Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
JPEGMAFIA
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrington Hendricks
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JPEGMAFIA
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm covered in money
I'm out for the bag, ooh
I flew out the country
Borderline dressing in drag
I brought you a Hearse
Hope you fit in the back
I'm poking it out
Nicki Minaj
The Meek getting dragged
[Verse 2]
Bitch, I'm upset I ain't
Bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad
Cutest **** in my class
Shout out Zel, Kwes, & Thai, those my peers
Spitting slurred, I can't handle my beer
Beat my dick when I look in the mirror
When I bust it cancel my fears
Too much guap
Too much heat, you can't call for no cop
Too much filming you, seem like a opp
[Verse 3]
Fuck the underground, I'm going pop
Only Mandy Moore played in this drop
More hits than the Four Tops
Hairline like a four, tops, stretch
Rapping like I signed to Koch
Eating ass, head to toe in this gold
Can't nobody touch me, I feel like Fort Knox
I'm outta my class, digital dash
Modern-day cannibal ox
[Verse 4]
I'm covered in money
I'm out for the bag, ooh
I flew out the country
Borderline dressing in drag
I brought you a Hearse
Hope you fit in the back
I'm poking it out
Nicki Minaj
The Meek getting dragged
[Verse 5]
Bitch, I'm upset I ain't
Bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad
Yeah, bitch, I'm upset, I ain't mad
Too much guap
[Verse 6]
It's dirty, it's dirty, ha
It's dirty, yeah
Backlog on my personality
'Cause you thinking you know me personally
You rehearse me and it's surfacing
These ain't bars, I'm describing a murder scene, it's a big ting
Buddy getting fucked up like he Ving Rhames
'Cause he don't know my name like the Ting Tings
Chuck Berry, big strap, that's my dingaling
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
[Verse 7]
When I die, I 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 Lois C.K.
Gag order on him, we ain't tryna be civil
Ho, I'm aiming 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
[Verse 8]
Oh, yeah
Damn, **** just shitted on me
Written by: JPEGMAFIA