Joe Budden - BET Cypher lyrics

[Nicki Minaj] Call me Dracula cause all I do is count chips Your money mini, 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 these bums is wondering where I be's at If 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 up out 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 (Haha) 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 seven Mac and cheese, six, fried chicken da guts And I'm k**ing these b**hes Mike Vickin' it up, YEA! [Buckshot] Don't play with Buck, I'm not a video game I'm so serious Put so many holes in your brain You oblivious to the fact you 0, period Who the a** said, who the a** meant "Yall there he is!" Look, neck full of high cla** diamonds Wrist lookin' like it made a trip to Mohammed In the Colosseum or Harlem or Can*l You cop j**els by the penny-weight I go by the pound Anyways, I go by the sound not by the style So when you cut my CD you can get outta town Go outta bounds? I'm blowin the whistle Referee BDP yall know I'm official Yall go, I'mma tissue Yall dudes is sh** You'll go lights out wiped out Can't outwit me, outsmart me or outfit me Listen, this my year I got the arsenal with me This my year [Crown Royyal] Check, the hoodie Check, the feet so fly I need air traffic control to direct me through the street Cash, the cheque, I'm fresh The d**h like I die is suicide and then I resurrect Then I do it again I stress in I got national geographics on my clothes; tune in Ha, yeah you could try to keep up but I know you're not worth it I keep enough of these words cos I know they be thirsty Be swaggin on my leg man what is this? The third day? Swagger 3000 on my fly, people it's your day Rock star to rebel, on another level Gotta give you the scoop with no shovel Chandelier wrist, check The best of Crown Royyal I'm bumpin like ba** and Treble I check these dudes fresh, they just don't last Guess I gotta take them to swag cla**, ah [Joe Budden] Wanna talk about bars, mine leave it be Never needed an A&R, mine needed me The one thing in this world I can't stomach's a fake You tryna stop what ain't come with a brake Some of ya'll made a mistake Some of ya'll been deprived ain't seen the sk** Just got the truck customized, got a meaner grill Told baby just being real leave or Get balls in your mouth, I spoke to her like Serena Will Top back, top cats get a beating Saying you're the best, should stop it, it's misleading Cause I might co*k back to get even It's not a wet dream, you just getting shot at while you sleeping Feeling like the game can't be weaker It's why, homie rarely do the cameos and features I'm good with my insanity and fevers Cause Pac looking from heaven saying "They ain't understand me neither" Wanna play it ain't worth it Maybe why I'm feeling like 'Ye, you prolly won an award, but you ain't deserve it Circa 01 homeboy, he a vet Leave em deep regrets like they Tila Tequila's neck You past your prime, I ain't spit ether yet You need a major, I just need an ethernet Word on the street I made the OG's be upset Cause I'm a student of the game, not a teacher's pet