Profit

Yep, yep, yep, bitch I'm all about my (profit)
 Yep, yep, yep, don't even try to count my (profit)
 Yep, yep, yep, so stay the fuck up out my (profit)
 Yep, yep, yep, yep, yeah
 I got my buddies on the corner, in the back of the club with a sack
 And they rolling up a jointer, smoking that country stash
 You ain't never seen a bull rider bumping UGK
 Nah homie, you ain't never seen that
 Fuck it, [?]
 Like a bucket seat
 Hip hop make em all lean back
 Make a ping pong ball jealous of the bounce
 Chevrolet sitting tall like a cloud
 Yeah, pick another trailer park girl up
 Dirty blonde digger, ding dong, get out
 Yeah, Imma let the lid out, fuck puffing in this jar, lightning bug
 Southern hospitality, but I hospitalize you cause I'm nice enough
 To spot a punk like a homophobic
 I'm on it, my opponents know it
 Get your money up D-boy
 I ain't a D-boy, but my folks they grow it
 Done clipped the bud and done sold it
 I been sipping Bud, you ain't noticed?
 I'm in the bible belt like a church, in the lobby
 With an offering tray for that profit
 Let me get started
 Targeting artists, ain't no dodging em, lodging them
 Cause they fraudulous, yeah, my ho might been sporting shit
 No tours and shit, no super Nintendo, but I got cartridges
 Cartman shit, working my big old tool like I know carpentry
 Pardon me it's the, nigga you know me, the hottest commodity
 Probably catch me posted at penny province in poverty
 Cause they copping it, stopping me, nope
 No [?] copping me, nope
 P O T B E L L, why the hell they riding my tail?
 I'll slow it down a minute (what?)
 Cause I ain't been around a minute
 These niggas feeling themselves cause I let em borrow the crown a minute
 And I'll admit I get beside myself sometimes
 Only cause I know I got dope rhymes
 And my punch lines will fuck wit yo mind
 I'm bucking, bout my
 I am a real Slumerican
 Told Yelawolf he can swear me in
 I got a heavy double barrel in my box Chevy
 When my album drop, everybody scared again
 And I'm prepared to win at all costs
 Y'all talk a lot of shit, tryna tear my skin
 And rumor has it I'm crazy, I need to see a therapist
 Well if the shoe fits, fuck it Imma wear it then
 Cause I'm a go getter, I would swear for ten
 I'm bout to turn up like a sombrero rim
 I'm kinda like a modern day Larry Flynt
 It's Slum shit, baby fuck Katy Perry fans
 I rep Atlanta, I ain't never been to Paris, France
 I switch lanes, crossing over like I'm Jeremy Lin
 You can't admire me, don't let me catch you staring pimp
 I'm like a great white shark in this aquarium
 When I was young, I knew kids out caroling
 Around the holidays, they were pistol carrying
 In the spare, getting paper was imperative
 Reaching in my pocket, only thing there was lint
 Well I compare with then, don't want to spare a cent
 We suited up in all black, in a pair of tens
 I ran up in a local baller's house, I lay it down
 Motherfucker, show me where it is
 I'm bout to take that profit