Lyrics of The cipher

Call me dracula cause all i do is count chips
Ya money minnie i aint talkin bout the mouse trick
These girls runnin like i jus threw da bouquet
They know i'm headed to the top like a 2pay

Now all the bums is wonderin where i beez at
If you aint a barbie its none of ya freakin beezwax!
These little rappers i could see dem in my dash cam
I know they grouchy like oscar up out the trash can

I'm on stage you can sit the crowd
I be up in leer jets make a left at the cloud *ha-ha*
I think she need the heimlic she the chokin kind
She gets no burn no smokin sign *cheaa*
Metaphor heaven
So they approve nicki like my credit score seven
Mac'n'cheese stix , fried chicken, the guts
And im killin dese bxtchez mike vickin it up!!