Make Some Benjamins

Whit Whitman

Lyrics

[Verse]
I'm the Mouth of the South,
A poet and I know it.
Listen close, you'll hear something stoic.

[Verse 2]
You have two options as far as I see,
Wrestle alone or you can fly with me.
And if you fly with me, Which I suggest you choose
I will show you the way and the OVW is yours to lose,


[Chorus]
I've got the plans, you've got the skill,
So listen up, here's the deal.
You've got the looks, I've got the plans,
Let's make us some Benjamins

[Bridge]
Don't mean to gloat, they call me the Goat,
But wait a second, let me clear my throat.

[Verse 3]
I'm the number one manager on this earth,
Been that way since my date of birth.
making moves like a grandmaster,
Mess with us... it's disaster.