Get your fire emojis ready, turtle riders, because you’re gonna want to be throwing those bad boys down like an EBT card for some Market Basket lobster.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the lyrics, and I am not listening to that more than once. Ok, twice. Alright, a third while pussy poppin’ for Mr. RITS before bed.
Here are some important life lessons to take away.
Apparently you can buy a car with dem stamps:
And pay your bar tab when you’re just too ballin’ to throw down some hunnits:
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