TROLLZ (Alternate Edition) lyrics - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

 [Intro:]

(Sad Pony)

[CanonF8:]

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

That's cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it

Need it, got it, cash, pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

That's cash, one hundred, you need that?

[6ix9ine:]

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me

You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me

I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me

Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two niñas

Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina

Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck

Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts

Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck

Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like

You a type of bitch that will never get a reply

Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boomin' at your man, now we boomin' at his matas

Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata

[Nicki Minaj:]

He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato

When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco

All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco

I ain't letting up on you bitches say "uncle"

Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa

Talking all that shit, but you bitches ain't saying caca

Uh, a flock of birds, waka

All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers

Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)

He a slave to this pussy, call me master

Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"

They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)

Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic

My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic

I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks

They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic

Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp

Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp

Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp

They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ

[6ix9ine:]

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[CanonF8:]

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm

[Nicki Minaj:]

If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast

He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"

They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash

Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

Tukoh Taka lyrics - Nicki Minaj, Maluma & Myriam Fares

 (Official FIFA Fan Festival™ Anthem)

[Myriam Fares:]

Tengo tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

[Nicki Minaj:]

(Ayo)

Me, soy Trini

Everyting di man have, dat a fi mi

¿Dónde está el dinero? Papi, gimme

Pretty face, ugly gyal can't see me

Made that pretty ... just let me do my little shimmy

That little ... fat, but that waist still skinny

... him so good that them men a get clingy

I'm even wetter when I do it at the Henny (Ooh)

Wa-wa-wait, it's a great night

Me and my girls turned up, it's a date night

We got these ... so pressed, br-br-break lights

Them bars really ain't hittin' like a play fight

Yo, mira, mira, mira (Yeh)

Con mi copa amiga (Pah)

Loca, loca la vida (Sí)

Yo soy muy rica (Wuh)

Papel o plástica (Sah)

Some say "football", some say "soccer"

Likkle shot go block-a (Block-a)

[Myriam Fares:]

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

[Maluma:]

(Yeah, Maluma, ba-ba-baby)

¿Qué tal si me pego lento a tukoh taka? (Wuh)

Y esta es la vuelta cuando el perro ataca

Oro es lo que tiene abajo de esa bata

Mmm, qué lindo me trata (Ey)

Cuerpito 60-90 (Ah, ah)

Ella es gol al minuto 90 (What?; 90)

No lo alquila ni lo pone en venta (Ah, ah)

Eso es lo que en el barrio comentan porque (Jaja)

Ah-ah, es ahí, la que anda por ahí

Quiere que lo mueva así, sí, sí, sí

Ah-ah, es ahí, la que anda por ahí

Quiere que lo mueva así, sí, sí, sí (Me gusta a mí)

[Myriam Fares:]

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Myriam, habibi)

Khalina kelna nghani

W nebni hwalayna jani

W el alam kelo yhani

W el sot yehla w yaala

Khali el alam yesmaana

W taish el lahza maana

W el FIFA btejmana

Dehket el deni btemla

Salam (Wait, wait, wait), essmaa

Salam, salam, salam, salam

Salam, alaykom

Khalo farha bidaykom

Abshiro bel kheir yijikom, yi-yi

Salam, alaykom

FIFA el hob tehdikom

W yharek amalikom, yi-yi (Mondial)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

Tukoh tuh, ta-ta, tukoh tuh, ta-ta (Yalla Sawa)

We Go Up lyrics - (feat. Fivio Foreign)

 (O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit)

New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)

You know what's goin' on, nigga

(Swizzy na bicie, ziomal)

Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr)

Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj)

Touch my crown again, bitch (Bitch-ass niggas)

It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga (There's only one king, there's only one queen, nigga)

Baow, grr

Ayo, this week, 'Rari ('Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)

Bitch, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though)

This they funeral (Funeral), start the service (Service)

Say my name, make 'em nervous

Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)

Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (Pass me the pepper)

Uh, you bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper (Like the Ripper)

Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (Water to Flipper)

Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy

Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy

Let's see

After all of that surgery, you are still ugly

Now that is what gets me

This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all (Shit is just new to y'all)

I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star (Upon a shooting star)

You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (Final coup de grâce)

Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up

But I love the way they mob when we roll up

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Ooh)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up)

When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)

You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up)

'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)

Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)

Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks (Ayo)

That ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch

These? Nah, that ain't Reebok

We back on that Ewok

Percocets, gotta detox

Firearms gon' get restocked

Shooters hittin' that G-spot

Bitches imitate, please stop

Suck his dick like a freeze pop

First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)

Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock (Peacock)

Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop (No treetop)

He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"

I could be all the way covered, it's still givin' sexy

I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy

I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi

Let's see

How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me?

That is what gets me (Ooh)

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (Get money)

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)

But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha)

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these bitches—) (Ooh)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up) (Ooh, rockaway)

When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)

You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up) (I'm not playin')

'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)

Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you

I tell my shooter to bully you (Baow, I tell my shooter could bully you)

Huh, yeah (Yeah)

That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow) (Kill you as soon as I look at you)

Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do (I never say what I wouldn't do)

Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof

I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression

I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless

I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons

I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment

Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast

I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah)

I don't do internet shows or texting (Nah)

Shoot up the party, that's sending a message (Baow, baow, baow)

Them niggas started us (Them niggas started us, yeah)

The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)

Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)

And she Barbied up (Lil' bitch) (Yeah)

If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt)

We ain't squashing so don't try to "sorry" us (Nah)

I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up (Skrrt)

If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (Baow, baow, baow) (Boom)

Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin')

Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)

Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion)

Uh, Fendi Fashion (Fendi Fashion) (Yeah, look, huh)

I put your brains on a napkin

I tell my demons to whack 'em

My nigga died, then that nigga died

Look, I don't even know how it happened, bitch

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)

But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Baow, grrt) (Haha)

Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Big dumb, all these bitches—)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow) (Look up)

When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow) (What happened?)

I said we out, you can't breeze with us (Baow)

And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (Baow) (The money)

Mm

We Go Up (Extended) lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Fivio Foreign)

 O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit

New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)

You know what's goin' on, nigga

Swizzy na bicie ziomal

Fivio, Barbie

Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj) (Papiyerr)

Touch my crown again, bitch (Bitch-ass niggas)

It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga (There's only one king, there's only one queen, nigga)

Baow, grr

Ayo, this week, 'Rari ('Rari), next week, Lambo (Lambo)

Bitch, I'm fly (Fly), I don't land though (Land though)

This they funeral (Funeral), start the service (Service)

Say my name, make 'em nervous

Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)

Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (Pass me the pepper)

Uh, you bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper (Like the Ripper)

Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (Water to Flipper)

Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy

Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy

Let's see

After all of that surgery, you are still ugly

Now that is what gets me

This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all (Shit is just new to y'all)

I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star (Upon a shooting star)

You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (Final coup de grâce)

Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up

But I love the way they mob when we roll up

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Ooh)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up)

When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)

You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up)

'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)

Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)

Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks (Ayo)

That ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch

These? Nah, that ain't Reebok

We back on that Ewok

Percocets, gotta detox

Firearms gon' get restocked

Shooters hittin' that G-spot

Bitches imitate, please stop

Suck his dick like a freeze pop

First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)

Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock (Peacock)

Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop (No treetop)

He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"

I could be all the way covered, it's still givin' sexy

I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy

I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi

Let's see

How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me?

That is what gets me (Ooh)

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (Get money)

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)

But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha)

These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these bitches—) (Ooh)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up) (Ooh, rockaway)

When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)

You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (Grow up) (I'm not playin')

'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)

Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you

I tell my shooter to bully you (Baow, I tell my shooter could bully you)

Huh, yeah (Yeah)

That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow) (Kill you as soon as I look at you)

Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do (I never say what I wouldn't do)

Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof

I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression

I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless

I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons

I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment

Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast

I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah)

I don't do internet shows or texting (Nah)

Shoot up the party, that's sending a message (Baow, baow, baow)

Them niggas started us (Them niggas started us, yeah)

The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)

Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)

And she Barbied up (Lil' bitch) (Yeah)

If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt)

We ain't squashing so don't try to "sorry" us (Nah)

I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up (Skrrt)

If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (Baow, baow, baow) (Boom)

Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin')

Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)

Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion)

Uh, Fendi Fashion (Fendi Fashion) (Yeah, look, huh)

I put your brains on a napkin

I tell my demons to whack 'em

My nigga died, then that nigga died

Look, I don't even know how it happened, bitch

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)

But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Baow, grrt, haha)

Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Big dumb, all these bitches—)

I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow, look up)

When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow, what happened?)

I said we out, you can't breeze with us (Baow)

And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (Baow, the money)

Mm

Grrt, baow, baow, baow (Queen!)

Ayo, this shit is going on the [?] (Queen!)

This album don't play, nigga

Word, we see the slick shit too

Yeah, they can't stop this shit, nigga (Yeah)

They can't stop this shit, nigga

That's it, nigga (Uh-huh)

We gon' do how we want, when we want, how we want

This my city, nigga, this Nicki's city, nigga (You heard 'em)

Don't nothin' else matter, nigga

They ain't outside like us, nigga (Fendi Facts)

They inside, they not around, we been around, nigga

Fuck the opps (Heavy on that, haha)

They can't— you know [?]

Grrt, baow, baow

And we rep the 9, Queens to Brooklyn (Bitch ass nigga)

Long live T-dot, rrrr

It's Barbie city

Brrrt

Yasss Bish lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Soulja Boy)

 [Soulja Boy:]

(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)

Soulja Boy on the beat

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

[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

Twenty-five 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? (whoa)

The fuck be wrong with these niggas? Hey! (Kyuh!)

[Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Tell 'em give a bad bitch her proper due (Yasss bish, yasss)

What they say ain't never what they gon' do (Yasss bish, yasss)

It say 250 on that fuckin' sticker (Yasss bish, yasss)

Pinkprint hot, it should be in some slippers (Yasss bish, yasss)

Niggas know me, yeah

[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 gold

Word to my bankroll

Real niggas ain't sold

Dropping my single in two weeks

The Pinkprint album a movie

Bitches be thinkin' they hot

But these bitches be using that term so loosely (Kyuh!)

[Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Tell 'em give a bad bitch her proper due (Yasss bish, yasss)

What they say ain't never what they gon' do (Yasss bish, yasss)

It say 250 on that fuckin' sticker (Yasss bish, yasss)

Pinkprint hot, it should be in some slippers (Yasss bish, yasss)

Niggas know me, yeah

Yikes lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 Don't ever fuckin' play with me

Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen

You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Drop the strings on 'em

Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)

I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)

Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)

All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)

This a Makk truck, not a black truck (Woo)

When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck

Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up

All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh

Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)

Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes

Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite

Grip it right, he be like (Woo)

Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)

Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo)

Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)

You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah

Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah

You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah

Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)

Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah

I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah

'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah

Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo)

That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do?

Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh)

I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe

Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)

Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes

Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite

Grip it right, he be like (Woo)

Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)

Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh)

Bag talk

But ain't got no mouth when money bag talk, hmm

It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)

Quiet, ain't no back talk

"Queen" (2018)

• Ganja Burns lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Majesty lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Eminem & Labrinth)
• Barbie Dreams lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Rich Sex lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
• Hard White lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Bed lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ariana Grande)
• Thought I Knew You lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. The Weeknd)
• Run & Hide lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Chun Swae lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Swae Lee)
• Chun-Li lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• LLC lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Good Form lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Nip Tuck lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• 2 Lit 2 Late (Interlude) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Come See About Me lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Sir lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)
• Miami lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Coco Chanel lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Foxy Brown)
• Inspirations (Outro) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• FEFE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Murda Beatz, Nicki Minaj)
• Barbie Tingz lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Regular Degular lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Ganja Burns lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Who you gettin' at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I'm scary to zombies
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain't talking Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain't giving, so don't ask, I don't lend my body
Gotta be king status to get in my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

Yo, you can't wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie
You drink CÎROC now? Okay, you P. Diddy?
Oh, you a young G Herbo or Lil Bibby?
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
You got a nigga named JAY, now you 'Yoncé?
You got about three stacks, now you André?
You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae?
You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it's really your passion would you give the world for that?
Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team's number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (Mmm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

See ya, see you
See ya, see you

To my surprise I saw you
To my surprise I knew you were

Majesty lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Eminem & Labrinth)

[Labrinth:]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

[Labrinth:]
'Cause I'm a sucker for you
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke 'em like hippies now
They see me, say, "Yippie," now
Homes runnin' like Griffey now
They switchin' like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin' up
We take 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin' like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh

[Labrinth:]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Eminem:]
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side peace, but she's also someone's wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But it's our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's clear all
Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle

She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is over
Think that shit's got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up!"
That's why rap needs a doctor
Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up
It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a little bit!
You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight
I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I'll make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place...now...
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media
Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast
And you're never gonna reach these heights
They're just too high to reach
And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, it ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

[Labrinth:]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, let me hit you back
Told 'em I'd get you back
I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin', did you pack?
Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah

How dare all them mirror my style
The mandem want digits for dial
Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now
I wanna come on, just suicidal
Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow
Die slow, die slow
Jealousy is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

Rich Sex lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)

[Brinx Billions:]
Full blown, run rich, Brinx
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo
[Lil Wayne:]
Mula
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo
[Brinx Billions:]
Yeah
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo

[Nicki Minaj:]
I know what these niggas like, and it ain't my charm
I ain't stupid, this $250 on my arm
I like money more than dick, nigga, that's a fact
You think pussy's everything? Well, let's have a chat
A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga
Who gon' Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch, nigga
I'ma help 'em fuck the check up, I'ma run the business
If your girl don't get it popping', put me on your wishlist Hitlist, now we sending gifts like if it's Christmas
He say "Baby, everyday we ballin'", I say, "Swish, swish"
Got him calling' nonstop 'cause he don't wanna miss this
I said, "Don't panic, keep the faith, nigga bigs bitch:
(Real rich nigga sex)

If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)

[Lil Wayne:]
Lil mamma said she only fuckin' on a rich dick
I cum in her face and tell her now you lookin' rich, bitch
Her friend in the other room, can I get a witness?
We could have rich sex, can I have no rich kick backs?
All my bitches have no limits
Fucked her in a helicopter
Now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
Fuck her in the drop top
Now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
Sent her back to who she with
Now she screamin' while she with him
Lil mama said she only suckin' on a rich dick
Make you put your money where your mouth
Babe, that some lipstick
Let's fuck on that money, 'fore we count that
That's some rich shit
Pussy smell like money when I'm down her
That some Nik shit
(Real rich nigga sex)

[Nicki Minaj:]
If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)

If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tell it
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tell it
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tell it
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tell it
(Rich sex)

Mitch who got bricks too
The rich get richer, that's my ritual
Rich crew, link my bitch too
Mac took the Wraith, me and Toon flew

[Brinx Billions:]
I don't even know where we going these days, where we landing
Queen, where we going again?
[Nicki Minaj:]
To the moon, Elis, the goon palace
[Brinx Billions:]
When we get fly, we take flight, haha
[Nicki Minaj:]
Woo! Haha, ahh-haha, ahh!
You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie?
(Next stop: New York)
Hahaha, lrrr!

Hard White lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back

Ayo, just last week I told 'em to pick a side
I bust shots, don't duck if it don't apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn't pick a guy
I'm the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarassed
'Cause they know I'm the queen, I still didn't pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
(You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki)
What I drop on this watch?
(I don't know, about a hundred-fifty)
I'm who they wishin' to be
These hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' the ki'
'Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo? Uh

Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back

Ayo, just last week I told 'em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told 'em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I'ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gonna pocket off
I mean profit off, my plug drop it off
You see them copyin' my hair, tell 'em, "Chop it off"
Uh, bad gyal with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop 'em off
Uh, I ain't never played a hoe's position
I ain't ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin'? Okay, these hoes is wishin'
You're in no position to come for O's position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position

Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back

W-w-w-w-w-work hard
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
J-j-just last week, I told 'em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don't duck if they don't apply

Bed lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ariana Grande)

[Ariana Grande:]
Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it

[Nicki Minaj:]
Thousand on the sheets
Waiting for you and some thousand other sheets
I got Tha Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of (a milli') on you
Got me acting like you got a milli' on you
You say I'm the GOAT, yeah the billy on you
I could make all your dreams come true
Wanna fall through, then you better come through

[Ariana Grande:]
Don't make me awake until the morning

Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don't turn me down
Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it

[Nicki Minaj:]
Strawberry lingerie
Waiting for you, strawberries lingerie
You told me you on the way
Messed around, messed around, put it down on you
I'mma do everything I said I'm gon' do
Pretty little body it look better on you
Might have to blubber like a feather on you
What if alls, oo, yeah you better come true

[Ariana Grande:]
Don't make me awake until the morning

Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don't turn me down
Got a bed, wit' your name on it (Ooh yeah)
Wit' your name on it

[Nicki Minaj (Ariana Grande):]
(I'm)
A-all, all in (I'm in)
A-all, all in
A-all, all in
A-all, all in (Put your name)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, he and my stunt hit five
He get that ciggy live
These niggas scared they doing 50 in a 55
I'm trynna clap them like somebody told 'em gimme five
I'm be a half an hour but I told 'em gimme five
I'm trynna dance on 'em, blow my advance on 'em
I like 'em better when he got some sweatpants on 'em
I like his hang time, he said his head right
I said go all the way down and then head right
I watch him fuck it up, look at him luckin' up
I said you need some thick skin, baby, suck it up
He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
Coulda put Zayn on it, but I put your name on it

[Ariana Grande:]
Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Let me down, don't turn me down (turn it down, baby)
Got a bed, wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it

Thought I Knew You lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. The Weeknd)

[Nicki Minaj:]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
But baby I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I, I-I-I
I-I, ah

[The Weeknd:]
Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love
You givin up (up), on love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love), yeah

[Nicki Minaj:]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don't think I'm talkin' to the right you

[Nicki Minaj (The Weeknd):]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you, girl)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
But baby I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I, I-I-I
I-I, ah

[The Weeknd:]
Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I'ma hit decline for real
I ain't tryin' for a second time for real
Honestly, I think this shit excites you (excites you)
All that drama that you're tied to (ooh, yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two

[Nicki Minaj (The Weeknd):]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya, baby)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't (guess I didn't, girl)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (ooh yeah)
But baby I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I, I-I-I (ooh, yeah)
I-I (ooh, yeah) ah

[Nicki Minaj:]
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents

Run & Hide lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Don't be goofy, bring some passion to the table, what you doin'?
Don't be stupid, I'm the realest bitch you know, yeah, I'm the truest
When you pull up, gotta pull up on me like you already knew it
Yeah, you keep saying you the truth when, nigga, you gon' have to prove it

'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out fuckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody

Who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide?

Don't be jealous, put some trust inside your text when you be textin'
Tell the truth when you get tired of me askin' all them questions
I pray to God for peace and love, I'm lookin' at you as a blessing
You told me life ain't luck and love, so take that passion as a lesson

'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out fuckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody

Who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide?

Chun Swae lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Swae Lee)

[Swae Lee, Young Thug & Future:]
Fall off in the spot
Wait up, they gon' do it while you drop
Metro!
Pull up with no top
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you

[Swae Lee:]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo I'm me, I'm Barbie drippin', DB9, Barbie whippin'
If he say he don't want me back, he be lyin'
Bitch I'm the sauce, Barbie dippin', I'm the boss, Barbie sippin'
They keep tellin' work it, I ain't got no choice
I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin'
Out or indoors, baby I'ma floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin', I endorse, Barbie strippin'
Mink carpet, but I ain't got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sittin', bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin'
Curve niggas like they arms in a slin'
Hot off the swing, Barbie swingin', to the ring, Barbie blingin'
Good box, so he called Donna King
Who the fuck gon' party with them dollies, tell' em never do the money till em hate you probably gon' sew
Who the fuck gon' cop me with the body, always thinkin' like a hottie, always saying what someone won't do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon' beat him with a 22, if he don't lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too

[Swae Lee:]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"

Thousand dollar massage
I don't ever miss my mark
Anything I like goes in the cart
I might spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz
If she lick her lips then I'mma join
Indo I'mma spark
When I cash out its her favorite part

[Nicki Minaj:]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tan bow
My body's a work of art, he eatin' this Van Gogh
I'm not in the bando, I'm Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin', Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all these niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah, it's the sweep, I ain't talkin' when the dust fall
My winnin' streak still hasn't peaked, you little dust ball
Bitch I'm a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah
G-Force flights, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah
Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin', ah
Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld, yah
Yeah, this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You're used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I'm bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, ah, ah
America's Next Top Model, call me Yaya
E-everytime I score she gon' hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I'm in the league, she still play for Wichita
I piss hits broad, call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup, the swish God

[Swae Lee:]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain't like this, see no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty little girls on a board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"

[Nicki Minaj:]
Mhm, shout-out Giovanni
For doing that "Barbie Tingz" video, uh-huh
Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag yuh, uh-huh
I'm still on my Naomi shit
Wilhelmina Models tip
Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim
Gee, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Shawn Gee
Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh
Mmm...
Rap, Jigga, Kim, Wiz, Hillary, Khloé , Biggz
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rollin' Juice
You're in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking Queen, hahaha...
I love my fans, I love you so much...

LLC lyrics - Nicki Minaj

I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me

I feel like I'm King Kong, name still going ding-dong
It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs
I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs
Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don't think long
Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine
Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins
What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit
You thought you'd get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin' you?
Took a lil' break, but I'm back to me
Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory?
They'll never toe to toe on a track with me
There'll never be another one after me
'Cause the skill level still just a half of me
Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me
All these low IQ hoes baffle me
Tell 'em that I wash bitches take a bath for me
Bunch the trophies in my crib like a athlete
I see them giving fake love but that trash is weak
Man, you know that I ripped, every rapper beat
You know Nicki gon' eat, Bon Appétit
Used to get real hype off a half a mil'
Used to get real high off a half a pill
We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit
We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit (uh)

Now carry on (on), now carry on (on)
Now carry on (on), now carry on (on)
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on (on)
G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons

I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me

You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha, uh)

Yo, you made me do it, hoe, I told you, get low (told you get low)
I'm popping tens but they gotta be yellow
I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (O.K. 'Melo)
I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello
How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?
How you supposed to make the quota when you never went North?
How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?
All that hoopin' and hollerin' still ain't scorin' on the court (rrrh)

You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)

Ay, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do
Switched the foreign on 'em, navy blue to baby blue
Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew
All my niggas move that Britney, Ari', yeah, Katy too
Niggas gassed on the really though, gas I pumped them
Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him
Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him
Pushed past being filthy rich, ask I trumped them
'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest era, era
Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah Farrah
Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi
Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah)

Now carry on (on), now carry on (on)
Now carry on (on), now carry on (on)
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on
G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons

I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me (guy to me)

On blood, you made me, you made me
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, hahaha)

Good Form lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Eardrummers...
Yo, hold up, hold up...

Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming, tell yo ass to hold up
I'm in that new new meeting Nunu when I roll up
I told the valet, "Park the Benz and bring the Rolls up"
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin' pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it's a hold up
Run me the money

'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Banging body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the back, back of the back
Back of the back, back of the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach

See a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom
See I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain't ever in the same room

I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin' push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form

I slick, slick drop the top like lip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, "Kiss kiss"
I'm in that new new De Larenta, tryna land Bugs Bunny
'Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I'm only loyal to the niggas that'll bust guns for me
The jig up, it's a stick up, money, the money

'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Bangin' body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the back, back of the back
Back of the back, back of the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach

See a bitch get more press than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I'm prolly with my jeweler playin' freeze tag

I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin' push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form
Come on

Nip Tuck lyrics - Nicki Minaj

(Everything, everything, everything, everything, everything)

Gave you everything, yeah
Bring it and take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that ain't everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (brr)
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

Hmm...
Saying used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, skrr niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I take it in concern 'cause I like you
But no, no, I can't hide to you
I, I can't lie, it's too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You win a bad bitch, and new cars

Girl, I give you everything, yeah
You gon' need to take it all back (take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that ain't everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

I don't know how to flip niggas like you
I got plenty end clip niggas like you
Fuck around and forget niggas like you
Come and suck up, miss niggas like you
So no, no
Feeling's fading away
I can't help, would you stay?
I need more than what you got from me
You got a bad bitch, you won't stay

Darling, I give you everything, yeah
You gon' need to take it all back (take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that ain't everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you, oh

Yuh
Give up on 'em, I don't even wanna get up on 'em
And I ain't tryna work it out
But at the gym, on a map doing sit up, it's on 'em
You let yourself go, you don't represent all
So trust me just go
You settle for last yo, you disrespect fo'
You is bad show, the new you just dough
So cut all that, pullin' nerve off me to come up my pedestal
Come mourn at my pedestal, money orf that at a boat
Which means that back stack tide
You ain't get the drive money get your pedestaled
You said you were up, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain't talkin' 'but your mattresses but I'm you're the type of player I pressed a Jack on
I can't believe you played for that long
I never re-respect for nobody
I never need a truth, you must have thought I did
I should have cut the stick but I'm tough long
Press on, head's strong, sex the pon
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna fuck the don
If it's were born any of that sex icons
And we bust down, I don't wanna waste my time
Who the fuck you thought you were, you tryna stung my neck?
Should have put you on blast like a gun whitehead
But it's okay, we gon' keep secrets nigga
Cause the truth, bad bitch
Ain't we get bitter

2 Lit 2 Late (Interlude) lyrics - Nicki Minaj

I said I'm cool on it, baby, yeah, I'm straight
He say his love, I don't it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late

Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, I'm cool on it, I'm straight

You shoulda been listenin', listenin' in
Too busy glistenin', glistenin' in
Why you ain't listen then, listen back then?
Now you're too much, too little, yeah, too late

Come See About Me lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Come, come see what I've been up to
Come, come see about me
I know you've had a lot of work to do
Ooh, you got used to things without me baby
Yeah, you got used to every thing I never did
You got sick of being sick of all my flaws
You got over all the pain I ever caused
And I didn't mean it, no, ooh, but

They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of it, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love you can't fake it
See baby, ooh you know I need you to

Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I'm doing good boy, I'm up where we belong, yeah
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won't hurt just to see what we could be, so...
Come see about me, yeah

Want you to see how much I changed up
Ooh, I just hope I'm not too late
I know your hesitant about it but
I got a lot I wanna say to you
Hate that I could never measure up
Hate that I could never be the one you needed
'Cause now I'm the one who needs you
But baby

They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
See baby, ooh you know I need you too

Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I'm doing good boy, I'm up where we belong, yeah
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won't hurt just to see what we could be, so...
Come see about me...

Come, come see about me (come see)
Come, come see about me (yeah, you)
Know it can't always be about me (come see about me)
Just come, come see about me (come see about me)
Come, come see about me (come see about me)
I'm doing good boy, I'm up where we belong, yeah (come see about me)
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won't hurt just to see what we could be, so...
(Yeah...)
Come see about me

(Yeah...)

Sir lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)

[Future:]
Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Pluto, yeah
I can see it
All these green, sir
Blowin' weed, sir
Big ol' rings, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, headline tour, sir, with the bands, sir (band, sir)
I ain't pressed, sir, over a band, sir (band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she's a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make 'em go faster (faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (passed her)
Icy Patek, tell 'em, "Kiss my ass, sir" (ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster)
Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster)
He said, "You bad, Nicki," I said, "Thanks, sir" (thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I'm The Answer (Answer)
I'm in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir)
These niggas broke, they ain't got no plans, sir (plans, sir)
I call 'em Sway, they ain't got the answer (answer)
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser (chaser)
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir (face, sir)
They double tap, sir, it's a fact, sir (fact, sir)
All the comments sayin', "It's a snack, sir" (snack, sir)
New bae, I'm his dirty dancer (dancer)
I said I wouldn't but I took a chance, sir (chance, sir)
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer (Prancer)
I bust it open for him out in Cancer (Cancer)
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx

[Future:]
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad)
I'm livin' lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (fuck all the static)
Out on bond service, servin' dope, sir
Where I'm from, sir, they'll serve your mom, sir (serve your mom, sir)
Cocaina dealin', jackboy, sir (jackboy)
Stars in the ceilin', sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster)
Jeff Gordan sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
He wanna body, sir, you tryna get some stains, sir

On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir

[Future & Nicki Minaj:]
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

Miami lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of bodies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin'
I think that he popped a molly 'cause look how he sweatin'
I'mma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It's the biggest
A bitch ain't cough one time
It's the sickest
I don't ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I'm the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki
Who ya pick is?

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of bodies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I'm very sorry
You could call me Barbie, 'cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I'm a busy bitch, I'm filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the Queen's like it's Hollis
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I'm doin' it
Don't get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don't it
(It look easy don't it, it look easy don't it)

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of bodies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

Coco Chanel lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Foxy Brown)

[Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj:]
Whole lotta gang shit
Oh, uh, ugh, ayy yo Chun
Uh, ayy yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
Yo!

[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Ayo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it
That's word to Brook' now, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A nigga greased on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em

He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

[Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj:]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days (woah)
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!

[Nicki Minaj:]
He got me like a coco, yeah uh la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go "ding-ding"
If I get an inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting

Foxy plus one, it's me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
Run a Kartel, Dem fi 'fraid Vybz
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's like we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

Inspirations (Outro) lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Capleton, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh oh
Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go so
Supercat, all over his Ferragamo, I know
Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, Jah know
Ninja Man, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, Patra
DJ pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh
Bunji Garlin, Fay-Ann Lyons
Anything we wear, girl go on and tryin' (okay)
Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion
Marchin' with Lauryn Hill to Zion
Caribbean tings what I am
Me and Fox gettin' paper like we ain't tryin'

FEFE lyrics - 6ix9ine (feat. Murda Beatz, Nicki Minaj)

[6ix9ine:]
It's fuckin' TR3YWAY!
It's King of New York, lookin' for the Queen
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
[Baka:]
Murda on the beat so it's not nice!

[6ix9ine:]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker, hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it's free, free
I don't even know like "Why I did that?"
I don't even know like "Why I hit that?"
All I know is that I just can't wife that
Talk to her nice so she won't fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

Draco got that kick-back, when I blow that, they all do track
They don't shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter, with a Ruger, we gon' do ya
Niggas say they killin' people, but I really fuckin' do it

I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

[Nicki Minaj:]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I'm from New York, so I'm cocky, say he fuckin' with my posse
Copped me Chloé like Kardashi', keep this pussy in Versace
Said I'm pretty like Tinashe
Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days, I get chips, I ask for Lay's
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, "Yo, how'd it taste?"
(Yo, how'd it taste?!)

[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
I don't really want no friends, no

[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can't get yo shit back, in fact this that bitch
That "I hate small talk, I don't fuck with chit-chat"
AC just stopped workin', so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back, come through rockin' fashions
That got all these bitches like "Yo, what's that?"

[6ix9ine:]
I don't really want no friends
[Nicki Minaj:]
I don't really want no friends, no

[6ix9ine (Nicki Minaj):]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don't really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this shit, now I won't see that bitch again
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain't fuckin' me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don't care
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
I don't really want no friends, I don't really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

Regular Degular lyrics - Nicki Minaj

I am not your regular degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particulars
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous
I am not your regular degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particular
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous

Oochie coochie juicy, Tropicana, yah
We be looking bougie in Gabbana, mwah
Which one of y'all selling them bananas, huh
Sweep the Playoffs ‘cause who needs a janitor?
They ask me when I knew I wasn't regular
I tell ‘em that the coupe do not take regular
Plus all my dogs is with me like Cruella, yah
Get these bitches some bread because they jelly, yah
Thick in the thighs, wet as the ocean, he fixin’ to dive
This is the prize, roll to the bitches because of my drive
Up in the skies, I am so famous, I need a disguise
Cuttin’ some ties, that’s word to Kendrick, they killin’ my vibe

Ah, ah, ain't regular
Don’t even ah, even talk on my cellular
I’m still a yah, you a nah, you a regular
I am a star, where you start? In my belly, yah

I am not your regular a degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particulars
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous
I am not your regular a degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particular
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous

.45 on my table, I’m a killer, yah
Where is Elvis Presley? I’m Priscilla, yah
‘Bout to cop some dope from my drug dealer, yah
Then I’m ‘bout to crush it like Godzilla, yah
Is this how people act when you not regular?
They screamin’ from Africa to Australia
I told ‘em that I’ve always been peculiar
Queenin’ down to the letter, as in Julius
Thick in the thighs, thin in the waist, I be catching them eyes
Look at the ice, whippin’ that work, I be flippin’ them pies
Flippin’ them pies, givin’ him work whenever he applies
Look at the size, supersi-ize, I ain’t talkin’ the fries

Ah, ah, ain't regular
Don’t even ah, even talk on my cellular
I’m still a yah, you a nah, you a regular
I am a star, where you start? In my belly, yah

I am not your regular a degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particulars
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous
I am not your regular a degular
I am just so extracurricular
I will not get off into particular
I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous

"Queen" (2018)

• Barbie Tingz lyrics - Nicki Minaj
• Chun-Li lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Barbie Tingz lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem
Dem-dem-dem-dem

Uh, I'm in my prime, Optimus
Sagittarius, so you know I'm an optimist
Man, keep it all real, I'm a prophetess (okay)
So at least you took a L off your bucket list (bucket list)
It's time to make hits and it's time to diss
How you still dissin', still can't find some hits? (Okay)
Was it worth it, dummy? I ain't mind a bit
Still on that show gettin' no chips, time to dip

I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (okay)
I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (okay)
Ritchie like Guy and I still eat Thai
Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try
Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me
Wanna be in demand, get booked like me
Wanna run up in the lab and cook like me
But ain't nan you hoes pussy good like me
Pussy so good his ex wanna still fight me
Face so pretty bitches wish they could slice me
She just mad 'cause he never bought her ice like me
I cut all my niggas off, but they would still wife me (still wife me)

Rap bitches tell they team, "Make 'em like Barbie"
Had to come off IG so they can't stalk me
All they do is copy looks, steal music too
Want to see what bitches do when they lose the blue-print
I mean the pinkprint, ho, let it sink in
I spoke to Jay the other day, he's still the kingpin
He's still the only nigga that I woulda signed to
If I ain't sign to Wayne's perfectly designed crew
'Cause we the big 3, don't need a big speech
We made the biggest impact, check the spreadsheet
That's Lil Weezy, the Barbie and Drizzy Drake
Niggas gettin' more cheese, kissy face
I'm a bad bitch, fuck the bitch (uh)
Bitch get slick, I'ma cut the bitch
I'm a bad bitch, suck some dick (okay)
If that bitch get slick, I'll cut the bitch
I'll cut up the bitch, I'll gut the bitch (okay)
Had to fuck up the bitch, man, fuck the bitch
Won't shoot her but I will gun-butt the bitch
When we say "Fuck the bitch" dick-up the bitch
She was stuck-up so my niggas stuck up the bitch
Still draggin' her so don't pick up the bitch
Get the combination to the safe, drug the bitch
Know the whole operation been bugged the bitch

I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (okay)
I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (okay)
Ritchie like Guy and I still eat Thai
Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try
Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me
Wanna be in demand, get booked like me
Wanna run up in the lab and cook like me
But ain't nan you hoes pussy good like me
Pussy so good his ex wanna still fight me
Face so pretty bitches wish they could slice me
She just mad 'cause he never bought her ice like me
I cut all my niggas off, but they would still wife me (still wife me)

They would still wife me
They would still wife me
Yup, him too, he would still wife me
Ahh, ha
When it come to stealin' flows, these birds is fluent
But they stutter when get asked 'bout the queen's influence
When it's clear they bite me, I'm flattered they like me
I don't wanna check bitches, tell 'em wear their Nikes
Barbie tings, that's Barbie tings
Big Barbie tings, that's Barbie tings
Big Barbie tings, that's Barbie tings
Uh, Barbie dreamhouse, Barbie rings
That's Barbie beach house, Barbie Benz
Barbie white picket, Barbie fence
All tea, all shade, bitch, all offense
If you ever try to confiscate Barbie's ken
I'ma put you in the box where my dollies been
Chop it up and the next stop garbage bin
'Cause you hoes too old to be gossipin'
I'm just tryna find out when the new Porsche come in

Chun-Li lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Ayo, look like I'm goin' for a swim
Dunk on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim
Bitch ain't comin' off the bench
While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched
Here, get some haterade, get ya thirst quenched
Styled on 'em in this Burberry trench
These birds copy every word, every inch
But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrr)
I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot
Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot
Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc (by the rock)
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock

Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off

Oh, I get it, huh, they paintin' me out to be the bad guy
Well it's the last time you gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me

I went and copped the chopsticks, put it in my bun just to pop shit
I'm always in the top shit, box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip
How many of them coulda did it with finesse?
Now everybody like, "She really is the best"
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong
Bitch, it's King Kong, this is King Kong
Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong
This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
In my kingdom with my Timbs on
How many championships? What? Six rings on

They need rappers like me!
They need rappers like me!
So they can get on their fucking keyboards!
And make me the bad guy, Chun-Li

Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off

I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle
I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi
Gimme the password to the fuckin' wifi

Nicki Minaj other songs:

Ain't Gone Do It lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don't need to know your name
Don't you see these on my feet?
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin' that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I'm in the hood?
When you know fuckin' right I'm in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin' at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin' with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin' Adobe
Oh, oh, that's some baloney
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin' for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I'm draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don't need to know your name
Don't you see these on my feet?
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

[?]

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don't need to know your name
Don't you see these on my feet?
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

He said, "Arch your back"
I ain't gon' do it
He said, "Kiss my neck"
I ain't gon' do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain't gon' do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, "Arch your back"
I ain't gon' do it
He said, "Kiss my neck"
I ain't gon' do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain't gon' do it
I'm a need some fresh air, bitch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don't need to know your name
Don't you see these on my feet?
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

Black Barbies lyrics - Nicki Minaj

[Nicki Minaj:]
Mike Will Made It Nigga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat ass and pretty titties
Get dummies for they money

You sent flowers but I wish I didn't receive 'em
All your lies I wish I didn't believe 'em

That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

Sativa so strong I'm not blinkin'
What in the world was I thinkin'?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I'm a fuckin' black Barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the 'Rari
Always fuck him like I'm sorry
Who the fuck is gon' protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter Piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

I see these silly nigga's flexin', it's a no zone
You gon' be floatin' in them rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snow cone
She said she got a hit record, I said, "Oh shit!"
Picked up my phone 'cause I had to call "Bullshit!"
These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit
These bitches pussy and they don't ever do shit

Hahaha, get it? Douche-...hahahahahahaha

Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported
Niggas love me so much they be sendin' me gifts
And these clown niggas actin', I'mma send 'em some skits
Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send 'em some tips
All these bitches is my sons, should be suckin' my tits

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus
Usually I'm a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my niggas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I'm the baddest, usually I'm the cutest
Usually I'm the flyest, usually you're the stewardess
And we ain't playin' ball but usually its some shooters
Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax-brack

[Swae Lee:]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me

[Nicki Minaj:]
That boy is a real pussy pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin' for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a shit about PETA

[Swae Lee:]
That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle