COVERED IN MONEY! - JPEGMAFIA

Woah, uh

Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah

One-two, one-two, one

Woah, yeah

Sorry, babe, sorry

Yeah, sorry, babe

Oh, my nigga

In a, in a little tent

Say

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

Cutest nigga 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

This sound fine as it is, you know what I mean?

Whatever, whatever

Say

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

Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah

Yeah, bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t mad, shit (Woah, uh)

Too much guap (Woah, uh)

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

Oh, yeah

Damn, niggas just shitted on me

Sorry, sorry

Sorry, babe, sorry

Sorry, sorry

Sorry, babe, sorry

Sorry, babe, sorry

Sorry, sorry