[Intro (Ric Flair)]: "I'm the World's Heavyweight Champion. Now, for a lot of you people out there, a lot of you don't like that. You don't like the prestige - that I have in life! You don't like the notoriety - you detest the fact - I've got life pretty much the way I want it, understand? Me! Learn to love it! That's the bottom line! I'm the champ! Custom made - kiss stealin'! Wheelin', dealin'! God only knows! You've got to - beat. the. champ! Woo!"

[Verse One]: To be the man, you gotta beat the man, you gotta reach my span, you better have a plan.
Balboa from Minnesota, better put it in a coda and they shoulda told ya.
Face contenders, I waste no time, you in your prime, but the time is mine.
Hungry on the beat, ain’t never gotta cheat, ain’t never to retreat, ain’t never for defeat.
A loss for the boss? Never goin, not at all. Ball so hard that you suckas all fall.
Sucka MCs all hate my attire, sucka MCs just fail to inspire.
Y’all wannabes wanna shoot for the prize, y’all wannabes, just blinded by the light.
My eyes? Contain no wool, this is big business, it ain’t personal.

[Hook (Shirley Bassey)]: Goldfinger...he's the man...the man with the Midas Touch!

[Verse Two]: Midas touch, everything is gold, never meant to be turnt way too cold.
I’m so bold like your favorite font, I’m so cool, it’s nonchalant.
When I get riled up, I’m hotter than the summer, I’m a June, baby! Celebrating with my brothers.
Got my sister and my nephew, too, add the homie, Phil, that’s my 6-man crew.
They make the man and the DNA, staying top notch like the CIA.
Oh you didn’t know? You better call somebody, tearing up the scene and I’m about to get rowdy.
All up on it, I can’t even flaunt it, like a debutante, but y’all don’t want it.
Had to lay the law, never going for a draw, so I put the smack down, now it’s time to get raw.