Heh, oh shut up, you two Slummin' it with the plebs, that's all you do! You think you're hot, think you're grand But you're just ants in my greedy hand! Look at you, all puffed-up pride Lovin' your mutts, got no shame to hide But me? I'm the king, the cash machine Stackin’ gold, it’s obscene! Ozzie with his love and his little clown Bee’s just buzzin’ around her mutt in town You’re playin’ small games, I'm the big show Runnin’ Hell’s empire with the dough to blow! I'm the top of the greedy heap Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps Don’t need love, don’t need friends All I need is cash till the party ends! I'm the jester, I'm the boss I'm the clown with the golden gloss! So keep your mutts and keep your plebs You’ll be broke when I cash my checks! Bee, you call me a clown, how quaint But you ain’t seen a dime of what I paint You’re gluttony, baby, but here’s the tea All your sugar’s nothin’ compared to me Ozzie, your love? It’s a joke at best Fizz is stressin’, you know the rest I built him, I made him, he's my brand Without me, your act is canned! Oh, you’re pissy, ain’t ya, Bee? Mad that nobody wants your stinger but me And Ozzie, my boy, don’t flex too hard You’re just a flame with a fragile guard (Heh, yeah!) I run the game, I pull the strings Every dime in Hell? That’s my thing So bow to the greed, kiss the crown Watch as I burn this circus down! I'm the top of the greedy heap Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps Don’t need love, don’t need friends All I need is cash till the party ends! I'm the jester, I'm the boss I'm the clown with the golden gloss! So keep your mutts and keep your plebs You’ll be broke when I cash my checks! Love? HA! That ain’t my game I deal in dollars, power, and fame Clownin' for coins, you’re all just pawns While I sit back, yawn, and carry on You’ll regret it, Ozz, mark my word Expose your secrets, make 'em heard Bee, your buzz ain’t scarin’ me I'm the hive, you’re just the flea! I'm the top of the greedy heap Pockets deep, y’all playin’ for keeps Don’t need love, don’t need friends All I need is cash till the party ends! I'm the jester, I'm the king Bow to the green, hear the choir sing! So take your plebs and take your pride Greed runs Hell, and I'm the guide! Heh, you thought you had me, didn’t ya? But Greed always wins in the end! So go ahead, buzz off, cry your love songs— I’ll be countin’ my millions where you belong Beneath me