[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]  To all the kings with diamond rings  And the slept on power to pull some strings  I know you're thinkin I'm the last survivor  The jet black tinted-out Bentley driver  62 and Madison, scopin females  American Express take care of the details  Cause I'm covered till I'm smothered like the Shah of Iran  Motorcade down when I roam the land  "Window, James, I see something I like  Park on the corner, underneath the light"  "Nice shorts, hon' - takin a run?  'joyin the sun, havin fun?  I got a posse, a beeper, and money  And you're lookin fly - like a bunny"  "James, let her in, she's approachin the car  And pass me back a bottle of Chateau Noir"  I'm bout to do this right, like make the move  Until I'm uptight, outta sight, and in the groove  "Cigarette, James - thank you"  "Now darling, what would you like to do?"  We got the radio pumpin, they're playin my jam  I like the doors on the ride, it's auto-slam  Stomp your feet and clap your hands  >From New York to the Netherlands  If that's too much road for your mind to pave  Feel the breeze and catch the wave    Catch  Catch the wave    [ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]  Eager beaver, fixin it down  Chubby little sucker like a ???? hound  Can't let no water get inside the crib  So every now and then he might have to adlib  But that's alright, he don't get uptight  Got lots of friends who got network light  So week in and out, he ain't stuck  Broke countless mirrors, and still got luck  So by sundown, the damage fixed  Give it a smack with his tail and cracks open a Twix  He been savin and cravin and slavin for  You know it tastes so good, he start rockin the floor  Side to side, with the Flatbush Rock  Sayin, "All I wanna do is turn back the clock  Cause I'm a old beaver now, and I ain't got much  But yo - I still got the touch"  Stomp your feet and clap your hands  >From New York to the Netherlands  If that's too much road for your mind to pave  Feel the breeze and catch the wave    Catch  Catch the wave    [ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]  Old McDonald sittin on a fence  Livin in the present tense  Looked out on the settin sun  After all his work was done  Thought of places far away  And how he'd like to live each day  Took his rifle in his hand  And struck out on the desert sand  Down a mile or so he went  Qualified for government  Now he's livin on the moon   Watchin politics balloon  Knottin money round the clock  Got his family hooked on rock  All his suits is gabardine  Envy is a shade of green  Stomp your feet and clap your hands  >From New York to the Netherlands  If that's too much road for your mind to pave  Feel the breeze and catch the wave