[Verse 1:]
Am I just a fool?
Blind and stupid for loving you
Am I just a silly girl?
So young and naíve to think you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
(And now the people)
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
[Verse 2:]
Am I queen of fools?
Wrapped up in lies and foolish jewels
What do I see in you?
Maybe I'm addicted to all the things you do
'Cause I keep thinking you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
Big Daddy lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Meek Mill)
[Meek Mill:]
You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I'm triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy
When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that's a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I'm big daddy
[Meek Mill:]
Standin' in the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for
Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon' get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?"
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won't fuck unless you cut a check first
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D'ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to fuck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid
You bitches ain't stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Still on top, pretty pretty bitch gang
Pussy pussy still tight, pistol pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him
[Hook]
You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I'm triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy
When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that's a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I'm big daddy
[Meek Mill:]
Standin' in the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for
Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon' get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?"
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won't fuck unless you cut a check first
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D'ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to fuck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid
You bitches ain't stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Still on top, pretty pretty bitch gang
Pussy pussy still tight, pistol pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him
[Hook]
Shanghai lyrics -Nicki Minaj
[Hook:]
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I'm a run around with them real niggas
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
[Verse 1:]
8 mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fucking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
Their shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ask Jay who he married, 80 thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie, got them aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
All of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a deposit
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dicks up
These niggas don't make a mix-up, tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up
Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up, (tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up)
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I'm a run around with them real niggas
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
[Verse 1:]
8 mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fucking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
Their shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ask Jay who he married, 80 thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie, got them aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
All of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a deposit
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dicks up
These niggas don't make a mix-up, tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up
Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up, (tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up)
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
Win Again lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1:]
I came out looking to party, and now I'm owning that building
You bitches can't get my spot until I start raising some children
These bitches all in they feelings, can't fuck with Nicki they know it
They know that Nicki a poet, pop me a bottle of Moet
They said I couldn't, but I did it though
Tell 'em I still got that hour glass figure though
Can't stop me, don't watch me, you better just watch your nigga ho
I'm in that big boy, I am in beast mode
Beast make that G code
Bitches ain't got drive, these bitches gone get repo'd
I am a monster, this is ambition
This the type of car that you keep a bad bitch in
[Pre-Chorus:]
Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition
They want me to come and help them but I am not a magician
I'm on them fo-fours I'm tipping, you better move out my way
I am not here to play, Pinkprint can't be delayed
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo, cause I came out, '09 when promoters brought Wayne out
Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out
I been bad, like cutting school, and staying out
I been hotter then vacationing, and laying out
I sat back, and watched how it was playing out
They diss me, but running and took the same route
Uh, but no, they not Nicki, wrist on Ice and yes my wrist Bricky
If I leave, the game will miss Nicki, not a website booking, money, this says 50
Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy
This shit ain't got no more integrity
Don't write they raps, and plus they flow shitty
Don't make me expose you bitch, I'm too busy
Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already
(Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already)
[Pre-Chorus:]
Soon as I came in I told them that I would become the greatest
Muhammad Ali all these bitches, and that can't be debated
I never chicken'd, I skated, I know they mad that I made
All this money I made, all my bitches is laid
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Outro:]
So good, so real, so good, yeah
I'm a win again, I'm a win again
I'm Meryl Streep to all these bitches, they can't do what I do
Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I be like, "Why you?"
Yeah, I know that they mad, but I'm a shit on my critics some more
I am...
I am...
I am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way
They know I am a champion, no, champions do, it's all champions do
I came out looking to party, and now I'm owning that building
You bitches can't get my spot until I start raising some children
These bitches all in they feelings, can't fuck with Nicki they know it
They know that Nicki a poet, pop me a bottle of Moet
They said I couldn't, but I did it though
Tell 'em I still got that hour glass figure though
Can't stop me, don't watch me, you better just watch your nigga ho
I'm in that big boy, I am in beast mode
Beast make that G code
Bitches ain't got drive, these bitches gone get repo'd
I am a monster, this is ambition
This the type of car that you keep a bad bitch in
[Pre-Chorus:]
Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition
They want me to come and help them but I am not a magician
I'm on them fo-fours I'm tipping, you better move out my way
I am not here to play, Pinkprint can't be delayed
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo, cause I came out, '09 when promoters brought Wayne out
Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out
I been bad, like cutting school, and staying out
I been hotter then vacationing, and laying out
I sat back, and watched how it was playing out
They diss me, but running and took the same route
Uh, but no, they not Nicki, wrist on Ice and yes my wrist Bricky
If I leave, the game will miss Nicki, not a website booking, money, this says 50
Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy
This shit ain't got no more integrity
Don't write they raps, and plus they flow shitty
Don't make me expose you bitch, I'm too busy
Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already
(Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already)
[Pre-Chorus:]
Soon as I came in I told them that I would become the greatest
Muhammad Ali all these bitches, and that can't be debated
I never chicken'd, I skated, I know they mad that I made
All this money I made, all my bitches is laid
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Outro:]
So good, so real, so good, yeah
I'm a win again, I'm a win again
I'm Meryl Streep to all these bitches, they can't do what I do
Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I be like, "Why you?"
Yeah, I know that they mad, but I'm a shit on my critics some more
I am...
I am...
I am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way
They know I am a champion, no, champions do, it's all champions do
Truffle Butter lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Drake And Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Whoop! Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this is 65 million singles sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ball, point game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is ya here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do ya hear me?
I can't let a wack nigga get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain't never need a man to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy bitches can't rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach I invented
And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin' my account
Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I put one leg on the tub
Girl, that's my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude, what's his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine if you snortin'
And she became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off white chocolate
I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless n' flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed 4 Jordans
Skateboard, I'm gnarly; Drake, Tunechi and Barbie
You know
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm about is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Whoop! Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this is 65 million singles sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ball, point game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is ya here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do ya hear me?
I can't let a wack nigga get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain't never need a man to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy bitches can't rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach I invented
And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it
[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin' my account
Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I put one leg on the tub
Girl, that's my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude, what's his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine if you snortin'
And she became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off white chocolate
I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless n' flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed 4 Jordans
Skateboard, I'm gnarly; Drake, Tunechi and Barbie
You know
Mona Lisa lyrics - Nicki Minaj
You make me, you make me, ooh
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two fucks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
I don't wanna fight but, I'll fuck around and shoot you
I don't wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will fuck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two fucks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
I don't wanna fight but, I'll fuck around and shoot you
I don't wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will fuck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
Put You In A Room lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Hook x2:]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Wamables lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Intro:]
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
[Chorus:]
See, I'm all about my wamables
See, I'm all about my wamables
(hello, hello, hello, hello)
[Verse 1:]
I'm all about my wamables, niggas ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables, these bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges, bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages, pussy miles go up if you’re talented
I'm all about pool life, thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex, fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP, real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for? And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap, let me see your crack, like the trap
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I like percocets, I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'mma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches, go'n hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch,I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess,playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent...)
[Chorus x4]
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
[Chorus:]
See, I'm all about my wamables
See, I'm all about my wamables
(hello, hello, hello, hello)
[Verse 1:]
I'm all about my wamables, niggas ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables, these bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges, bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages, pussy miles go up if you’re talented
I'm all about pool life, thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex, fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP, real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for? And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap, let me see your crack, like the trap
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I like percocets, I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'mma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches, go'n hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch,I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess,playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent...)
[Chorus x4]
"Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded - The Re-Up" (2012)
- Up In Flames lyrics - Nicki Minaj
- Freedom lyrics - Nicki Minaj
- Hell Yeah lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Parker)
- High School lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
- I'm Legit lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ciara)
- I Endorse These Strippers lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx)
- The Boys lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Cassie)
- Va Va Voom lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)
Up In Flames lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn't text the kid
I got a pool that I never even swim in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki? Branding
Suck a cockpit prepare for landing
I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed be?
Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B
I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes
I'm in Saint Tropez on a big boat
On my way to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out in case you bitches get a slick throat
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Won another round, willing get the ref
Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet
I'm the motherfucking Queen 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilling with executives
Check the charts,
All my winnings are consecutive
Trillion dollar deficit
But y'all don't hear me though
All you bitches deaf as shit
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo
This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low
Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient
I'm checking these bitches like an application
Cause these bitches trippin' no navigation
So it's off with your head decapitation
Send em up in flames like a firemen
I do the hiring and I do the firing
That boss shit that you talk,
I live it
And I'm calling a travel
If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn't text the kid
I got a pool that I never even swim in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki? Branding
Suck a cockpit prepare for landing
I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed be?
Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B
I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes
I'm in Saint Tropez on a big boat
On my way to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out in case you bitches get a slick throat
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Won another round, willing get the ref
Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet
I'm the motherfucking Queen 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilling with executives
Check the charts,
All my winnings are consecutive
Trillion dollar deficit
But y'all don't hear me though
All you bitches deaf as shit
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo
This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low
Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient
I'm checking these bitches like an application
Cause these bitches trippin' no navigation
So it's off with your head decapitation
Send em up in flames like a firemen
I do the hiring and I do the firing
That boss shit that you talk,
I live it
And I'm calling a travel
If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)
Freedom lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1:]
They never thank me for opening doors
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
'Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is so hateful
I remain a staple
My career's been a pink print
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophesy every thing I do?
But before I continue let me thank my crew
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine,
Baby & Slim came
Tez & E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
'Cause prior to me signing
I could've went insane
And even now I think do I really want this fame
Let me get up and go, 700 to go
Overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists
And I'm starting to show
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Verse 2:]
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99% of them, is nobody
Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
Niggas spend they last dime to say they copped the soonest
Why these niggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles
B-b-b-bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital
I'm just that vital
I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
Pink Friday in Macy's
Thongs and some pasties
(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? 'Cause I must've missed it)
12 milli to kick my feet up
Get ready this is the RE-UP
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Bridge:]
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Hiding baby
[x2:]
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya all for your
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
They never thank me for opening doors
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
'Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is so hateful
I remain a staple
My career's been a pink print
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophesy every thing I do?
But before I continue let me thank my crew
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine,
Baby & Slim came
Tez & E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
'Cause prior to me signing
I could've went insane
And even now I think do I really want this fame
Let me get up and go, 700 to go
Overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists
And I'm starting to show
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Verse 2:]
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99% of them, is nobody
Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
Niggas spend they last dime to say they copped the soonest
Why these niggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles
B-b-b-bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital
I'm just that vital
I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
Pink Friday in Macy's
Thongs and some pasties
(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? 'Cause I must've missed it)
12 milli to kick my feet up
Get ready this is the RE-UP
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Bridge:]
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Hiding baby
[x2:]
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya all for your
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
Hell Yeah lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Parker)
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, innin'
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when
Paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a GT vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But the good cheer
That's why my pocket on blimp like the good year, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 2]
But you're boring as fuck, though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playin', boss for real
When they go against the kid it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay
I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on idol
Huh?
Say cheese to that
When they see me on the screen check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura (ora) where Rita at?
Send a GT vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, innin'
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when
Paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a GT vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But the good cheer
That's why my pocket on blimp like the good year, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 2]
But you're boring as fuck, though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playin', boss for real
When they go against the kid it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay
I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on idol
Huh?
Say cheese to that
When they see me on the screen check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura (ora) where Rita at?
Send a GT vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
High School lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her mamma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her, "Make me some money," she tell me, "Make me a wife."
I tell that "Bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it's mine
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who else?
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself,
Lil Tune."
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Outro — Nicki Minaj:]
I know you want it, boy
I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her mamma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her, "Make me some money," she tell me, "Make me a wife."
I tell that "Bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it's mine
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who else?
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself,
Lil Tune."
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Outro — Nicki Minaj:]
I know you want it, boy
I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm Legit lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ciara)
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
Beat 'em like they stole something
Beat 'em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang give 'em 5 percent
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 2 — Nicki Minaj:]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
Beat 'em like they stole something
Beat 'em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang give 'em 5 percent
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 2 — Nicki Minaj:]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
I Endorse These Strippers lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx)
Now, I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
Now, I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I endorse young Mitt, I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous Conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with my pussy I am just that bored
I mean we could've went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bust a band in the VIP
My money can't fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit
Ooooh,
Boobs boobs boobs boobs lotta boobs
Man I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain't got no time for your silly feuds I'm with pretty gang at Sue's, rendezvous
Batman, I'm Robin, hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamanos!
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though I feed them bitches with papadeaux
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my motherfucking' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Tyga:]
Hey bitch, I'm T-Raw
Get on that pole and free fall
Heard my best friend fucked with you I said, "That's cool, now you do too."
Gettin' head in the carpool Her mouth draw like our school
Anaconda, part 2 I pull it out, that's all you, all-all you I'm tryna smash,
I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I'm a little nigga with a big wand, I ain't tryna brag
I'm Eli in that strip club, that money,
Got a quarter back I make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free She gon' probably have to pay me
Gettin dizzy all I do is spin
White ghost I'm floatin' She up and down that pole
But she ain't votin'
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Thomas Brinx:]
Now I endorse this paper, I endorse this liquor
I bust a band in the VIP and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split, she got a horse ass with her
She tryna bring home a friend and I enforce that nigga
I threw like 4 stacks nigga and then 4 more stacks nigga
I'm only just gettin' started, I blew a Porsche that minute
It's king of diamonds so starless onyx,
My whore got bitter cause I ain't call her this mornin', she almost torched my shit up (whoa)
When I hit a shopping spree oh shit I ball
Sorry but you can't get these at Lenox mall
Nah hoe, this ain't clearance at Americana
This that boy you better cuff ya baby mama
Copy, kinko, for Nicki show that pink hole
Drop it bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
House of 40 ratchet bitches and I treat 'em right
She fought me to get to Nicki, that's that shit I like
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
Now, I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I endorse young Mitt, I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous Conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with my pussy I am just that bored
I mean we could've went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bust a band in the VIP
My money can't fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit
Ooooh,
Boobs boobs boobs boobs lotta boobs
Man I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain't got no time for your silly feuds I'm with pretty gang at Sue's, rendezvous
Batman, I'm Robin, hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamanos!
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though I feed them bitches with papadeaux
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my motherfucking' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Tyga:]
Hey bitch, I'm T-Raw
Get on that pole and free fall
Heard my best friend fucked with you I said, "That's cool, now you do too."
Gettin' head in the carpool Her mouth draw like our school
Anaconda, part 2 I pull it out, that's all you, all-all you I'm tryna smash,
I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I'm a little nigga with a big wand, I ain't tryna brag
I'm Eli in that strip club, that money,
Got a quarter back I make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free She gon' probably have to pay me
Gettin dizzy all I do is spin
White ghost I'm floatin' She up and down that pole
But she ain't votin'
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Thomas Brinx:]
Now I endorse this paper, I endorse this liquor
I bust a band in the VIP and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split, she got a horse ass with her
She tryna bring home a friend and I enforce that nigga
I threw like 4 stacks nigga and then 4 more stacks nigga
I'm only just gettin' started, I blew a Porsche that minute
It's king of diamonds so starless onyx,
My whore got bitter cause I ain't call her this mornin', she almost torched my shit up (whoa)
When I hit a shopping spree oh shit I ball
Sorry but you can't get these at Lenox mall
Nah hoe, this ain't clearance at Americana
This that boy you better cuff ya baby mama
Copy, kinko, for Nicki show that pink hole
Drop it bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
House of 40 ratchet bitches and I treat 'em right
She fought me to get to Nicki, that's that shit I like
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
The Boys lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Cassie)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat diddy
Did you ever really love me Stevie?
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're premature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah, the Razor
She my son, yeah
But I ain't Raise her
Loose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
[Cassie:]
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Repeat]
The boys always spending all their money on love [4x]
[Nicki Minaj speaking:]
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie...
P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat diddy
Did you ever really love me Stevie?
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're premature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah, the Razor
She my son, yeah
But I ain't Raise her
Loose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
[Cassie:]
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Repeat]
The boys always spending all their money on love [4x]
[Nicki Minaj speaking:]
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie...
Encore '07 lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
Thank you
Thank you for coming out tonight
Ladies and gentlemen
I am the president of Dirty Money Records
(What the hell are you waiting for)
New York City (chea)
[Verse 1:]
Who you know fresher than Nick
Riddle me that
Mammi you itty bitty
Can't mirror me back
Everybody gon see where I'm lyrically at
Used to hate Nicki now they giving me dat
I live and I learn but I wait my turn
I'm always on the run got weight to burn
Ease off the gas then I make the turn
Three off the pass they don't play like her
Why I can't just be ill
Why when they see me bitches gotta go “ew”
Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills
Why I'm this hot and still didn't get a deal (chea)
The rain and the pain
I done paid my dues
I'm ready for the game
I done laced my shoes
Everything I say believe I'm gon do
Came out the coup petite with tall boots
[Chorus:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
I know you sick of all them girls
They're such a bore
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
After me there shall be no more
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
[Verse 2:]
Look what you made me do
Look what I made for you
Knew when I paid my dues
That I would aim for you
Straight from the streets of Queens and yet it seems
The only thing they know is that I push a beam
All they sees a pretty face
How I ride the base
So I put my hoodie down just to hide my face
They don't see the tears I cry, the fears I hide
Told me keep my cares inside, it's merely pride
Like my grandmother, I wonder if she next to pop
Said the next time I seen her she would be in a box (damn)
She was right, she was dead right
How was I to know that would be her last night (last night)
If I could turn back the time
Dear God, somehow could you press rewind
Won't come when I call, but he just in time
So I come when he call, like I'm next in line
When you got something good why the devil gotta ruin it
Guess she never know I be the best bitch doin it
[Sample: Linkin Park]
(Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
As be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
(I've become so numb)
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
Thank you
Thank you for coming out tonight
Ladies and gentlemen
I am the president of Dirty Money Records
(What the hell are you waiting for)
New York City (chea)
[Verse 1:]
Who you know fresher than Nick
Riddle me that
Mammi you itty bitty
Can't mirror me back
Everybody gon see where I'm lyrically at
Used to hate Nicki now they giving me dat
I live and I learn but I wait my turn
I'm always on the run got weight to burn
Ease off the gas then I make the turn
Three off the pass they don't play like her
Why I can't just be ill
Why when they see me bitches gotta go “ew”
Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills
Why I'm this hot and still didn't get a deal (chea)
The rain and the pain
I done paid my dues
I'm ready for the game
I done laced my shoes
Everything I say believe I'm gon do
Came out the coup petite with tall boots
[Chorus:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
I know you sick of all them girls
They're such a bore
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
After me there shall be no more
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
[Verse 2:]
Look what you made me do
Look what I made for you
Knew when I paid my dues
That I would aim for you
Straight from the streets of Queens and yet it seems
The only thing they know is that I push a beam
All they sees a pretty face
How I ride the base
So I put my hoodie down just to hide my face
They don't see the tears I cry, the fears I hide
Told me keep my cares inside, it's merely pride
Like my grandmother, I wonder if she next to pop
Said the next time I seen her she would be in a box (damn)
She was right, she was dead right
How was I to know that would be her last night (last night)
If I could turn back the time
Dear God, somehow could you press rewind
Won't come when I call, but he just in time
So I come when he call, like I'm next in line
When you got something good why the devil gotta ruin it
Guess she never know I be the best bitch doin it
[Sample: Linkin Park]
(Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
As be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
(I've become so numb)
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
Ease Up lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ru Spits)
[Hook:]
Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up)
In the back when you rolling your trees up (trees up)
Where my niggas that getting they freeze up
And getting they tease up, just tell em to ease up (ease up)
I don’t know what they take me for
And I don’t know what they hate me for -- I get cake fo-sho
And I don’t know how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
[Verse 1:]
These broke niggas always reading up
Niggas see me in the beam and they speeding up
I’m like duke holler at me when your G’s are up
Oh, that’s the Kanye piece? Throw your Jesus up
When I say I’m bout my gwop, I don’t me a-molie
It’s like I’m being watched, I don’t me a rollie
I’m half past 7′o clock all by my lonely
Spits got the dessie on cock and wanna bone me (Blocka)
Bitches getting mad cause they know they can’t stop her
Nickname should be TV the way they watch her
Run with a shotter
Gotta be at least 6 feet to break me off proper
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I’m at the bar getting Rémy on rocks
I’m coming for these rap bitches if they ready or not (yeah)
You know the girl, I already was hot
You tell em fuck a new bitch, I want a veteran spot
Look, it’s Nicki M. in the place so stay back
I stay around the white like I’m Pat Sajak
Plus I had my A game up since 8-track
I’m Diddy with the flow, “Take that, take that”
My flow say (cha-ching) and my flow say (cheese)
I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze
Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em
Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick em
[Singing:]
If you wanna me sweat me, then baby let me
Tell you I’m not like them other girls you been with
Cause I know you think I’m sexy, you wanna sex me
Rolling with the fifth, we make hits, when make chips, bitch
[Verse 3: Ru Spits]
I don’t know what you chasing dog
Cause I don’t got patience for (nope, nope)
All these dudes that be hating ya’ll
Cause money we be taking more, getting cake for sure
Only think about making more
Grey Azzure make drag, let it scrape the floor
Don’t get mad when I take your broad
Rock stone, can’t trace the flaw
So in a way, I guess you could say I was made to ball
Act out and the K applaud
Me and Nicki gon’ pave the course
You wanna play the boss, you gon' learn how to take a loss
Of course I’m back, kid still torch the track
Getting paper like Office Max
Branch house with the horse to match
Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the mack
So, G’s up, niggas get your B’s up
Chick act up, tell a ho to ease up
In the back of the club, home roll that weed up
If you wanna jump bad, a beat down’s the out come
[Hook]
Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up)
In the back when you rolling your trees up (trees up)
Where my niggas that getting they freeze up
And getting they tease up, just tell em to ease up (ease up)
I don’t know what they take me for
And I don’t know what they hate me for -- I get cake fo-sho
And I don’t know how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
[Verse 1:]
These broke niggas always reading up
Niggas see me in the beam and they speeding up
I’m like duke holler at me when your G’s are up
Oh, that’s the Kanye piece? Throw your Jesus up
When I say I’m bout my gwop, I don’t me a-molie
It’s like I’m being watched, I don’t me a rollie
I’m half past 7′o clock all by my lonely
Spits got the dessie on cock and wanna bone me (Blocka)
Bitches getting mad cause they know they can’t stop her
Nickname should be TV the way they watch her
Run with a shotter
Gotta be at least 6 feet to break me off proper
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I’m at the bar getting Rémy on rocks
I’m coming for these rap bitches if they ready or not (yeah)
You know the girl, I already was hot
You tell em fuck a new bitch, I want a veteran spot
Look, it’s Nicki M. in the place so stay back
I stay around the white like I’m Pat Sajak
Plus I had my A game up since 8-track
I’m Diddy with the flow, “Take that, take that”
My flow say (cha-ching) and my flow say (cheese)
I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze
Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em
Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick em
[Singing:]
If you wanna me sweat me, then baby let me
Tell you I’m not like them other girls you been with
Cause I know you think I’m sexy, you wanna sex me
Rolling with the fifth, we make hits, when make chips, bitch
[Verse 3: Ru Spits]
I don’t know what you chasing dog
Cause I don’t got patience for (nope, nope)
All these dudes that be hating ya’ll
Cause money we be taking more, getting cake for sure
Only think about making more
Grey Azzure make drag, let it scrape the floor
Don’t get mad when I take your broad
Rock stone, can’t trace the flaw
So in a way, I guess you could say I was made to ball
Act out and the K applaud
Me and Nicki gon’ pave the course
You wanna play the boss, you gon' learn how to take a loss
Of course I’m back, kid still torch the track
Getting paper like Office Max
Branch house with the horse to match
Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the mack
So, G’s up, niggas get your B’s up
Chick act up, tell a ho to ease up
In the back of the club, home roll that weed up
If you wanna jump bad, a beat down’s the out come
[Hook]
Sunshine lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Gravy)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo... yo, yo yo yo, hold the doe
Let me get up on the floor like Mardi Gras
Like every time I rhyme I sun the shine
Lil mama, you a bird like you done some time
Every, every time I spit it's a massacre
So they better more fast like nas-acar
Everyone want a dime, I'm, I'm the best
When I get up in the club I grind the best
You don't know, you better respect me
I'm with a tryfit, affidicuous Nicki
I am the one, like Tracy McGrady
Now little daddy let me, let me upgrade ya
Come on, I make it hot, see I'm a hot one
I keep the stack & let Max play the shotgun
I'm in the good car, always with a hood star
Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Good Bar
[Hook x2:]
Get up on my level niggas, get it up
Gettin Dirty Money figures, throw it up
Get up on my level bitches, get it up
Drink some Dirty Money bitches, get a cup
[Verse 2: Gravy]
It's frego daddy, grade V of coarse
God Willing coming soon, I'm the good of New York
I shine like VVS stones in the dark
Take a seat, when you here me like Rosa Parks
Fuck the chit chat
Let's talk guns & drugs, you with that?
Tryin' to see a mill or two, fuck who I'm better than
Rollin up on a dutch, you know I need my medicine
It's high noon & I'm the nigga that shot the sheriff
Me & Nicki's like Bonnie & Clyde, don't be embarrassed
I'm sort of like a rabbit the way I love my cabbage
But I Still watch for 5-0 like I'm Garret
08′ Challenger lookin' like Dukes of Hazzard
Turn it into a coupe, and now the roofs gone
Word to Nicki Minaj with daisy dukes on
See it's Max-a-millie-on, chumps so move on
Before I Get like a auto-bot and transform
Too Hot & I ain't Mims
I flip bricks while you little clown still buyin' rims
Who's in charge, stop frontin' like I ain't him
I'm sect, 5th ave, you still shop at Fims
Superstar with the Audemar & a pair of Tims
Who you're wives screwing? Flossin', I been doin'
Fuckers
[Hook x2]
Yo... yo, yo yo yo, hold the doe
Let me get up on the floor like Mardi Gras
Like every time I rhyme I sun the shine
Lil mama, you a bird like you done some time
Every, every time I spit it's a massacre
So they better more fast like nas-acar
Everyone want a dime, I'm, I'm the best
When I get up in the club I grind the best
You don't know, you better respect me
I'm with a tryfit, affidicuous Nicki
I am the one, like Tracy McGrady
Now little daddy let me, let me upgrade ya
Come on, I make it hot, see I'm a hot one
I keep the stack & let Max play the shotgun
I'm in the good car, always with a hood star
Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Good Bar
[Hook x2:]
Get up on my level niggas, get it up
Gettin Dirty Money figures, throw it up
Get up on my level bitches, get it up
Drink some Dirty Money bitches, get a cup
[Verse 2: Gravy]
It's frego daddy, grade V of coarse
God Willing coming soon, I'm the good of New York
I shine like VVS stones in the dark
Take a seat, when you here me like Rosa Parks
Fuck the chit chat
Let's talk guns & drugs, you with that?
Tryin' to see a mill or two, fuck who I'm better than
Rollin up on a dutch, you know I need my medicine
It's high noon & I'm the nigga that shot the sheriff
Me & Nicki's like Bonnie & Clyde, don't be embarrassed
I'm sort of like a rabbit the way I love my cabbage
But I Still watch for 5-0 like I'm Garret
08′ Challenger lookin' like Dukes of Hazzard
Turn it into a coupe, and now the roofs gone
Word to Nicki Minaj with daisy dukes on
See it's Max-a-millie-on, chumps so move on
Before I Get like a auto-bot and transform
Too Hot & I ain't Mims
I flip bricks while you little clown still buyin' rims
Who's in charge, stop frontin' like I ain't him
I'm sect, 5th ave, you still shop at Fims
Superstar with the Audemar & a pair of Tims
Who you're wives screwing? Flossin', I been doin'
Fuckers
[Hook x2]
Can't Stop Won't Stop lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
Good morning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
1-900-Ms-Minaj lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Hell Rell, Red Café, Murda Mook, Ransom & Gravy)
Young Big Mike
Dirty Money
And The New Problem in the Game
She Go By the Name of 'Nicki Minaj'
As Ms.Minaj if ya Nasty (ta-ta)
This Shit Right here
Is the Motherfuckin' Mixtape
"Playtime is Over"
Find ya one, I don't Co-sign No Bullshit
No More Talk, lets Get it Poppin'!
[Phone Rings]
Yes Sir! Young Big Mike
Nicki Minaj!
Lets get into Another Brand new Joint
This Shit Right Here is Called '1-900'!
Nicki Minaj, Dirty Money!
[Nicki Moans]
Shout Out to Fendi, Gravy!
Shout Out to the Whole Young Money!
Weezy, What's Poppin'
[Nicki:]
[Nicki Moans]
Uha, That tickles
Hey...
[Slurp]
You've Reached...
Nicki Minaj...
and umm...
Uha I Can't Come to the Phone Right Now 'Cause...
I'm Sitting on your Favorite Rapper's Face
[Nicki Giggles]
Umm...
[Nicki Moans]
Anyway...
As Soon as I Get up...
Uha, I'll Call you back
Ba
Dirty Money
And The New Problem in the Game
She Go By the Name of 'Nicki Minaj'
As Ms.Minaj if ya Nasty (ta-ta)
This Shit Right here
Is the Motherfuckin' Mixtape
"Playtime is Over"
Find ya one, I don't Co-sign No Bullshit
No More Talk, lets Get it Poppin'!
[Phone Rings]
Yes Sir! Young Big Mike
Nicki Minaj!
Lets get into Another Brand new Joint
This Shit Right Here is Called '1-900'!
Nicki Minaj, Dirty Money!
[Nicki Moans]
Shout Out to Fendi, Gravy!
Shout Out to the Whole Young Money!
Weezy, What's Poppin'
[Nicki:]
[Nicki Moans]
Uha, That tickles
Hey...
[Slurp]
You've Reached...
Nicki Minaj...
and umm...
Uha I Can't Come to the Phone Right Now 'Cause...
I'm Sitting on your Favorite Rapper's Face
[Nicki Giggles]
Umm...
[Nicki Moans]
Anyway...
As Soon as I Get up...
Uha, I'll Call you back
Ba
Boss Ass Bitch (Remix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj (with PTAF)
[PTAF]
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass
[Nicki]
Yo, I employ these niggas
They be grown men, but I little-boy these niggas
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas
But I never iPhone, Android these niggas
Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these niggas
More money than em', I'ma son all these niggas
I ain't shopping, but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put em' on time-out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday- Play with my pussy day!
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy cakin'
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
You can eat it with a pussy reservation
Pussy 'bout to get a standing ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
Aw man, slow down
I'ma give you somethin' that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'ma make a movie still kill bill for that
'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom gown?
What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?
Now you all up in the store 'cause you wanna be down?
I said, rule #1 to be a boss ass bitch:
Never let a clown nigga try to play you
If he play you, then rule #2:
Fuck his best friends, then make 'em yes-men
And get a dick pic, and then you press send
And send a red heart and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how your pussy tastes
And that's rule #3, I'm the school T
My wrists look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
If he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz
I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses
I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Every time I fuck him, yes I tell him this is his
Look down at it, and I said, "This is big."
And my game is so cold, I said, "This is rigged."
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell them bitches cross they t's and dot they I
I came back, bitches flows still boring
I said, "Damn man, go back to whoring."
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York, nigga buck
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot
But on the real, I'm album mode
Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
I hear you!
When I'm back on the prowl,
You bitches better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you!
Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit ripped off!
When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit ripped off!
I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is [2x]
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Young Money who the 5 star bitch is
Who the 5 star bitch is [2x]
Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass
[Nicki]
Yo, I employ these niggas
They be grown men, but I little-boy these niggas
Want the cookie, so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas
But I never iPhone, Android these niggas
Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these niggas
More money than em', I'ma son all these niggas
I ain't shopping, but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put em' on time-out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn, is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday- Play with my pussy day!
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy cakin'
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
You can eat it with a pussy reservation
Pussy 'bout to get a standing ovation
Clap, clap, clap for this pussy, nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
Aw man, slow down
I'ma give you somethin' that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'ma make a movie still kill bill for that
'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom gown?
What the fuck, I ain't smokin' hot, bust me down?
You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?
Now you all up in the store 'cause you wanna be down?
I said, rule #1 to be a boss ass bitch:
Never let a clown nigga try to play you
If he play you, then rule #2:
Fuck his best friends, then make 'em yes-men
And get a dick pic, and then you press send
And send a red heart and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how your pussy tastes
And that's rule #3, I'm the school T
My wrists look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
If he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz
I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses
I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Every time I fuck him, yes I tell him this is his
Look down at it, and I said, "This is big."
And my game is so cold, I said, "This is rigged."
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell them bitches cross they t's and dot they I
I came back, bitches flows still boring
I said, "Damn man, go back to whoring."
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York, nigga buck
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot
But on the real, I'm album mode
Just dropped this freestyle 'fore these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound
When I come back, they better not make a sound
I hear you!
When I'm back on the prowl,
You bitches better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you!
Uh, okay, I order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I'll go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit ripped off!
When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit ripped off!
I'm a boss, I'm a boss
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is [2x]
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Young Money who the 5 star bitch is
Who the 5 star bitch is [2x]
Ask Birdman who the 5 star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 star bitch is
Bring It Back lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Y'all must not know who I am
I don get to the spot till 2 am
Don't be mad lil mama cuz you not in
Errbody wanna roll with the crew I'm in
They wanna know why I'm posted at the bar
I tell 'em that I'm just singing posters at the bar
But really, I on know why I'm posted at the bar
You bitches act up I got the toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout my muscles
At the club every day but that hoe ain't me
Cuz I be home with the scale like Do Ray Mi
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I hate a dude that be actin' like he get dough
But you know money short like Sisco
Actin' like he got funds for days
Tryna act like a man, yeah the one with dame
I hate a dude with a mad bling-a-bling
That shit don't make up for no wack ding-a-ling
I hate a dude that be pushin' a Benz
Or he live with his mother, or he stay with his friends
Nigga please, what the fuck you done for me
Say you're under company but can't have company
I guess the Lord jus' be tryna humble me
How the fuck you eatin' tuna and its not bumblebee
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I hate a girl that be stuntin' in the game
Iced out chain with a best friend name
Cuz them the girls that be swervin' in my lane
Why they lookin' for change in they boyfriend Range
I hate a clown touch down to my town
When the cheque comes she short like bust down
I hate a girl stay singin' in public
Everywhere I got they be singin' some dumb shit
Fuck her gettin' a deal, I had one too
I hate a girl that see her man and say , that's my boo
It make you mad when they front like they right
They need help like they only got 5 on it
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I don get to the spot till 2 am
Don't be mad lil mama cuz you not in
Errbody wanna roll with the crew I'm in
They wanna know why I'm posted at the bar
I tell 'em that I'm just singing posters at the bar
But really, I on know why I'm posted at the bar
You bitches act up I got the toaster by the bar
I get cake cuz I always got a hustle
I pump weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout my muscles
At the club every day but that hoe ain't me
Cuz I be home with the scale like Do Ray Mi
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I hate a dude that be actin' like he get dough
But you know money short like Sisco
Actin' like he got funds for days
Tryna act like a man, yeah the one with dame
I hate a dude with a mad bling-a-bling
That shit don't make up for no wack ding-a-ling
I hate a dude that be pushin' a Benz
Or he live with his mother, or he stay with his friends
Nigga please, what the fuck you done for me
Say you're under company but can't have company
I guess the Lord jus' be tryna humble me
How the fuck you eatin' tuna and its not bumblebee
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
I hate a girl that be stuntin' in the game
Iced out chain with a best friend name
Cuz them the girls that be swervin' in my lane
Why they lookin' for change in they boyfriend Range
I hate a clown touch down to my town
When the cheque comes she short like bust down
I hate a girl stay singin' in public
Everywhere I got they be singin' some dumb shit
Fuck her gettin' a deal, I had one too
I hate a girl that see her man and say , that's my boo
It make you mad when they front like they right
They need help like they only got 5 on it
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
Tell 'em to bring it back, tell 'em to bring it back
When I step up in the spa that's a rap
I do my 2 step one time with a snap
I do my new step, two times with a clap
On me, get a glass, on me, bring it back
Chi-Raq lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Herb)
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time
Sign up, it's recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
I don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga
I cop Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't best buy em
These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Looking ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnapping and then rob niggas
Call D-rock for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas get a GED
And I tease niggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
[Hook - Lil Herb:]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
[Verse 2 - Lil Herb:]
I'm a young nigga I be getting money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas get no respect
I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's gon come with me
I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed
Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me
You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don't say no names
If you talk to cop I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Putting my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position nigga better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killing your shit
On a couple tracks i just never played it
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
[Hook - Lil Herb]
[Lil Herb:]
Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?
Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time
Sign up, it's recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
I don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga
I cop Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't best buy em
These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Looking ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnapping and then rob niggas
Call D-rock for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas get a GED
And I tease niggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
[Hook - Lil Herb:]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
[Verse 2 - Lil Herb:]
I'm a young nigga I be getting money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas get no respect
I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's gon come with me
I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed
Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me
You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don't say no names
If you talk to cop I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Putting my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position nigga better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killing your shit
On a couple tracks i just never played it
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
[Hook - Lil Herb]
[Lil Herb:]
Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?
Flawless (Remix) lyrics - Beyonce (feat. Nicki Minaj)
Dum-da-de-da
Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
On that chardonnay, scoring touchdowns on yo runway
I'm Texas forever like Bun B, and I'm redboned yo
Billion Ring like Donjae, I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!)
You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin' on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn, God damn
I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn't change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I'm the shit (what you want I'm the shit)
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn
(Onika)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
[Beyonce:]
(Them bitches thirsty, I'm Hungarian
Nicki, Bey, be eatin' diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol
'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain't no fuckin' soap involved, uh
It's every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and Bey
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin with queen Bey
If you ain't on the team, you playin' for team D
'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters
This watch right here done faced blizzards
I confess, I woke up like this
All this drank in my cup like this
All this ass on that flawless dick
Instagram another flawless pic
Flawless city with these flawless titties
I've got all these hundreds, you've got all them fifties
I'm with some flawless bitches because they be mobbin' pretty
'Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly
Throw that ass back I be on my frisbee
Princess cut diamonds on my Disney
He want monster Nicki in Sri Lanka
I told 'em meet me at the trump, Ivanka
I said come here let me show you how this cookie tastes
This that yeah, nigga, eat the cookie face
(Right, Right, Right)
Do, do, do, do, do, do
(Coming down, dripping candy on the ground)
It's that Yoncé, your Yoncé in that lingerie
On that chardonnay, scoring touchdowns on yo runway
I'm Texas forever like Bun B, and I'm redboned yo
Billion Ring like Donjae, I'm camo in here yo
These thots can't clock me nowadays
You wish I was your pound cake
Boy you know I look good as fuck
You wish I was your babymomma
Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no
We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
Of course sometimes shit go down
When it's a billion dollars on an elevator
(Ha, ha, God damn, God damn, God damn)
Momma taught me good home training
My Daddy taught me how to love my haters
My sister told me I should speak my mind
My man made me feel so God damn fine (I'm flawless!)
You wake up, flawless
Post up, flawless
Ridin' round in it, flawless
Flossin' on that, flawless
This diamond, flawless
My diamond, flawless
This rock, flawless
My Roc, flawless
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
I woke up like this, I woke up like this
We flawless, ladies tell 'em
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn
Say "I look so good tonight"
God damn, God damn, God damn
I wake up looking this good
And I wouldn't change it if I could
(If I could, if I, if I, could)
And you can say what you want
I'm the shit (what you want I'm the shit)
I'm the shit, I'm the shit, I'm the shit
I want everyone to feel like this, tonight
God damn, God damn, God damn
(Onika)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian
Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian
[Beyonce:]
(Them bitches thirsty, I'm Hungarian
Nicki, Bey, be eatin' diamond fangs, barbarian, ah)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me
Propofol, I know they hope I fall
But tell 'em winning is my motherfuckin' protocol
'Cause I score before I ever throw the ball
These bitches washed up and ain't no fuckin' soap involved, uh
It's every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and Bey
Curvalicious, pussy served delicious
Mayday mayday, earth to bitches
Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh
The queen of rap, slayin with queen Bey
If you ain't on the team, you playin' for team D
'Cause we A-listers, we paid sisters
This watch right here done faced blizzards
I confess, I woke up like this
All this drank in my cup like this
All this ass on that flawless dick
Instagram another flawless pic
Flawless city with these flawless titties
I've got all these hundreds, you've got all them fifties
I'm with some flawless bitches because they be mobbin' pretty
'Cause niggas love bad bitches that be on they grizzly
Throw that ass back I be on my frisbee
Princess cut diamonds on my Disney
He want monster Nicki in Sri Lanka
I told 'em meet me at the trump, Ivanka
I said come here let me show you how this cookie tastes
This that yeah, nigga, eat the cookie face
(Right, Right, Right)
Here And There (Girl You Bad) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Ayo Corey, Listen man, If there's one thing I can't stand
It's you know these nondescripts
Acting like they don't know who the hell I am
You know what I mean, So that's why I gotta run down
I'm Nicki Minaj Nicki Lewinski, The black Hannah Montana
When I do it it get done (done done)
You must not know who I am
I don't get the spot 'till 2am
Don't be mad lil mama cause you not in
Everybody wanna roll with the crew I'm in
Look
They wanna know why I'm posted at the bar
I tell them I'm just signing posters at the bar
But really y'all know why I'm posted at the bar
Y'all bitches act up I got the toaster by the bar
I get cake 'cus I always got a hustle
I prompt weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout muscle
Club everyday but that ho ain't me
Cause I be home with the scale like do-ray-me
I mean I walk like Onami, I mean Naomi
I keep the thing on me
And you know it ain't a bitch that's got a thing on me
That's why he wanna go and put a ring on me
He be like, Oh God girl you bad
He be like, Oh God girl you bad
I be like, a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
You must not know who I be
On my way to ti chi of the l.i.e
Don't be mad cause you not a ninja like me
Think she badder than Nicki thats a l.i.e
Bitches know I'm half gone, I got my skii mask on
You bitches is too busy getting T-bagged on
When I do it, it get done, two sticks in my bun
Pull up in the 6hun, They be fixin the run
Corset Louis Vuitton it be up in my boobs
I just left petite Vuitton let me buckle my shoes
Hold on lil daddy let me fix my soup
I got that presidential cooch
When he see it he salute
I am the mistress, Stay with a rasta
If you get at him, I'll turn your brain into pasta
In spaceships yep we came in with NASA
Even out in Mars we the stars, Oh my god
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
We be like, a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
You must not know who I are
Sucka sucka mc's call me siyar
I'm the ninja my adlibs say hi-ya
Konichiwa sayonara
Listen, I am the girl, The girl they call Nicki
I am young Nicki and Nicki so picky
And I am like Jada, Halle and Kimora
No I'm not in church but this is Christian Dior
I'm not impressed, I'm not impressed with you
I'mma need alot of cheese and some mustard too
Cause I get more green then the vegetable
They say I'm rude, Yeah I'm rude like huxtable
I mean Rudy, I'm tutti fruity
And I got some good cookies so they blew it and took it
I'm so Marylin Monroe
When the wind blow I'm Marylin Monroe
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
We be like a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
It's you know these nondescripts
Acting like they don't know who the hell I am
You know what I mean, So that's why I gotta run down
I'm Nicki Minaj Nicki Lewinski, The black Hannah Montana
When I do it it get done (done done)
You must not know who I am
I don't get the spot 'till 2am
Don't be mad lil mama cause you not in
Everybody wanna roll with the crew I'm in
Look
They wanna know why I'm posted at the bar
I tell them I'm just signing posters at the bar
But really y'all know why I'm posted at the bar
Y'all bitches act up I got the toaster by the bar
I get cake 'cus I always got a hustle
I prompt weight and I ain't talkin' 'bout muscle
Club everyday but that ho ain't me
Cause I be home with the scale like do-ray-me
I mean I walk like Onami, I mean Naomi
I keep the thing on me
And you know it ain't a bitch that's got a thing on me
That's why he wanna go and put a ring on me
He be like, Oh God girl you bad
He be like, Oh God girl you bad
I be like, a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
You must not know who I be
On my way to ti chi of the l.i.e
Don't be mad cause you not a ninja like me
Think she badder than Nicki thats a l.i.e
Bitches know I'm half gone, I got my skii mask on
You bitches is too busy getting T-bagged on
When I do it, it get done, two sticks in my bun
Pull up in the 6hun, They be fixin the run
Corset Louis Vuitton it be up in my boobs
I just left petite Vuitton let me buckle my shoes
Hold on lil daddy let me fix my soup
I got that presidential cooch
When he see it he salute
I am the mistress, Stay with a rasta
If you get at him, I'll turn your brain into pasta
In spaceships yep we came in with NASA
Even out in Mars we the stars, Oh my god
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
We be like, a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
You must not know who I are
Sucka sucka mc's call me siyar
I'm the ninja my adlibs say hi-ya
Konichiwa sayonara
Listen, I am the girl, The girl they call Nicki
I am young Nicki and Nicki so picky
And I am like Jada, Halle and Kimora
No I'm not in church but this is Christian Dior
I'm not impressed, I'm not impressed with you
I'mma need alot of cheese and some mustard too
Cause I get more green then the vegetable
They say I'm rude, Yeah I'm rude like huxtable
I mean Rudy, I'm tutti fruity
And I got some good cookies so they blew it and took it
I'm so Marylin Monroe
When the wind blow I'm Marylin Monroe
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
They be like, Oh God girl you bad
We be like a million here a million there there
A milli in the air I mean in the lair lair
I Got Next lyrics - Nicki Minaj
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
This is for the little girls that say ,Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city you don't act all sadiddy
You be all on the block or posted up in the drop
And everybody get a band whether you like it or not
But how you girls blow up and don't come to the hood
And how they raise their nose up like they don't come from the hood
Most of them be in sight till it's time for picture
That's why everything they write be a contradiction
I tell 'em I do it for the love I do it for the hugs
I do it for the bus, I do it for the thugs
I do it for the rich I do it for the poor
I do it for the kid that can't do no more
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
This is for my lil homies that be asking for kisses
When I'm granting their wishes they be passing their digits
Carry up on the block getting screwed by the cop
Cutting school getting off whether they like it or not
They'll break in your dough might break your jaw
They'll bring back a lot if you bring them an o
But what you really ain't know they airborne for start
With the ball in the gutter they can't turn no dodge
No matter the scauldron lieutenant or sergent
Aitforce the army airforce in army
For tits is on em no heat is on em
'Cause grand mama prayed that he'd leave the corner
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
I remember when I was everything in the fire
I know I got fire 23's on my tire
Shout out to my brothers Jelani and Micaiah
Thanks to the Messiah my money getting higher
One time for my niggas that be hugging the block
Two times for my niggas that be ducking the cop
Three times for my girls that pushing their own ride
Still she ain't no ride 'cause bitches they don't like
Sometimes you get mad when I blaze the gun
I see you without a man might erased your sun
But look when you blow up everybody gon' shut up
This goes out to everybody on the coma
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
This is for the little girls that say ,Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city you don't act all sadiddy
You be all on the block or posted up in the drop
And everybody get a band whether you like it or not
But how you girls blow up and don't come to the hood
And how they raise their nose up like they don't come from the hood
Most of them be in sight till it's time for picture
That's why everything they write be a contradiction
I tell 'em I do it for the love I do it for the hugs
I do it for the bus, I do it for the thugs
I do it for the rich I do it for the poor
I do it for the kid that can't do no more
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
This is for my lil homies that be asking for kisses
When I'm granting their wishes they be passing their digits
Carry up on the block getting screwed by the cop
Cutting school getting off whether they like it or not
They'll break in your dough might break your jaw
They'll bring back a lot if you bring them an o
But what you really ain't know they airborne for start
With the ball in the gutter they can't turn no dodge
No matter the scauldron lieutenant or sergent
Aitforce the army airforce in army
For tits is on em no heat is on em
'Cause grand mama prayed that he'd leave the corner
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
I remember when I was everything in the fire
I know I got fire 23's on my tire
Shout out to my brothers Jelani and Micaiah
Thanks to the Messiah my money getting higher
One time for my niggas that be hugging the block
Two times for my niggas that be ducking the cop
Three times for my girls that pushing their own ride
Still she ain't no ride 'cause bitches they don't like
Sometimes you get mad when I blaze the gun
I see you without a man might erased your sun
But look when you blow up everybody gon' shut up
This goes out to everybody on the coma
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it
I Love My Range Rover lyrics - Nicki Minaj
She's so pretty
She know they want her but
She's so sididdy
They can't afford her but
All the boys there when she comes around my way
Straight out the driveway head to the highway
Red light, green light, got the best moves
Headlights beam bright got the best boobs
I call her double R my rough rider
We hit a couple malls then I remind her
Cuz on the road of life she is the spokesmodel
Her body tighter than a coke bottle
She super charge cars anything for Minaj
And she could only park in the superstar garage
'Cause she-she-she-she bad if anybody ask
Her bags is boss cuz her leather so soft
If it ain't of been softer tell 'em raise the offer
Used to fuck with a yellow bitch named Porsche
N-n-now it's me and her she say it's you Minaj
Red underneath her shoe, that's Louie Vuitton
La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
She's so dope
You know she even help me transport the dope
That mama stay around that white like the pope
They get the canine but they can't smell the coke
Now you tell me why is it,
Now you tell me why is it
Don't need the ricker's visit
That is beacause I'm about the colour of the ghecko lizard
She L-Lewinsky hold ya bosses
Come around town 300 horses
Power she devour got them gettin' divorces
I don't stop for officers
And now we hit hydrolics
That's for the left turn
We dive the piece she got more horses than a western
You know she beat weight so she don't eat late
A vegetarian and she sippin' on that V8
They try to gas her they try to put it in her
You can't pass her, she faster than a TV dinner
Her liquors poppin'
We call it armarol
We chuck the deuces up
La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
She know they want her but
She's so sididdy
They can't afford her but
All the boys there when she comes around my way
Straight out the driveway head to the highway
Red light, green light, got the best moves
Headlights beam bright got the best boobs
I call her double R my rough rider
We hit a couple malls then I remind her
Cuz on the road of life she is the spokesmodel
Her body tighter than a coke bottle
She super charge cars anything for Minaj
And she could only park in the superstar garage
'Cause she-she-she-she bad if anybody ask
Her bags is boss cuz her leather so soft
If it ain't of been softer tell 'em raise the offer
Used to fuck with a yellow bitch named Porsche
N-n-now it's me and her she say it's you Minaj
Red underneath her shoe, that's Louie Vuitton
La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
She's so dope
You know she even help me transport the dope
That mama stay around that white like the pope
They get the canine but they can't smell the coke
Now you tell me why is it,
Now you tell me why is it
Don't need the ricker's visit
That is beacause I'm about the colour of the ghecko lizard
She L-Lewinsky hold ya bosses
Come around town 300 horses
Power she devour got them gettin' divorces
I don't stop for officers
And now we hit hydrolics
That's for the left turn
We dive the piece she got more horses than a western
You know she beat weight so she don't eat late
A vegetarian and she sippin' on that V8
They try to gas her they try to put it in her
You can't pass her, she faster than a TV dinner
Her liquors poppin'
We call it armarol
We chuck the deuces up
La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Letter To Lil Wayne lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Dear Wayne
If this shit ever gets to you
Listen to me, There’s some things
I should have said to you
First of all
Every rapper need to bow to you
As a fan man I really am proud of you
Second of all I gotta say thanks
You really did alot
For my out of state banks
With that being said
Lets get down to the real
I still don’t understand
What went down with the deal
And I been waiting on you
Just to give me the word
You know, A couple nouns
And a couple of verbs
I do it for them girls
That be flippin’ the bird
Tryna get up out the hood
And get into the ‘burbs
But everything you said
Was it just pretend?
Maybe it was all a game like ESPN
I don’t really care if they hate on you
I be turning down meetings
Just to wait on you
But what I don’t understand is
Why you told them you signed me
If you wasn’t ready
To get totally behind me
I mean honestly, How could you deny me?
You know you’re Harry
And I’ll always be Hermione
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart
Dear Wayne
I’m writing another letter cause
You never did respond
It’s been a couple months
See when I speak
I say what people wanna hear
So this will be the last thing
That they gonna hear
But this will be the realest shit
That I ever wrote
You see me falling
Why you never sent down a rope?
I woulda climbed up
But now my times up
I swear to God man
I thought you had it lined up
But if the Lord
Had a head of thorns
Who am I but a broad
With some metaphors
Knockin’ on a set of doors
Knockin’ on heavens doors
Let’s play a game, Just for pretend
Could we play a game?
Lets act like you coming to me
Like you laced up your shoes
Started running to me
And you was running out of breath
But you kept going
‘Cause you finally realized what you slept on
You could take your own life
And you’re a sinner, I made you dinner
But you better be a hell of a sprinter
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I done pulled the trigger
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart
If this shit ever gets to you
Listen to me, There’s some things
I should have said to you
First of all
Every rapper need to bow to you
As a fan man I really am proud of you
Second of all I gotta say thanks
You really did alot
For my out of state banks
With that being said
Lets get down to the real
I still don’t understand
What went down with the deal
And I been waiting on you
Just to give me the word
You know, A couple nouns
And a couple of verbs
I do it for them girls
That be flippin’ the bird
Tryna get up out the hood
And get into the ‘burbs
But everything you said
Was it just pretend?
Maybe it was all a game like ESPN
I don’t really care if they hate on you
I be turning down meetings
Just to wait on you
But what I don’t understand is
Why you told them you signed me
If you wasn’t ready
To get totally behind me
I mean honestly, How could you deny me?
You know you’re Harry
And I’ll always be Hermione
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart
Dear Wayne
I’m writing another letter cause
You never did respond
It’s been a couple months
See when I speak
I say what people wanna hear
So this will be the last thing
That they gonna hear
But this will be the realest shit
That I ever wrote
You see me falling
Why you never sent down a rope?
I woulda climbed up
But now my times up
I swear to God man
I thought you had it lined up
But if the Lord
Had a head of thorns
Who am I but a broad
With some metaphors
Knockin’ on a set of doors
Knockin’ on heavens doors
Let’s play a game, Just for pretend
Could we play a game?
Lets act like you coming to me
Like you laced up your shoes
Started running to me
And you was running out of breath
But you kept going
‘Cause you finally realized what you slept on
You could take your own life
And you’re a sinner, I made you dinner
But you better be a hell of a sprinter
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I done pulled the trigger
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart
Lookin Ass lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Intro:]
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas
[Verse 1:]
Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas
After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all bitch ass niggas
Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas
Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas
Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout "It's paid off" but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga
Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas
Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga
Nigga, nigga, look at y'all
Can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob ass niggas
I ain't gotta check for y'all
But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I 'on't want sex, give a fuck about your ex
I 'on't even want a text from y'all niggas
I'm rapin' you niggas
Look at this pic, look what the fuck I gave to you niggas
Ain't feelin' these niggas
Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas
[Hook:]
All I, All I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be
All I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know it, and you know it
Look at what, reason
[Verse 2:]
Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club
One bottle full of bub' ass niggas
Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas
Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas
Same cup in the hand ass nigga
In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga
No dick in the pants ass nigga
I be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga
I will, I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga
I would never lie
Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai
Pussy, you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie
Pussy ass nigga, you high
Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski
Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see
Look at you fake dope dealers
Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas
Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van
But he really move grams and he split it with his mans
[Hook]
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas
[Verse 1:]
Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas
After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all bitch ass niggas
Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas
Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas
Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout "It's paid off" but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga
Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas
Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga
Nigga, nigga, look at y'all
Can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob ass niggas
I ain't gotta check for y'all
But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I 'on't want sex, give a fuck about your ex
I 'on't even want a text from y'all niggas
I'm rapin' you niggas
Look at this pic, look what the fuck I gave to you niggas
Ain't feelin' these niggas
Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas
[Hook:]
All I, All I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be
All I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know it, and you know it
Look at what, reason
[Verse 2:]
Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club
One bottle full of bub' ass niggas
Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas
Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas
Same cup in the hand ass nigga
In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga
No dick in the pants ass nigga
I be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga
I will, I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga
I would never lie
Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai
Pussy, you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie
Pussy ass nigga, you high
Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski
Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see
Look at you fake dope dealers
Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas
Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van
But he really move grams and he split it with his mans
[Hook]
Love Me lyrics - Nicki Minaj
I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
I could be Trinity you could be Neo
I could be the mistress you the CEO
Keep in doin' the leelow in the Matrix
They be on that fake shit, they be on that spaceship like
Like love me honey all them other girls dumby
I'm a young money bunny
Look, look you the only one for me
When the peeps are out of town we in chummy with dumbies
Listen,listen I'm the one they call
When it's 3 seconds left I'm Chris Powell with the ball
Now, now that's nothing but neck
You know the starbucks getting nothing wet
Now come on
I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
I could be Jada you could be Willy
When you talking shit I say oh you so silly
You could be the wine and I could be Whitley
Make me feel good like Haley and Billy
No it's no the monsters ball but I like to monsterball
Hoppin on the drop then we be shoppin' 'til we cap the mall
Kawasaki then we off for flight
Watch a fight, pussy poppin' on my pepper light
This one's for you, this one's for oh said this one untrue
This one's for the crew, take a swig of the brew this butt's for you
Said I really like it when you come around
Feelings I can't show there's a God I hold it down
I don't mean to be blowing you off
I just gotta make sure when I step I ain't wrong
You be fine as hell I don't wanna play myself
So I act like I really don't care
If you only knew what was really true
Is that I only wanna be with you
I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
I could be Trinity you could be Neo
I could be the mistress you the CEO
Keep in doin' the leelow in the Matrix
They be on that fake shit, they be on that spaceship like
Like love me honey all them other girls dumby
I'm a young money bunny
Look, look you the only one for me
When the peeps are out of town we in chummy with dumbies
Listen,listen I'm the one they call
When it's 3 seconds left I'm Chris Powell with the ball
Now, now that's nothing but neck
You know the starbucks getting nothing wet
Now come on
I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
I could be Jada you could be Willy
When you talking shit I say oh you so silly
You could be the wine and I could be Whitley
Make me feel good like Haley and Billy
No it's no the monsters ball but I like to monsterball
Hoppin on the drop then we be shoppin' 'til we cap the mall
Kawasaki then we off for flight
Watch a fight, pussy poppin' on my pepper light
This one's for you, this one's for oh said this one untrue
This one's for the crew, take a swig of the brew this butt's for you
Said I really like it when you come around
Feelings I can't show there's a God I hold it down
I don't mean to be blowing you off
I just gotta make sure when I step I ain't wrong
You be fine as hell I don't wanna play myself
So I act like I really don't care
If you only knew what was really true
Is that I only wanna be with you
I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me
Make A Baby lyrics - Nicki Minaj
If you get lost boy
Then I will find you
You'll be my rock boy
and I will climb you
But you don't notice me
It's like I'm not even here
I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
I'll be your sun boy
And I will guide you
You'll be my wave
And I'll always ride you
And I'll give anything
To prove that I really care
I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
When they seen a girl stuntin'
They thought that I was frontin
I'm not Kanye but you can't tell me nothin
I been around the world from London to Japan
I'm on the l-l-lair, L-l-lookin' for my man
'Cause ohh he's so gudda
He m-m-makes me stutter
The french vanilla trucks
Inside peanut butter
The girls wanna see him
The boys wanna be him
Get paid like perdium, from the am till the pm
So where the fucks the flashlight
Where are my binoculars
Somebody go tell him I get wetter than talapias
And I am bipopulars, Oops I mean bipolar
Search the whole solar
Ain't a bitch colder
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
Then I will find you
You'll be my rock boy
and I will climb you
But you don't notice me
It's like I'm not even here
I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
I'll be your sun boy
And I will guide you
You'll be my wave
And I'll always ride you
And I'll give anything
To prove that I really care
I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
When they seen a girl stuntin'
They thought that I was frontin
I'm not Kanye but you can't tell me nothin
I been around the world from London to Japan
I'm on the l-l-lair, L-l-lookin' for my man
'Cause ohh he's so gudda
He m-m-makes me stutter
The french vanilla trucks
Inside peanut butter
The girls wanna see him
The boys wanna be him
Get paid like perdium, from the am till the pm
So where the fucks the flashlight
Where are my binoculars
Somebody go tell him I get wetter than talapias
And I am bipopulars, Oops I mean bipolar
Search the whole solar
Ain't a bitch colder
Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby
Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]
Murda Murda lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Hook:]
This yuh wanna grand murda [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Yo the other day me go a downtown fi shop
Take out card and me take out all guap
Tell security fi meet me round back
In a the alley way by the maybach
As fo' me you know mi love big
Me gold chain and mi love big rock
Level, this yuh one shot, good pussy a go end him, bloodclaat
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
The other day some gyal a call me man
Me say 'hold on where me machine gun'
Gyal a shot, I kill pussyhole fo' fun
Any way, me and him done
As fo' me you know me ice out me watch
And when me dance right under pot crotch
Level, this here the catch, protect the weed leave the what!
[Hook x2 + ad libs:]
(Look how me shape up nice)
(And all the man want wife)
(And the gyal want fight)
(ah what...ah what)
[Bridge:]
Hold on, yes, just sit it down
Cause when I'm in ya town all a them come around
Blazin', plus they sitting clean
Amazin' lemme ge-get the green
Cause all my bitches go, yes them bitches go
And you a no show, that's the way it go
The keys to my Bimmer, you in a dilemma
So could you hit the kitchen and go fix the Queen some dinner, will yuh!?
[Hook x2 + ad libs]
This yuh wanna grand murda [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Yo the other day me go a downtown fi shop
Take out card and me take out all guap
Tell security fi meet me round back
In a the alley way by the maybach
As fo' me you know mi love big
Me gold chain and mi love big rock
Level, this yuh one shot, good pussy a go end him, bloodclaat
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
The other day some gyal a call me man
Me say 'hold on where me machine gun'
Gyal a shot, I kill pussyhole fo' fun
Any way, me and him done
As fo' me you know me ice out me watch
And when me dance right under pot crotch
Level, this here the catch, protect the weed leave the what!
[Hook x2 + ad libs:]
(Look how me shape up nice)
(And all the man want wife)
(And the gyal want fight)
(ah what...ah what)
[Bridge:]
Hold on, yes, just sit it down
Cause when I'm in ya town all a them come around
Blazin', plus they sitting clean
Amazin' lemme ge-get the green
Cause all my bitches go, yes them bitches go
And you a no show, that's the way it go
The keys to my Bimmer, you in a dilemma
So could you hit the kitchen and go fix the Queen some dinner, will yuh!?
[Hook x2 + ad libs]
No Flex Zone (Remix)
(originally by Rae Sremmurd)
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I'm a trendsetter
I'm a go-getter
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
Thought You Knew Better
Do your fucking research
You ain't know this the no rip zone
This the "You can't beat Nick" zone
Madison Square when the Knicks home
I live next door to Brad Pitt's home
I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood niggas with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nic's magnitude
Even if they had a longitude latitude
Listen up ho this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury, like an episode of ER
Bitch I'm hotter than the D.R
When it comes to rap skill, ain't nobody wanna see her
Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain't pushing out I'm a give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I'm a trendsetter
I'm a go-getter
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I'm a trendsetter
I'm a go-getter
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
Thought You Knew Better
Do your fucking research
You ain't know this the no rip zone
This the "You can't beat Nick" zone
Madison Square when the Knicks home
I live next door to Brad Pitt's home
I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood niggas with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nic's magnitude
Even if they had a longitude latitude
Listen up ho this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury, like an episode of ER
Bitch I'm hotter than the D.R
When it comes to rap skill, ain't nobody wanna see her
Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain't pushing out I'm a give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you're ugly it's a no text zone, it's a no sex zone, it's a no flex zone
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I'm a trendsetter
I'm a go-getter
Put It On Ya lyrics - Nicki Minaj
'Cause I get wetter than umbrellas
And I'm groovier than stella
I'm flyer than a flier could you get me some repeller
I I mean I need repellet t-t-taste like watermellon
I'm buying if you selling if you lying than I'm telling
I supersize fries and the m is for Minaj
Heard you a dopeboy and I stay around your heart
I got some good pay it could get a nigga shot
So I go get more A's than a leather with the dye
Le-le-let me let me stop
Le-le-let me make it pop
You need some good bucks like you playing hopscotch
So let's go and get the chalk my Naomi Campbell walk
'Cause I'm a bad bitch like bark
Uh Shawty I wanna know if you got hang time
And if you think that you could beat it by a landslide
Don't lie you could see it in my eyes
I got some good cookies and I got some good pie
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
And I'm groovier than stella
I'm flyer than a flier could you get me some repeller
I I mean I need repellet t-t-taste like watermellon
I'm buying if you selling if you lying than I'm telling
I supersize fries and the m is for Minaj
Heard you a dopeboy and I stay around your heart
I got some good pay it could get a nigga shot
So I go get more A's than a leather with the dye
Le-le-let me let me stop
Le-le-let me make it pop
You need some good bucks like you playing hopscotch
So let's go and get the chalk my Naomi Campbell walk
'Cause I'm a bad bitch like bark
Uh Shawty I wanna know if you got hang time
And if you think that you could beat it by a landslide
Don't lie you could see it in my eyes
I got some good cookies and I got some good pie
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
Pu-pu-put it on me
Could you pu-pu-put it on me
So Special lyrics - Nicki Minaj
I guess I'm wrong for thinking that I could trust you
For never holding all this shit against you
But now I'm strapped with my .45 special
I'm so special, so special, so special
Nigga you softer than a homosexual
And I am so extraterrestrial
So you can keep my things
There's nothing you can bring
And you can have my ring, you can add it to your bling
Cause I'm okay and I'm still a G
Pray for my enemies, my name's still Nicki
In time you'll change, but time don't freeze
You better leave better 'fore you get wetter than Pisces.
For never holding all this shit against you
But now I'm strapped with my .45 special
I'm so special, so special, so special
Nigga you softer than a homosexual
And I am so extraterrestrial
So you can keep my things
There's nothing you can bring
And you can have my ring, you can add it to your bling
Cause I'm okay and I'm still a G
Pray for my enemies, my name's still Nicki
In time you'll change, but time don't freeze
You better leave better 'fore you get wetter than Pisces.
Yasss Bish lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Soulja Boy)
[Hook 1 - Soulja Boy:]
Yasss, Bish, Yasss [x12]
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Me, I'm just me, me, I'm just real
Me, I'm that bitch that be footing the bill
Only a real nigga could cop a feel
Credit Card blacker than that nigga Seal
25 million to broker the deal
Jewish my lawyer, he Kosher, the deal
And I am still poppin' them pills
I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel
Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel?
I am still living in Beverly Hills
Tell 'em to chill, tell 'em to chill
Tell all them people, my wrist is on chill
Bitches can't beat me, they ain't got the skill
Eye of the tiger they ain't got the kill
Look up to Jada, I love her and Will
Bitches my sons but they not in my will
The fuck be wrong with these bitches?
The fuck be wrong with these niggas?
Hey!
[Hook 2 - Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]
Yasss, Bish, Yasss [x12]
Tell 'em give a bad bitch her proper due
What they say ain't never what they gon' do
It say 250, on that fucking sticker
Pink Print hot, it should be in some slippers
Niggas know me, yeah
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
I don't fuck with you niggas, I own the Clippers
I own some homes, I own my own liquor
Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger
You bitches my sons, I need a babysitter
I am the dream, on the dream team
I am Olajuwon I am Hakeem
Dul Jabbar, I am Kareem
I am the Queen because I'm a machine
You not ready, you not seasoned
Go against me I say, "Fix it Jesus"
Thinking they hot, talk shit a lot
But when they shit drop I say "Fix it Jesus"
Oh, your shit ain't c-old
Word to my bank r-oll
Real niggas, ain't s-old
Dropping my single in two weeks
The Pink Print album a movie
Bitches be thinkin' they hot
But, these bitches be using that term, so loosely
[Hook 2 - Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]
Yasss, Bish, Yasss [x12]
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Me, I'm just me, me, I'm just real
Me, I'm that bitch that be footing the bill
Only a real nigga could cop a feel
Credit Card blacker than that nigga Seal
25 million to broker the deal
Jewish my lawyer, he Kosher, the deal
And I am still poppin' them pills
I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel
Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel?
I am still living in Beverly Hills
Tell 'em to chill, tell 'em to chill
Tell all them people, my wrist is on chill
Bitches can't beat me, they ain't got the skill
Eye of the tiger they ain't got the kill
Look up to Jada, I love her and Will
Bitches my sons but they not in my will
The fuck be wrong with these bitches?
The fuck be wrong with these niggas?
Hey!
[Hook 2 - Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]
Yasss, Bish, Yasss [x12]
Tell 'em give a bad bitch her proper due
What they say ain't never what they gon' do
It say 250, on that fucking sticker
Pink Print hot, it should be in some slippers
Niggas know me, yeah
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
I don't fuck with you niggas, I own the Clippers
I own some homes, I own my own liquor
Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger
You bitches my sons, I need a babysitter
I am the dream, on the dream team
I am Olajuwon I am Hakeem
Dul Jabbar, I am Kareem
I am the Queen because I'm a machine
You not ready, you not seasoned
Go against me I say, "Fix it Jesus"
Thinking they hot, talk shit a lot
But when they shit drop I say "Fix it Jesus"
Oh, your shit ain't c-old
Word to my bank r-oll
Real niggas, ain't s-old
Dropping my single in two weeks
The Pink Print album a movie
Bitches be thinkin' they hot
But, these bitches be using that term, so loosely
[Hook 2 - Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]
Zonin' lyrics - Nicki Minaj
I used to know this dude
Pretty lou out in LA
Said when I'm in LA
Then hit up his cell-ay
Cause he got something nice
He wanna put in my belly
He wanna bump and grind
Sorta like R. Kelly
See money ain't a thang
'Cause my doe is like woah
Pull out my bank roll on a nigga like yo
Let's make some videos
Get the benny boom crew
I'm hoppin out the rov's
In my jimmy choo shoes
I'm the boss bitch you know
I like to talk shit
I'm heavy in the streets
So you gon' need a forklift
And daddy lemme cum in your mouth
Like the dentist
I'm not the apprentice
Don't finish your sentence
Baby we ain't gotta talk, We could bone
Soon as we all alone
Then baby I'm aget you in the zone
'Cause you think we're all the same
But you're wrong
Just get me some patron
And baby I'ma get you in the zone
Zonin [x6]
Baby I'm about to have you
Zonin [x6]
Z-z-z-z-zone
Have ya zonin
Zonin, I'ma have you zonin
Zonin, yeah
Boom like talibani
I got some real nice pum pum
Nani nani nani
Jut let me take off my
Dolce gabani bani
Than I can be your little
Playboy bunny bunny
See you know what I mean we could sip a lil (weed)
Sweatin, heavy breathin
I can tell that you fiendin
See you're already thinkin that
You must be dreamin
Get them strawberries
Bring another whipped cream in
Lemme get ya cup of patron
I'ma get ya in the zone
I don't let the microphone hypnotize me no more
Listen daddy let me jump on
I'ma keep my pumps on
You know it come wrong
Plus my something dumb long
Baby we ain't gotta talk, We could bone
Soon as we all alone
Then baby I'm aget you in the zone
'Cause you think we're all the same
But you're wrong
Just get me some patron
And baby I'ma get you in the zone
Zonin [x6]
Baby I'm about to have you
Zonin [x6]
Z-z-z-z-zone
Have ya zonin
Zonin, I'ma have you zonin
Zonin, yeah
Pretty lou out in LA
Said when I'm in LA
Then hit up his cell-ay
Cause he got something nice
He wanna put in my belly
He wanna bump and grind
Sorta like R. Kelly
See money ain't a thang
'Cause my doe is like woah
Pull out my bank roll on a nigga like yo
Let's make some videos
Get the benny boom crew
I'm hoppin out the rov's
In my jimmy choo shoes
I'm the boss bitch you know
I like to talk shit
I'm heavy in the streets
So you gon' need a forklift
And daddy lemme cum in your mouth
Like the dentist
I'm not the apprentice
Don't finish your sentence
Baby we ain't gotta talk, We could bone
Soon as we all alone
Then baby I'm aget you in the zone
'Cause you think we're all the same
But you're wrong
Just get me some patron
And baby I'ma get you in the zone
Zonin [x6]
Baby I'm about to have you
Zonin [x6]
Z-z-z-z-zone
Have ya zonin
Zonin, I'ma have you zonin
Zonin, yeah
Boom like talibani
I got some real nice pum pum
Nani nani nani
Jut let me take off my
Dolce gabani bani
Than I can be your little
Playboy bunny bunny
See you know what I mean we could sip a lil (weed)
Sweatin, heavy breathin
I can tell that you fiendin
See you're already thinkin that
You must be dreamin
Get them strawberries
Bring another whipped cream in
Lemme get ya cup of patron
I'ma get ya in the zone
I don't let the microphone hypnotize me no more
Listen daddy let me jump on
I'ma keep my pumps on
You know it come wrong
Plus my something dumb long
Baby we ain't gotta talk, We could bone
Soon as we all alone
Then baby I'm aget you in the zone
'Cause you think we're all the same
But you're wrong
Just get me some patron
And baby I'ma get you in the zone
Zonin [x6]
Baby I'm about to have you
Zonin [x6]
Z-z-z-z-zone
Have ya zonin
Zonin, I'ma have you zonin
Zonin, yeah
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