"Mardi Gras" lyrics

[Jade Alice (Billy Marchiafava):]
Minty kisses in the morning
I'm the cake and you're the frosting
We could stay here for a lifelong
Sleep in flowers, live in love songs
I only wake up when you're givin' me
(Wait, the beat go off?)
(Ayy, yeah, yeah)

[Billy Marchiafava:]
Wake up to the money, like "Hi, good morning"
Keep three ho's on me, now I think I'm Mormon
Billy only counting up if it's blue, like Corbin
Don't hit my line if you know I'm recording
'Cause I got these hits
But now she wanna have my kids
But this ain't Maury Povich
I heard your last man shopped at Lids

[Billy Marchiafava {Yun Head}:]
You know I'm popping off
I gets a lot of guap {A lot of guap}
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (Ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over
[Shotgun Willy:]
(Oh, oh, oh)

I'll tell you why they love me, not your average Joe
I kinda think it's funny how you're all still broke
I'm poppin' off like champagne, did it on my own
L.A. to Galápagos
And I know a lot of ho's that don't fuck with you
They fuck with me now
When we talking money, you turn into Mr. Bean now
My favorite color green
I'm flying overseas
Stuff you do in your dreams
Ayy, my favorite color green
I'm flying overseas
Stuff you do in your dreams
Now I do it on repeat

[Billy Marchiafava {Yun Head}:]
You know I'm popping off
I gets a lot of guap {A lot of guap}
She tryna take it off
Like it's Mardi Gras (Ooh)
They all love me
Yeah, like I'm Sosa
Making money like Oprah
Now your girl coming over (Okay)
[Shotgun Willy:]
(Oh, oh, oh)

[Billy Marchiafava:]
You know it ain't lit 'til I walk in the party
Is that your dude over there? I'm sorry (Sheesh)
Getting buckets, but I ain't a bozo
Beat the beat up like it stole from me, ayy
My nose runny
My neck caught a cold from it
I'm back, it's Billy season
And to all the other rappers, it's hunting season, ayy
(Boom, boom, boom, brrrt)
Rich off the internet, iCarly
And I'm with my dogs, like Marley
Ghost ride that whip, like Casper (Skrrt)
Posted in the cut sipping gold Bacardi (Uh-huh)
Good with my numbers, Rayman
And my friend keep a stick, like a caveman
She want it all on her face, like a spray tan (Damn)
You know Billy stay clean like Maytech

[Jade Alice:]
Mmm
Love my minty kisses
Mmm
My, my, my