(Everybody be cool this is a robbery)
(If any of you fucking pigs move)
(And I'll execute every motherfucking last one of you)

Me and Fast got the gats we're out to rob a bank
We got Steve outside carrying a full pack
And everything's cool and everthing's smooth (hey that's smooth)
I walked to the teller I gave her the letter
She gives me the loot with puckered up lips
And a wink that I found cute and I said "Baby baby baby"
Is this some Kharmic-Chi love thing happening here baby or what

By that time Fast tapped me from behind
He said it was time to blow ya know so out the door we go
Back to the ride Steve inside and alive and off we drive
See I hurt my lower lumbar you know we'll never get far
Riding around in a stolen police car
So we dropped it off and piled in a Caddy
Steve was driving 'cause I had to talk to my man about something

(I told you I don't know anything about any fucking set up)
(You can torture me all you want)
(Torture you that's good that's a good idea I like that)

CHORUS:
Running around robbing banks
All wacked off of Scooby Snacks

CHORUS.

Now I don't give a fuck about the hell's gate
Ain't punkin' the crowd man I'm still standing up straight
So we pull these jobs to make a little money
No one gets hurt if they don't act funny

On the way to the yacht we almost got caught
Fast shooting mailbox don't know where the cops is here
They're at the Dunkin Donuts adjacent from the Froman's
Whose mailbox Fast had just exploded
They gave chase but my man Steve's an ace
And we lost those brothers with haste
We cast it off and along we went off Bermuda
To an island resort we rented

(You should understand you need to be cool)
(Are you cool)
(I am cool)

CHORUS. X2

Axamillion morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him
They had platform heels, nose job bills
And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill
Supermodels on my dick, 1 2 3
He said "2 for you, 2 for me"
Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner
Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner

Chorus:
I got supermodels on my dick (3x)

Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news
Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues
Just like gasarama on Avenue B
He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi
He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls
He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world"
You gotta have the love in this fucked up world
You gotta have that sweet, sweet love
That keeps your woman nigh - ooo bop bop shabba
You gotta have that love, for the world
the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha
Shoo be doo bop bop

I got Supermodels on my dick (8x)

Can't you see, can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my dick (repeat to end)