"My father is going to hear about this!"

Money? No problem. The fucking sense of entitlement that often comes with it? Fuck you and the Mclaren you rode here in, bitch. Rich folk swear to God everything should be perfect for them. I really don't give a fuck about your money. I really think I'm going to have to humble my monetary aspirations because although I've learned to work for someone, I really don't like it. I don't even like the language. "My boss." Fuck outta here. My "Supervisor." Gotta announce restroom trips and ask to eat? Nah. Dame Dash was right. That's like having a Daddy. I'm cool on that.