[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...
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
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