Aliens in Suits - Strange U

Money in the bank

Aliens in suits own the money in your bank

As they phone home to the mothership

Five bar coverage, I received the call like «fuck a bitch,»

I boast, barely under clothes

The brain got sweet, putting jelly up the nose

I was absent, on the UFO sipping absinthe

Orion slave girl lust stricken on the mattress

(Oh my God!) This is so pathetic

Had to tell green-skin «Listen y’all, forget it!»

Resuming the original, planet dropping basslines

Hit the red button, trying to get me on the FaceTime

See a brother get strong/strung

In a secret location, dropping n-bombs

I’m not in the club, I am on Nibiru

Looking at the sky, like «Planet Earth, I see you!»

Well dressed aliens swimming in your money

Keep — keep bouncing…

Yo, money in your pockets

Aliens in suits own the money in your pockets

Shake a tail feather to this, but remember

Your head is on a stick January to December

(Remember, remember)

I’m a king, where’s my crown at?

My super-large Ego is the ocean I’ll drown at

Until then, kneel before God

Pledge allegiance, kneel before Zod (Now!)

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a Xenomorph

Are you entertained?

Observe while I teleport!

Get the door when opportunity knocks

Haters gonna hate, tell 'em shoot me in the crotch

I don’t give a fuck, here’s a black dick to suck

I was somewhere else chilling putting drinks in a cup

Being awesome, but it weren’t me up in the foursome

Applaud him!

Well dressed aliens swimming in your money

Keep — keep bouncing…

Yo, money on your mind

Aliens in suits putting money on your mind

Wish you had money in your hand, not your mind

Feel the heat, only thing that’s getting tanned is your hide

Oh my goodness, what the hell is happening?

Planets in alignment, telling him to rap again

Grab the pen, write me a universe

Rapid fire like shots from an Uzi burst

Choose me first, I bring the chastising

You seem gassed, maybe a gas giant?

Saturn and Jupiter, Neptune, Uranus

Surf slang troubadour, back off, hiatus

He took a break beat before he fell off

But he returned like «give us some money,» Bob Geldof!

Imbecile, still fathoming the bass

Couldn’t feel the funk if it slapped them in the face!

Well dressed aliens swimming in your money

Keep — keep bouncing…