Beans - Chilly Gonzales

I count beans with a calculator

I’m busy now, can I call you later?

I stack beans into a mountain

I’m busy now, I’m still counting

Chazilly Gonzizzle make it drizzle and my initials

Monogrammed on my weave bag, it’s official

Same old racket, new tax bracket

My life’s an expensive movie, I’m back lit

And after countless sequels I’m still the opposite of peaceful

The opposite of Swiss people

And when the beans talk I hear the echo

Speaking to me in the voice of Mr. Gordon Gecko

I got some beans but I want some more

And the French don’t have a word for entrepreneur

They’re into status, seduction addicts

They don’t care whose bean sack is the fattest

In fact they seem pissed if a rich man’s in their midst

'Cause they think musicians must be socialists

Sorry, I apologize

I guess I’m an ass man, I love big bottom lines

I’m not a has bean, but I has beans

That means being beanless is a bad dream

Woke up this morning, I was all sweaty

Like my name was Tom, have I become petty?

Don’t wanna be a broken joke and unemployed

Where is the joy for this poor little rich boy?

Don’t wanna be a broken joke and unemployed

Where is the joy for this poor little rich boy?

I can’t sleep, I won’t sleep, don’t wanna sleep

I finally fall asleep but in that dream I’m counting more beans

I had a childhood money lust

But thank God dough rises to the upper crust

And the crumbs feed the pigeons, I could see a vision

Made a decision, to be a paid musician I would play in the system

That’s why I never have a shortage

'Cause I don’t snort it like they do in shortage

Business is pleasure if you can afford it

So I pay the weed man same day as the mortgage

I plant seeds and then they blossom

It’s some healthy fracking beans, that’s fracking awesome

I plant seeds and then they blossom

It’s some healthy fracking beans that’s fracking awesome

Right, all work and no play, it sounds silly

But it sure takes a lot of beans to make chilly

On with the show, extravagonzo

Beanaholic call me chilly garbonzo

My money whistle clean, Listerine

If money talks I could never play Mr. Bean

What’s my recipe, I could never spill the beans

Your amounts don’t amount to a hill of beans