SpongeBob SquarePants — Whole Lotta Money Remix

(Verse 1:SpongeBob SquarePants) I ran out the city like Casablanca I really have to go so hasta mañana The limo come in all yellow just like a banana I'm chilling in the sun while I’m drinking my Fanta If you don't want a fight fight,you should have never put your fucking hands up Haters are mad that I went back to my old sound I smack your bitch up like I'm Chris Brown I don’t go across the world,I go around Wait,pause for a minute I didn't mean for my bitch ass to be offensive I am a quarterback,but I play like I'm on defense I listened to your song and it made no sense Stop all that nonsense You bitches need to use common sense This song cost me like six cents (Verse 2:Mista Krab$) It's a whole lotta money that I like We both brought this song a new vibe Playing games with me,Counter Strike Twin Glocks,Mike and Ike I'mma end it right here. Sike! I'm going harder than ever When are you getting your money back? Never! I'm fucking your bitch and I'm making her wetter I got different songs for different types of weather I don’t freestyle at a given time,I do it whenever Fuck everybody in the room I’m like Metro Boomin the way I make it boom Before you cross ties,you should tie your shoes All this damn money,I can smell it Well back to SpongeBob,go tell them! (Verse 3:SpongeBob SquarePants & Young Ace) I smoke these opps like cigarettes You're the person I’ll never forget Ay,shoutout to Sponge Gang. (Sponge gang) We doing our thang With the Choppa,let it bang It's a whole lotta money that Crabs likes Pull up on you with no strap like a- Hold on. Pause on that I called him Rick Ross because he fat She gave me her children,now I'm the dad You're pathetic,never forget it She talked about her WAP and I’m tryna wet it Racks on me like some lettuce Yeah you never met us And you never will. (You won't!) (Verse 4:SpongeBob SquarePants) If you don't wanna get cancelled,don't go on Twitter I spend most of my days in the shitter I trained my homies like Master Splinter It's so damn cold in the winter If I beef with anyone,I'm the winner Had to get all these racks by my lonely R.I.P. to Speaker Knockerz I might smash your daughter Yeah I'm chill,but on the mic I'm a monster You barely even know me How low can I go? I don't even know Yeah,this low (Verse 5:SpongeBob SquarePants) I was fucking around in the studio We ran out of soda,so I'm taking shots of Don Julio I'm not usually this dumb,but on this flow I feel stupid though You all are still waiting for the album and yet you call me a goat Waiting for the album will put you in freeze mode The IRS is taxing Son of Poseidon like Percy Jackson On this beat I'm snapping In my raps,I'm never capping You not bad,you just need practice