualified, hold a lotta ties

In the streets, know a lotta guys, owe a lotta pride

Pink Caprice flexing on 'em like I had a rubber spine

Limping out this bitch like I was rollerskating drunk and blind

Out my way, bitches flashing to us from the balcony

For you she's a mouse, for me a rat, I leave her out my cave

'Bout to say? Ain't no 'bout to say, fuck what you 'bout to say

Me and that HighRoller Jody fuck what you about to say

Catfish, shoulda left me in the creek where you found me

Now you got that river-water on ya from my country county

Mud mouth, that's the LSD hit in a petri dish

Must be 'cause they tripping on my drawl, easel kit

Paint flying out that Krylon can up on the eastern bridge

AM7, Ounze Zilla go back on me, read the list

Go back homie, hating on me, I'm too heavy for them kids

This ain't nothing overnight except for me to do your bitch

Ain't interested, bumblebee, interesting intellect

Infamous pinky ring, Slumerican everything

In the mix Ballers Eve, player spin that kicking tune

Been up in that trunk with 808s since you was still in school

Billy who? Billy's hell, Earnhardt, really Dale?

Running laps on suckers, motherfucker go pick up your mail

The mullet king, mullet king

Catfish

Really though

Joe, Jody HighRoller

Fucking getting it

Fucking getting it

Yeah