COVERED IN MONEY!

Woah, yeah Sorry babe, sorry Yeah, one-two, one-two, one Sorry babe, woah Woah, yeah Sorry babe, sorry Yeah, sorry babe Oh, my nigga In a-in a little tent Say I'm covered in money I'm out for the bag, ooh I flew out the country (Damn) Borderline dressin' in drag (Uh) I brought you a hearse Hope you fit in the back (Uh) I'm pokin' it out Nicki Minaj, the meek gettin' dragged Bitch, I'm upset, I- (Ain't mad) Uh, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad Cutest niggas in my class Shoutout Zel, Kwes and Thai, those my peers (Shit) Spittin' slurred, I can't handle my beer Beat my dick when I look in the mirror (Facts) When I bust, it cancel my fears Too much guap (Too much guap) Too much heat, you can't call for no cops Too much filmin', you seem like a opp Fuck the underground, I'm goin' pop Only Mandy Moore played in this drop More hits than the Four Tops Hairline like a four tops (Stretch) Rappin' like I signed to Koch Eatin' ass head to toe in this gold Can't nobody touch me, I feel like Fort Knox I'm outta my class, digital dash Modern-day Cannibal Ox Whatever, whatever Say I'm covered in money I'm out for the bag, ooh I flew out the country (Damn) Borderline dressin' in drag I brought you a hearse Hope you fit in the back (Uh) I'm pokin' it out Nicki Minaj, the meek get dragged Bitch, I'm upset, I- (Ain't mad, bruh) Uh, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad Sorry, babe, sorry Shit, yeah Yeah, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad (Facts) Woah, shit Too much guap- It's dirty It's dirty, hah It's dirty, yeah Backlog on my personality 'Cause you thinkin' that you know me personally You rehearse me, and it's surfacing These ain't bars, I'm describin' a murder scene This a big ting, money gettin' fucked up like he Ving Rhames 'Cause he don't know my name like the ting, tings Chuck Berry, big strap, that's my ding-a-ling Really come from the heart when I sing tings Finna get this bitch shaking like jingling R.I.P. Bernie Mac, legend in the game R.I.P. Bernie Mac When I die, hope my music gives cowards pain Pray Allah, Christ, and Buddha, you'll never be shamed My little kids gonna inherit this fame E+, my celebrity name, I'ma tell you now If I go plat' best believe, little bitch that Peggy gon' change Y'all better pray I stay in my lane Never switch my ideals for position or fame If you do dirt, keep it quiet like Pootie Tang Lose it all for the nut, like Louis C.K Gag order on him, we ain't tryna be civil Hoe, I'm aimin' for your head like Martin Luther King Shoot at your tour bus, we gon' increase your streams Big strap like Portia de Rossi, I know Oh, yeah Damn, niggas just shitted on me Sorry baby, sorry Sorry, sorry Sorry babe, sorry Sorry babe, sorry Sorry, sorry