Pink Panther
It's that... Pink Panther shit
I just finished off the handle
I be right like light bulbs
You be like some candles
Swear I feel like Jesus walking, feel it in my sandals
One tap, head-shot, and like I got a vandal
I gotta stop at the reference
I don't like to party, no, that isn't my preference
Stacking all the bands, and I'm not showing difference
So if you want some help, you better pray to the reverends
'Cause the help you need is something bigger
I swear that this year my net-worth crossing eight figures
That's 10 milli' just some shit you can't imagine
All because I hopped up on the internet spazzin'
It's the fans who made me
I fucking love my job, yeah this shit is my baby
And I've been workin' hard, I don't know about lazy
I'm only doin' shit if they talk about paying me
Um, I just had a little bit of a Kanye moment
Shout out to all of my teachers that always said that
The internet was a waste of time, you know,
And I was, I was never gonna do anything with it
I'm not saying you were wrong,
I'm just saying that you do look a little stupid right now
Like uh... a small, tiny amount
Yeah, I'm not sayin' I had no support
But most adults, they were wishing I was playing sports
Nothing wrong with that shit, but it just wasn't me
Havin' lot of doubters, yeah, did a lot to humble me
Even my dad was one of 'em
You'll think I'll never make it
Now I'm finally showing him
I pay off their retirement, like I was the chosen one
Can't wait to be a dad
Swear I'm raising a golden one
At Christmas, told my dad I made a milli'
He looked at me like I was stupid and just talkin' silly
Whipped out the phone and pulled up the account
He had to take a fucking moment with those commas to count
(Cha-ching!)
So if you got a dream, you gotta follow it through
Or you'll be full of regret for shit you didn't pursue
And that's the worst type of pain
And I don't want you to lose
So just do what makes you happy
And then stack all the loot
I'm gonna take care of everyone in my family,
Everybody I care about, alright,
And if uh... you're not a fan of that
Well... uh... too damn bad!
I just finished off the handle
I be right like light bulbs
You be like some candles
Swear I feel like Jesus walking, feel it in my sandals
One tap, head-shot, and like I got a vandal
I gotta stop at the reference
I don't like to party, no, that isn't my preference
Stacking all the bands, and I'm not showing difference
So if you want some help, you better pray to the reverends
'Cause the help you need is something bigger
I swear that this year my net-worth crossing eight figures
That's 10 milli' just some shit you can't imagine
All because I hopped up on the internet spazzin'
It's the fans who made me
I fucking love my job, yeah this shit is my baby
And I've been workin' hard, I don't know about lazy
I'm only doin' shit if they talk about paying me
Um, I just had a little bit of a Kanye moment
Shout out to all of my teachers that always said that
The internet was a waste of time, you know,
And I was, I was never gonna do anything with it
I'm not saying you were wrong,
I'm just saying that you do look a little stupid right now
Like uh... a small, tiny amount
Yeah, I'm not sayin' I had no support
But most adults, they were wishing I was playing sports
Nothing wrong with that shit, but it just wasn't me
Havin' lot of doubters, yeah, did a lot to humble me
Even my dad was one of 'em
You'll think I'll never make it
Now I'm finally showing him
I pay off their retirement, like I was the chosen one
Can't wait to be a dad
Swear I'm raising a golden one
At Christmas, told my dad I made a milli'
He looked at me like I was stupid and just talkin' silly
Whipped out the phone and pulled up the account
He had to take a fucking moment with those commas to count
(Cha-ching!)
So if you got a dream, you gotta follow it through
Or you'll be full of regret for shit you didn't pursue
And that's the worst type of pain
And I don't want you to lose
So just do what makes you happy
And then stack all the loot
I'm gonna take care of everyone in my family,
Everybody I care about, alright,
And if uh... you're not a fan of that
Well... uh... too damn bad!
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Nicola Mancini
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