[Verse 1]
Call me Darcula cause all I do is count chips
Ya' money minnie I ain't talkin' bout' the mouse trick
These girls runnin' like I just threw the bouquet
They know I'm headed to the top like a toupee
Now all the bums is wonderin' where I beez at
If you ain't a barbie it's none of your freakin' beezwax
These little rappers I could see them 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 lear jets make a left at the cloud (Ha-Ha)
I think she need the Heimlich she's the chocking kind
She gets no burn no smoking sign (CHA)
Metaphor Heaven
So they approve Nicki like my credit score seven
Mac n' cheese six fry chicken the guts
And I'm k**in' these b**hes Mike Vickin' it up!!