[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!!