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