Part I:

Intro 
Alright, got eighteen minutes 
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 

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) 
Uh, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad 

Verse 
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 

Bridge
Say
Woo, ooh
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
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

Break
Sorry, babe, sorry
Shit, yeah
Yeah, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad (Facts)
Woah, shit
Too much guap-

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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
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

Outro
Oh, yeah
Damn, niggas just shitted on me
Sorry baby, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry babe, sorry
Sorry babe, sorry
Sorry, sorry