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Grapes (Disposable Income) - Garrett Watts, Caleb Hurst, Andrew Siwicki, Bruce Wiegner (Lyrics Desc)

All rights goes to Cool Bug Records and these talented boys 🦗 Lyrics (what I’ve got so far) So apparently I had this like aunt Who passed away who was I guess like very very wealthy And for some reason She left everything to me And like I'm getting bored spending money Like I I spent a billion dollars the other day and it was actually boring I had a dream I bought a yacht So I bought a yacht Then I bought another yacht Now I have two yachts I'm never cold or hot I'm just a guy with two yachts Wait, what? Why'd he buy two- Cause I got that Bruce Wayne money That Lady Crawley loot Got that Willy Wonka drip and a Burberry suit You got that Charlie Bucket bank No capital or rank So here, take a billion or one of my yachts Charlie Bucket is the- like the kid who's- Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Yeah they can't even afford a chocolate bar Bucke- Bank- So it's Charlie bank? Well there's a duality to it Charlie Bucket is the guy who ends up getting- Anyways sorry I don't mean to over explain Rip rollin soarin through the sky (sky) Flyin high like a baldy Help, help I can't stop dancin on loop Like they're playing Vince Guaraldi I got racks and that's facts Take my golden elevator to the top of my stacks I ain't never been a debtor You a loser with no cheddar I was cookin up the beat but then Bruiser made it better (ha) What's that? What ya screamin at me You breakin in and out Like a burglar with acne Don't @ me It’ll stay unread Meanwhile RIP you've been typing on your deathbed Shakin my head shakin my head You oughta call me Peter the great The way I'm makin my bread You poor kid You lookin like you've never been fed And what's worse You have little to no cred You bone head I got money I got god money I got stacks so high That it ain't even funny Net worth is infinity I am the epitome of Disposable income I got money I got god money I got stacks so high That it ain't even funny Net worth is infinity I am the epitome of Disposable income You went Southwest, back row, middle seat, oh no I got espresso Martinis on a net jet Call me Mr. To Do List The way I get the check, check, check, check, checks Your year’s salary I just blew that on some truffle pasta I aint even finished Call me Erewhon Cafe The way I got the spinach You can't do nothin Need to call for help (help me) Your back hurt from grabbing bottles off the bottom shelf Only wine in my system is that Napa Valley grapes Took your girl to Rockefeller Holdin hands while we skatin No room in the safe I deposit what I make (why?) I make so much money it's confusing to the bank (what the hell) Park City wit your girl on the ski slopes Shush shushin Messed with scrub and shoot us in your bushes (hahaha) Just found a check in my cushion It's your life savings Bank statements crazy My C. P. A.s need vacations I should confuse you (huh?) I'm not like most (like most like most) I am spooky I pull up in that ghost I've got got money I got stacks so high yeah Oh you won't believe oh yeah I got stacks and racks and racks and racks so high Hahahahaha I told you bro! (I told you!) Wait did I- did I do something