We ain't selling out the economy, but we ain't letting out the good parts But we ain't bellin' out the bad for robbing me, killin' him That's what's hate for and about, killin' him I'm so proud, we just chillin' him Baby, yellin', yellin', yellin', yellin' out It is Bobby, bitch, we're still in doubt And I feel like a Bobby boy, but I still ain't party boy Baby, I'm ready to burn, but my mind says all I'm pullin' a chair I'm waiting for Johnny to take me out All I want is money, I'm just mad He wants his hat, it's the next gift, and we get planes Hey, I ain't got no money, but we ain't playin' a thrown, child