Call Me Darcula cause all I do is count chips
Ya money minnie I aint talkin bout the mouse trick
These girls runnin like I jus threw the bouquet
They know I'm Headed to the top lik a tu-pay

Now all the bums is wonderin where I beez at
If you aint a BARBIE it's none of ya freakin beezwax!
These little rappers I could see dem in my dash cam
I know they grouchy like oscar up out the trash can

I'm on stage you can sit the crowd
I be up in leer jets make a left at the cloud *Ha-Ha*
I Think she need the heimlich she the chockin kind
She gets no boags no smokin sign *YEAH*
Metaphor heaven
So they approve Nicki like my credit score seven
Mac'n'cheese six fry chicken nugguts
And I'm killin these bxtchez mike vickin it UP CHEA!
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