Old Fat Crook

Oh yeah, I know that old fat crook He's the big cigar whiskey bottle hand in cunt without asking type But he sure does know how to make money The light outside is buried In a mango shade of disdain And for all of my life I've thrown money at problems And they seem to go away Old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook, old fat crook I'm old and I don't like getting old He's gonna get you I like chess, I like using my brain, I like making money And I like using my money I like using my money on women I like using my money on death I like using my money to make more money Mango shade of disdain You can go ahead and say it Because it warms my heart when you say it with hatred I'm the old fat crook, yes, I am You're a pawn on the table, yes you are I'm the watching the world through a mango shade of disdain I'm playing all of the games Yeah, I know the old fat crook I used to work with that son of a bitch I'm the old fat crook I got money and pussy and drugs on my mind And I'll get all of them in due time And I wanna make you happy girl, like you were at the start But don't you make me raise a finger cause Cause, cause I throw my money at problem and they go away That's how I make you stay Money, solve the problems Make her stay That's how I play the game Anyway, he's just about finished, I heard some cop is nailing his wife or something Disgraceful, he never even got past the one million mark Anyway, I took care of that other thing so I'll see you at the country club on Sunday Yeah, we can go golfing, just don't bring the wife