Cover Up lyrics
by Future
[Chorus: Casino]
Tattoo on my b*tch body, I'm draped in all versace
Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches
Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me
Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up
My neck is full of diamond chains
I went to throw it up
Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up
Rings on my finger, I had to light em up
That Cheville for a truck
It can't lift it up
My b*tch is blunt headed
Coupe and rest furgated
Kill you and bring you back to life, like you Maccavelli
Mobbin [?]
...
Cool in here
They kissing f*cking never telling, they never telling, kissing and f*cking
Give her percosets she ready (give her perc she ready)
Chain heavy, it won't perc eleven (Fre.. good lord)
All I need is a cruise ship
All these Freebandz I can f*cking disappear
Jump a private then I'm out of here
My men are draped in all Versace (good lord)
My neck my wrist it runs like faucet (tattoo, water)
Tattoo on my b*tch body, I'm draped in all versace
Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches
Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me
Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up
My neck is full of diamond chains
I went to throw it up
Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up
Rings on my finger, I had to light em up
That Cheville for a truck
It can't lift it up
[Verse: Future]
I caught a player of the cash apps
I'm worth like Benz, glass trap
Give her the percs, she got bad mouth
Bad is good when I'm around
Gripping ... a hunnid pounds, drop that fat I ain't coming down
I got the bread it ain't coming down
I see them jog at the kid, all the way down
I put the racks in a b*tch face (*bird sounds* pass em out)
I had a [?] at new year, they were cashing out
I got my watch draped up, yeah I went and iced it out
I brought a mil some dollar, I'm getting head from some real bad mother
I brought a fire-end on my guys, damn near million dollars
Put your opinions on the tools, running around way overdue
Throw the racks in the tub, I made myself a plug
[Chorus: Casino]
Tattoo on my b*tch body, I'm draped in all versace
Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches
Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me
Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up
My neck is full of diamond chains
I went to throw it up
Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up
Rings on my finger, I had to light em up
That Cheville for a truck
It can't lift it up
My b*tch is blunt headed
Coupe and rest furgated
Kill you and bring you back to life, like you Maccavelli
Mobbin [?]
...
Cool in here
They kissing f*cking never telling, they never telling, kissing and f*cking
Give her percosets she ready (give her perc she ready)
Chain heavy, it won't perc eleven (Fre.. good lord)
All I need is a cruise ship
All these Freebandz I can f*cking disappear
Jump a private then I'm out of here
My men are draped in all Versace (good lord)
My neck my wrist it runs like faucet (tattoo, water)
Tattoo on my b*tch body, I'm draped in all versace
Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches
Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me
Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up
My neck is full of diamond chains
I went to throw it up
Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up
Rings on my finger, I had to light em up
That Cheville for a truck
It can't lift it up