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Aye, Mr. Squidward, play me something on that clarinet Err, maybe something a little more saucy That's it, Mr. Squidward Cook that shit up, ol' squiddy boy Counting me money Yeah I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next You need to back it up, back it up, bitch, give me some space While you acting up, acting tough, I could blow your face Take that shit to trial, get a lawyer, beat the case You can meet your maker, trying to come for my place Big ol' booties in Fendi Prada and Gucci There's a movie getting shot at the Krab Come through, we're shooting, But we choosy Ain't no ugly friends or girls that smell like sushi Keep your fish at home, bitch, I promise you mean nothing to me Look, tell me why you acting hoe Tell me why you casting stones Tell me why I'm outside ballin' on them while you back at home Bet that I could beat out plankton when it comes to bagging hoes Ain't no pussy on live trashy hoes, though I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next Big ol' sack of stacks and the stick go rata tat Caught him lacking in the trap, bust the doors and take the bag Need your bitch off of my line, don't need a bitch who gotta dad Need a bitch who like to freak it for the team then run it back I need Anita, that spicy lil' mamacita Okay, hola, senorita Can you come through with tequila Tell me can you pop the bottle Call me papi, turn yo' freak up You can suck me in the back of the boat mobile with my feet up Look, workaholic, what you call it In love with the hustle ballin' Ain't no holdups We Russian, but ain't no Stalin Wait, I'll keep declining If you keep on calling, we ain't talking Keep the money in your pocket I don't need it bitch I need a thick bitch she can ride me out while I count my money Whip it up with the krabby patties, ain't nothing chummy On my way to the bank, laughing, I think it's funny I caught Karen down at the Krab, she was giving sucky I need a thick bitch who can blow me just like my clarinet They can hate it, amazin', I go run up a check Bikini bottom frozen over from ice on my neck You wanna try me, come through slidin', you'll be dying next