[Verse 1]
Uh, call me Dracula 'cause all I do is count chips
Young Money Minnie, I ain't talking 'bout the mouse, trick
These girls runnin' like I just threw the bouquet
They know I'm heading to the top like a toupee!
Now all the bums is wondering where I be's at
You ain't a Barbie it's none of your freaking beeswax!
These little rappers I can see them in my Dash-Cam
I know they grouchy like Oscar up out the trashcan!
I'm on stage you could sit in the crowd, I be up in Learjets
Take a laugh at the clouds, Hahahaha! I think she need a
Hyne-lick she the chokin' kind, she gets no burn, no smoking sign!
Yeah, metaphor heaven, so they approve Nicki like my predator 7
Mac'n Cheese sticks, fried chick in the guts, and I'm killing
These b*tches I'm f*cking it up, Chyeah!