Hi fans, welcome, to WCW Saturday once again
And please, welcome with me, back to TBS
The one and only, 'Nature Boy' Ric Flair!
You know Tony, you don't mind if I bask in the glory
Of a decade, of being the most dominant wrestler
In all of professional wrestling?
And for anybody out there
To think, maybe Ric Flair shouldn't be here [?] Wooh!

I can show you how to be the man, luxuries are tandem
Money green like Peter Pan
time to hustle, rap, stack and repeat again
Two sheets in the wind
I know you see these new teeth when I grin
Lethal pen work, I feel like Vin Diesel when the Benz (skrrt)
All her friends flirt, cop my wife the MCM purse
Hit the Gucci spot and bought ten shirts
Moose Movers, yo Laverne
My footwork on stage, you remind you wanna spin us
Slammy Award winners, four course dinners and Christian Dior
But we born sinners
North faced bubbles all winter
you starting trouble with the wrong niggas
Bannana clips, the King Kong triggers
I should've ordered tiger shrimp, but the prawn's bigger
The nigga with the iron fist and the bronze liver
Leather jacket on, I'm looking slicker
than the Fonz, my jobs glitter
My hitter deep fry you like corn fritters
Mick and Mallori Knox, natural born killers
For the gold, nobody bleeds like Flair, the blood spiller
Tapped in with all of the plugs and drug dealers
Name another nigga iller (Diamonds)
my cloaks navy blue or vanilla

All this chicken, I could catch salmonella
We the new Rockefeller
Stacking cheddar, provolone, mozzarella
We the new Rockefeller

It's the Umbrella, bitch

Champagne in my veins, pain and gain
I name my gun Damon Wayans
I aim with a hand, niggas in Major Payne
Let me explain, this shit about bars
not who got the heaviest chain
Me on the front page and ain't ready for fame
Tony with his nose buried in 'caine
Various frames, horses and chariots flame
We was never to say, I'm the brains of the op'
But I'm more shredded than Crang, niggas stealing my slang
Help me lay in sweaters and lemon meringue
Vera Wang umbrellas, coats and waterproof kicks in the rain
Can never politick with a lame, simple and plain
And imma be the last nigga remaining
Power moves like Ghost & Kanan
hope it's raining when my shit drops
Tip-top shape, I got a death grip on hip hop
Easy flip-flops, real rollies don't tick-tock
Forty-one millimeter face, that's the big clock
Never will his shit stop, imma be hot forever

Stacking cheddar, provolone, mozzarella
We the new Rockefeller
All this chicken, I could catch salmonella
We the new Rockefeller
Stacking cheddar, provolone, mozzarella
We the new Rockefeller

It's the Umbrella, bitch
Cold chilling, gold grill villain
Mal Knox
Nobody bleeds like