Old Fat Crook

Oh yeah, I know that old fat crook
He's the big cigar whiskey bottle hand in cunt without asking type
But he sure does know how to make money

The light outside is buried
In a mango shade of disdain
And for all of my life I've thrown money at problems
And they seem to go away
Old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook

I'm old and I don't like getting old
He's gonna get you
I like chess, I like using my brain, I like making money
And I like using my money
I like using my money on women
I like using my money on death
I like using my money to make more money
Mango shade of disdain

You can go ahead and say it
Because it warms my heart when you say it with hatred
I'm the old fat crook, yes, I am
You're a pawn on the table, yes you are
I'm the watching the world through a mango shade of disdain
I'm playing all of the games

Yeah, I know the old fat crook
I used to work with that son of a bitch

I'm the old fat crook
I got money and pussy and drugs on my mind
And I'll get all of them in due time
And I wanna make you happy girl, like you were at the start
But don't you make me raise a finger cause
Cause, cause I throw my money at problem and they go away
That's how I make you stay
Money, solve the problems
Make her stay
That's how I play the game

Anyway, he's just about finished, I heard some cop is nailing his wife or something
Disgraceful, he never even got past the one million mark
Anyway, I took care of that other thing so I'll see you at the country club on Sunday
Yeah, we can go golfing, just don't bring the wife