[Part I: Covered In Money!]

[Intro]
Woah, uh
Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah
One-two, one-two, one
Woah, yeah
Sorry, babe, sorry
Yeah, sorry, babe
Oh, my n***a
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 n***a 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, n***as just shitted on me
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, babe, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, babe, sorry
Sorry, babe, sorry
Sorry, sorry