"My Rothschild Niggas" | Real Gangsters & Banksters

I don't know who does this song but um... lyrics below

My Rothschild niggas... LET'S GET THIS MONEY!... [1st Verse]... I spend my day pairin' America overseas Pension for the workers, nigga please Embezzlement etiquette, private settlement I'm better with confederate rhetoric From my mansion in Connecticut Foreclose, evict hoes out of tenement I twist words like a speech impediment I hope you got good credit, bitch If not, better get a new job with benefits While I play golf with niggas I get cheddar with New money buys brand new carats My old money bought your rich grandparents You got grills in your mouth, I ain't mad at ya I own every goldmine in South Africa Thanks, baby, you made me a billion Plus I own a building for each one of my children's children, that's the shit Snort coke in the whip, Miss USA suckin' my dick Yeah, what! Fuck the law cause real jail is for suckas I go to country club prison, you dumb motherfuckers (I am the 1 percent, fuckin' bitch!) [Hook] You know my CEO, corporate steeze, please Overthrow governments overseas in a breeze Politicians in my pockets for a few hundred Gs So if I'm ever in court, my assets will never freeze [2nd Verse] I got a job and a house and a bank account When I'm out, I doubt that's something you can say And if not then I'll fake death like Kenneth Lay Make money everyday the world burns on its axis While y'all struggling to pay taxes I'm getting my money the fastest Memos and faxes, shredded up documents Slush funds through the corrupt continents But they don't want me indicted Cause they don't want my dirty laundry aired when I'd fight it Don't get my lawyers excited Cause what good is a law if you can't rewrite it I got CIA, traitors Dictators, so fuck y'all whistleblowers and haters (SHEEEEEEIIIIITTT!) All of this money from Al-Qaeda In the bank 9/11 widows go to later Capitalism's who I pray to, fuck the state of the world Money talks so what the fuck I need to say to ya girl (I don't pay them to fuck! I pay them to leave!) [Hook 2] You know my CEO, corporate steeze, greed I treat countries like the IMF, down on your knees Real gangstas run the world, fuck what you believe I'll cut down a forest while you niggas burnin' some trees I'll get your family murdered for a couple of Gs Cause your working class money ain't fucking with me You think rappers are rich cause of songs you heard My labels make the money and have them rap the fucking words [3rd Verse] Yacht in the ocean, coastin' with the sails out Hey America, thanks for the bailouts I made off with the Banco Ambrosiano Got away scot-free like Il Vaticano Activists act a bitch, get mad at me Cause of my tax-free charity 80 percent to the staff and company And 20 percent to the homeless and hungry The country gotta pay the Fed Reserve Kick back to the banksters, haven't you learned You protest cops or patrols on the street But I bought city hall so I own the police E-mail, Facebook, and the shit you tweet All the phone companies, so I heard you speakin' My suggestion is your correction No elections, sex with no affection No invention of benefit to world of man Will exist till I got the money in my hand World Bank interest rate damn rape on the spot But I'm gangsta, you gon' take my money like it or not (I got your country in my pocket, motherfucker!) [Hook 3] You know my CEO, masonic steeze, cheese Only little people pay all these taxes and fees Since you were born we control what you watch and you read And pretty soon we're gonna own the fuckin' air that you breathe I take what I want, fucker, I don't have to say please I convince you that it's good for you, take it and leave You think president's are a face of a nation I put 'em all way off, end of the conversation