Lyrics Cover Up - Money Man

Cover Up

All them hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna fuck with you
No waist, but you got an ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on the tube
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch the fly way
Saudi Arabia gold, presidential cobalt on my wrist
It’s cold, I bought a Dior quip, just to cover up my bitch
You ain’t a stepper dawg, do you can’t come hang around this shit
I came up in DeKalb, county playing Round with all them bricks
I’m having paper like
I bought a Eurus and a cat
I can’t take my youngings nowhere, cause they don’t know how to act
They gon' switch some shit for
They might take a nigga jewelry
Bitch I’m tryna smash them cheeks, I’m not tryna keep the peace
Label want an album from me, I’ma need an M at least
Come on bae, let’s fly to Greece, we gon' stay here bout a week
Not spending you can’t hang, beat it
Charger in the bay, I best it
Paris fashion on me uh
I put fashion on all her uh
Got you rockin' designer
My shit be new out the chain
Let 'em
I came up movin' them bros
Last year it was me and you
Private dinner bae me and you
These hoes ain’t seeing you
Tennis bracelet and the ring too
Come on to the crib come and vibe with a real one, it’s Mando
I got scars all over me from trappin' out the bando
Got the scale with the residue
Lil mama so pleasurable
Dinner time we hit
Cali pull up with a load of P’s
All them hoes look up to you
Them ballers tryna fuck with you
No waist, but you got an ass
You a freak, but you got class
Bitch play with you, you gon' spaz
Closet full of different bags
Fly to New York on the tube
Just to shop and watch a movie
Hit Miami on a Friday, then we leave that bitch the fly way
Saudi Arabia gold, presidential cobalt on my wrist
It’s cold, I bought a Dior quip, just to cover up my bitch