[Intro] Woah, uh Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah One-two, one-two, one Woah, yeah Sorry, babe, sorry Yeah, sorry, babe Oh, my nigga In a, in a little tent Say
[Chorus] 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 Uh, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad
[Verse] Cutest nigga in my class Shout out 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 an opp Fuck the underground, I'm goin' pop Only Mandy Moore played in this drop More hits than the Four Tops Hairline like a Ford, tough, stretch Rappin' like I signed to Koch (Fact) Eatin' ass head to toe in this gold Can't nobody touch me, I feel like Fort Knox (Damn, Peggy) I'm outta my class, digital dash Modern-day Cannibal Ox
[Interlude] This sound fine as it is, you know what I mean? Whatever, whatever Say
[Chorus] 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, bruh) Bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad
[Interlude] Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah Yeah, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad, shit (Woah, uh) Too much guap (Woah, uh)
[Part II: The Devil Wears Prada]
[Verse] 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, it's a big ting Buddy 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-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 Lil' kids gonna inherit this fame E-plus my celebrity name, I'ma tell you now If I go plat', best believe, lil' 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 Ho, 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
[Outro] Oh, yeah Damn, niggas just shitted on me Sorry, sorry Sorry, babe, sorry Sorry, sorry Sorry, babe, sorry Sorry, babe, sorry Sorry, sorryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
