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MadMike: Champagne in limousines, we’re living the dream
We’re shooting chavs, and bonneting scenes
Cause when the chongaz commit a crime,
the plod don’t arrest us coz they dig our rhymes,
Me and my pops, yeah behind tinted windows,
How many babes are with us, I don’t even know
They’re rolling out red carpets, and the press are getting snaps
Of Mad Mike and brian-kings of alternative rap.

Brian: Premiers, and semiautomatics
Chandiliers, yeah we’re both idiosyncratic,
Our faces populating newspapers and mags,
sexual gestures from broads and old bags,
but me and mike have commitments to our ladies,
so we deny them access to our silver Mercedes,
They’re rolling out red carpets, and the press are getting snaps
Of Mad Mike and brian-kings of alternative rap.

Taste our success, taste our green
We want nothing less, than our faces on the big screen
We’re gambling- our wallets- are full to the brim
With notes, and numbers of sexy women.

Paris Hilton-Ain’t got nothing on us
Bill Clinton-Ain’t got nothing on us
we make 50 cent look like a motherfucking fag
If you’re gonna mess with us, you’ll be leaving in a body bag
Uh

MadMike: V.I.P, backstage passes, chardonnay and magnificent asses
Chonga party welcoming all races and classes,
We got delicious puddings and scrambled eggs,
Hors d’oeuvres, salmon rolls and chicken legs
We got wine for the ladies, drumsticks for cashen,
Bacon for carey, we’re wolfing down like its out of fashion
it comes with being in a successful band,
eat well, drink well, take my advice man,

Brian: Got bikini babes bouncing on our cabin cruiser,
We’re not taking pills, cause drugs are for losers,
Brian’s got his monacle, Brian’s got his shades,
Brian’s just a brotherfudging jack of all trades,
We’re slathering on the anti-sun tan lotion,
cause ginger’s like us burn in the open,
gotta keep an eye on my factor twenty five,
don’t wanna be all shrimpy for X-Factor
LIVE!

Taste our success, taste our green
We want nothing less, than our faces on the big screen
We’re gambling- our wallets- are full to the brim
With notes, and numbers of sexy women.

MadMike & Brian: We’re in the money we’re in the money
Sugar, honey, honey we’re in the money.



Lyrics submitted by DannyLaSombra

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