Wicked, wicked, maca!
That's how we stay, that's how we turn
Man, a figure we a hex, a mountain grand
When we a show, we fly go Japan
If that too far, we go Uncle Sam
On the hilltop, we a be out some land
You know we drive, we a convertible van
No rug pocket, a strictly money man
Straight AC, no standing fan
Hand on a 14, a the cool white sun
Drinking champagne by the gallon
And if a jewellery, a straight diamond