The Cipher

[Verse] Uh Call me Dracula 'cause all I do is count chips Your money Minnie, I ain't talking 'bout the mouse, trick These girls running like I just threw the bouquet They know I'm headed 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 ya freaking bees wax These little rappers I can see them in my dash cam I know they're grouchy like Oscar by the trash can I'm on stage, you can sit in the crowd I be up in Lear jets, take a left at the cloud (Ha-ha) I think she need the Heimlich, she's the chokin' kind She gets no burn, no smoking sign (Yeah) Metaphor heaven So they approve Nicki like my credit score's seven Mac and cheese, six fried chicken the guts And I'm killing these bitches, Mike Vickin' it up