text: Yeah
  What?
  Yeah I got that real money
  It aint funny how much money
  Its some real money
  Yeah
  Yo bitch lookin at me funny
  Probably because she aint really used to this money
  Im a boss, Im a player
  Real fuckin money maker
  Yo bitch know my name is, uhm-
  I dont know man, you know what Im saying?
  Ayy, yeah
  Imma let my boy Jon take over
  She packed my bags last night, pre-flight 
  Zero hour: 9:00 a.m 
  And Im gonna be high as a kite by then
  High as a kite by then 
  I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife 
  Its lonely out in space 
  Who the fuck you think youre fuckin with
  Im the fuckin boss
  I shoot your son, I shoot your boss
  And tell your bitch get lost 
  I got the sauce like Im Lil Squeaky
  Yo bitch fly to Tahiki just to fuckin meet me
  She wanted to meet me, wanna eat me like a fuckin sandwich
  And I think its gonna be a long, long time
  Til touchdown brings me round again to find
  Im not the man they think I am at home
  Ay, yo bitch, she mad because Im doing damage
  Yeah yeah yeah yeah, you know that Im rich as I bitch
  And Im rough on your bitch and I dont give a shit
  And Im smoking the-
  Okay, ayy
  Im a rocket man 
  Rocket man 
  Burning out his fuse up here alone
  Fuck you think Im fuckin with?
  Im the fuckin boss, yeah, yeah
  Flying out to see me, yeah 
  She need me
  Shes so goddamn needy 
  Im so goddamn greedy
  I cant just have one bitch 
  I gotta have em all 
  Like Im playing Pokémon, yeah they want my balls
  Im a rocket man 
  Rocket man 
  Burning out his fuse up here alone 
  Its true, its true
  Its facts, its facts
  Im playin Home Access, bitch
  You better relax, cause, hey
  Mars aint the kind of place to raise your kids 
  In fact, its cold as hell 
  And theres no one there to raise them if you did 
  True