Cover Up

Album cover art for "Cover Up" by Casino & Future

Casino & Future - Rap

Cover Up

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[Chorus: Casino] Tattoo on my bitch body, I'm draped in all versace Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up My neck is full of diamond chains I went to throw it up Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up Rings on my finger, I had to light em up That Cheville for a truck It can't lift it up My bitch is blunt headed Coupe and rest furgated Kill you and bring you back to life, like you Maccavelli Mobbin [?] ... Cool in here They kissing fucking never telling, they never telling, kissing and fucking Give her percosets she ready (give her perc she ready) Chain heavy, it won't perc eleven (Fre.. good lord) All I need is a cruise ship All these Freebandz I can fucking disappear Jump a private then I'm out of here My men are draped in all Versace (good lord) My neck my wrist it runs like faucet (tattoo, water) Tattoo on my bitch body, I'm draped in all versace Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up My neck is full of diamond chains I went to throw it up Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up Rings on my finger, I had to light em up That Cheville for a truck It can't lift it up [Verse: Future] I caught a player of the cash apps I'm worth like Benz, glass trap Give her the percs, she got bad mouth Bad is good when I'm around Gripping ... a hunnid pounds, drop that fat I ain't coming down I got the bread it ain't coming down I see them jog at the kid, all the way down I put the racks in a bitch face (*bird sounds* pass em out) I had a [?] at new year, they were cashing out I got my watch draped up, yeah I went and iced it out I brought a mil some dollar, I'm getting head from some real bad mother I brought a fire-end on my guys, damn near million dollars Put your opinions on the tools, running around way overdue Throw the racks in the tub, I made myself a plug [Chorus: Casino] Tattoo on my bitch body, I'm draped in all versace Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up My neck is full of diamond chains I went to throw it up Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up Rings on my finger, I had to light em up That Cheville for a truck It can't lift it up My bitch is blunt headed Coupe and rest furgated Kill you and bring you back to life, like you Maccavelli Mobbin [?] ... Cool in here They kissing fucking never telling, they never telling, kissing and fucking Give her percosets she ready (give her perc she ready) Chain heavy, it won't perc eleven (Fre.. good lord) All I need is a cruise ship All these Freebandz I can fucking disappear Jump a private then I'm out of here My men are draped in all Versace (good lord) My neck my wrist it runs like faucet (tattoo, water) Tattoo on my bitch body, I'm draped in all versace Fourteen pound around my neck, I had to match my watches Move so many bricks a month, the fed the tryna stop me Try to throw a murder on me, I had to throw it up My neck is full of diamond chains I went to throw it up Got cubans on my rich neck, I went to throw it up Rings on my finger, I had to light em up That Cheville for a truck It can't lift it up

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Credits

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  • Casino
  • Future