Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song COVERED IN MONEY! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Release date: 05.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
COVERED IN MONEY! |
| Woah, uh |
| Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah |
| One-two, one-two, one |
| Woah, yeah |
| Sorry, babe, sorry |
| Yeah, sorry, babe |
| Oh, my nigga |
| In a, in a little tent |
| Say |
| I’m covered in money, I’m out for the bag, ooh |
| I flew out the country (Damn), borderline dressin' in drag, uh |
| I brought you a hearse, hope you fit in the back (Uh) |
| I’m pokin' it out, Nicki Minaj, the meek gettin' dragged |
| Bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t |
| Uh, bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t mad |
| Cutest nigga in my class |
| Shout out Zel, Kwes, and Thai, those my peers (Shit) |
| Spittin' slurred, I can’t handle my beer |
| Beat my dick when I look in the mirror (Facts) |
| When I bust, it cancel my fears |
| Too much guap (Too much guap) |
| Too much heat, you can’t call for no cops |
| Too much filmin', you seem like an opp |
| Fuck the underground, I’m goin' pop |
| Only Mandy Moore played in this drop |
| More hits than the Four Tops |
| Hairline like a Ford, tough, stretch |
| Rappin' like I signed to Koch (Fact) |
| Eatin' ass head to toe in this gold |
| Can’t nobody touch me, I feel like Fort Knox (Damn, Peggy) |
| I’m outta my class, digital dash |
| Modern-day Cannibal Ox |
| This sound fine as it is, you know what I mean? |
| Whatever, whatever |
| Say |
| I’m covered in money, I’m out for the bag, ooh |
| I flew out the country (Damn), borderline dressin' in drag, uh |
| I brought you a hearse, hope you fit in the back (Uh) |
| I’m pokin' it out, Nicki Minaj, the meek gettin' dragged |
| Bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t (Mad, bruh) |
| Bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t mad |
| Sorry, babe, sorry, yeah |
| Yeah, bitch, I’m upset, I ain’t mad, shit (Woah, uh) |
| Too much guap (Woah, uh) |
| It’s dirty |
| It’s dirty, hah |
| It’s dirty, yeah |
| Backlog on my personality |
| 'Cause you thinkin' that you know me personally |
| You rehearse me, and it’s surfacing |
| These ain’t bars, I’m describin' a murder scene, it’s a big ting |
| Buddy gettin' fucked up like he Ving Rhames |
| 'Cause he don’t know my name like The Ting Tings |
| Chuck Berry, big strap, that’s my ding-ling |
| 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 |
| When I die, 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 Louis C.K. |
| Gag order on him, we ain’t tryna be civil |
| Ho, I’m aimin' 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 |
| Oh, yeah |
| Damn, niggas just shitted on me |
| Sorry, sorry |
| Sorry, babe, sorry |
| Sorry, sorry |
| Sorry, babe, sorry |
| Sorry, babe, sorry |
| Sorry, sorry |