[Intro - IATG]
I paint it perfect n*gga, I go HARD in the paint
Nah mean? That's why I think I'm Bob Ross
That's cause I go HARD in the paint n*gga
Check this out
[Hook - IATG]
We cop Jordans: you coppin knock offs
Ya'll b*tches cookie dough: ya'll soft
n*gga we heatin up: call us Hot Sauce
And we go hard in the paint: Bob Ross
[Verse 1 - Rimmer]
Money$Team swag, rhyme schemes zag
The paint's white as cocaine
We shooting up motherf*ckers like John Wayne
n*ggas say they this, n*ggas say that
But when they get dissed, they don't know the definition combat
I ain't a saint, swagging so hard, motherf*cker wanna restraint
I'm hard in the paint, put sin in assassin, I'm blasting
Surpassing, put me on a song, I'm everlasting
[Verse 2- Supa Dupa Jesus]
Pick up my piece, call that sh*t a paint brush
Cause I splatter red everywhere like a paint brush
Yeah naked broads everywhere, classical art
Check my wrist b, yellow, Simpson, Bart
Leave my enemies full of scars, Lion King
f*ck Cole son, I’m Simba, The Lion King
Yeah, call me Michelangelo son
Because my art shows you the heavens, biting a gun
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - J-Franks]
Like Bob Ross with an erection, I go hard in the paint
I'm the boss, no exceptions, you look at me like I'm a saint
Drew Brees touchdown, all these other rappers clown
I'm the Superman of this sh*t, ancestors from Cape Town
The Broncos won their division with the help of Jesus
Tebow went to church, said "only Money$Team can please us"
Bob Ross in this b*tch, coloring is amazing
Money$Team got the green, hell yeah, we blazing
[Verse 4 - 6xPlatinum]
Call ya professor
6x in this b*tch, Van Gogh's only successor
Y'all know I got that DaVinci flow
I'm on that Night Watch tip
Harder than an authentic Michaelangelo
Got you screamin' in this b*tch
So much Monet, got scores of Water Lilies
My artwork in a museum, yours hangin' in Chili's
Givin' birth to the Venus
Got your b*tch puttin' her watermark on my p*nis
[Hook]
[Verse 5 - Bob Ross]
I'm the, Picasso of the Money$Team
Hard in the paint, you know my favorite colors green
I paint like Rivera, But I am from America
And I drop bombs, It's looking like Guernica
Harder in the paint, than the dude from Kentucky
And when I go in, even Andrew ain't Lucky
I paint like a psycho, made El Greco get Geico
A pictures worth a 1,000 words, and that ain't a typo
[Verse 6 - IATG]
I use my paintbrush all the time: get b*tches wet
To motherf*ckers with no skills I'm a f*ckin threat
I beat the pussies so hard, I'm takin b*tches to the vet
I get head, I'm blown like Squidward's clarinet
Hard in the paint Bob Ross in this b*tch
Crucify n*ggas and leave 'em on the cross in this b*tch
I'm a long bomber: Randy Moss in this b*tch
f*ck math son, I subtract b*tches bras in this b*tch, b*tch
[Hook]
[Verse 7 - FreeJC]
I'm like Leo DaVinci mixed with Doctor J
I'm like Slim Shady mixed with Dr. Dre
I'm like Chocolate Thunder mixed with Vanilla Ice
Except my cold flow's smoother like it's churned twice
I'm a rap artist so call me Rozay Bob Ross
JC's a top boss and some would say I pop jaws
Ya girl's gets me off cause she can't get off me
You got bologna swag, son you're just a soft G
[Hook]
[Verse 8 - PrettyFlocko]
I be that pretty motherf*cker
Better yet Pretty Flocko
f*ckin' up your b*tch my name is Deuce Bigalow
In other words your b*tch paid me to be a Male Gigolo
Can't stop me like the throne
Find me chillin' at home gettin' dome
Won't stop till her pus*y overthrown
Beat it real good till' it turn to a scone