Banana Man Lyrics

Wake up in the morning, get ready to go get a bag Yeah, cause I need every single dollar

Still rockin' blue, but on the way to white collar

Need me a sugar mama, bout to slide on Madonna

Tryna get a prezzy on my wrist, ain't talkin no Obama

She a thotty, get a four for five, no Benihanas

Fuck smokin' Newports, nigga smokin' marijuana

Yeah, I'm bout to go to fuckin' Zaza land

Silly ass niggas call y'all Banana Man

I wonder how long it's gon' take me just to make a band

Ain't no Bob the Builder, but I'm the man with the plan

Gotta get on the hustle, gotta get on the grind

Money don't stop for nobody, I can't waste no time

See them on the hustle, but call them lazy is you fuckin' blind

Saw a nigga take some fuckin' acid and he lost his mind

Rappin' shit fun, but I'm makin' funds, so I bust a rhyme

Yeah, I be makin' money

I hop on the fuckin beat like I'm Bugs Bunny

Smokin' on some good-ass runts, they sticky like some forest honey

I tried to knock a nigga out, I hit him in his fuckin' tummy

Yeah, fatal blow caused by a liver shot

I'm up in the stu, spittin' flames, yeah, it's gettin' hot

I'm tryin' to get to seven figures, gotta stick to the plot

I'm a chef, cookin' up, whippin' in the pot

Had so much pape a caucus thought I sold crack

I was only eight when I took a puff from a black

It is what it is, I'ma leave it at that

I just ate a magic brownie, now I want some fuckin' snacks

Call me the cookie monster

Y'all niggas smooth brain as hell, gettin' dumber and dumber

Yeah, y'all need to increase that IQ I'm allergic to bummy niggas, I sneeze, ahchoo