You make me, you make me, ooh
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two fucks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
I don't wanna fight but, I'll fuck around and shoot you
I don't wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will fuck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
Put You In A Room lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Hook x2:]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Wamables lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Intro:]
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
[Chorus:]
See, I'm all about my wamables
See, I'm all about my wamables
(hello, hello, hello, hello)
[Verse 1:]
I'm all about my wamables, niggas ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables, these bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges, bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages, pussy miles go up if you’re talented
I'm all about pool life, thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex, fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP, real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for? And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap, let me see your crack, like the trap
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I like percocets, I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'mma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches, go'n hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch,I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess,playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent...)
[Chorus x4]
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
[Chorus:]
See, I'm all about my wamables
See, I'm all about my wamables
(hello, hello, hello, hello)
[Verse 1:]
I'm all about my wamables, niggas ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables, these bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges, bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages, pussy miles go up if you’re talented
I'm all about pool life, thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex, fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP, real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for? And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap, let me see your crack, like the trap
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2:]
I like percocets, I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'mma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches, go'n hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch,I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over fuck a recess,playtime been over fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent...)
[Chorus x4]
"Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded - The Re-Up" (2012)
- Up In Flames lyrics - Nicki Minaj
- Freedom lyrics - Nicki Minaj
- Hell Yeah lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Parker)
- High School lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
- I'm Legit lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ciara)
- I Endorse These Strippers lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx)
- The Boys lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Cassie)
- Va Va Voom lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)
Up In Flames lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn't text the kid
I got a pool that I never even swim in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki? Branding
Suck a cockpit prepare for landing
I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed be?
Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B
I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes
I'm in Saint Tropez on a big boat
On my way to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out in case you bitches get a slick throat
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Won another round, willing get the ref
Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet
I'm the motherfucking Queen 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilling with executives
Check the charts,
All my winnings are consecutive
Trillion dollar deficit
But y'all don't hear me though
All you bitches deaf as shit
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo
This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low
Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient
I'm checking these bitches like an application
Cause these bitches trippin' no navigation
So it's off with your head decapitation
Send em up in flames like a firemen
I do the hiring and I do the firing
That boss shit that you talk,
I live it
And I'm calling a travel
If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn't text the kid
I got a pool that I never even swim in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki? Branding
Suck a cockpit prepare for landing
I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed be?
Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B
I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes
I'm in Saint Tropez on a big boat
On my way to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out in case you bitches get a slick throat
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (going up in flames)
Won another round, willing get the ref
Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet
I'm the motherfucking Queen 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilling with executives
Check the charts,
All my winnings are consecutive
Trillion dollar deficit
But y'all don't hear me though
All you bitches deaf as shit
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo
This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low
Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient
I'm checking these bitches like an application
Cause these bitches trippin' no navigation
So it's off with your head decapitation
Send em up in flames like a firemen
I do the hiring and I do the firing
That boss shit that you talk,
I live it
And I'm calling a travel
If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches
[Chorus]
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)
Freedom lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1:]
They never thank me for opening doors
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
'Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is so hateful
I remain a staple
My career's been a pink print
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophesy every thing I do?
But before I continue let me thank my crew
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine,
Baby & Slim came
Tez & E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
'Cause prior to me signing
I could've went insane
And even now I think do I really want this fame
Let me get up and go, 700 to go
Overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists
And I'm starting to show
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Verse 2:]
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99% of them, is nobody
Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
Niggas spend they last dime to say they copped the soonest
Why these niggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles
B-b-b-bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital
I'm just that vital
I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
Pink Friday in Macy's
Thongs and some pasties
(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? 'Cause I must've missed it)
12 milli to kick my feet up
Get ready this is the RE-UP
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Bridge:]
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Hiding baby
[x2:]
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya all for your
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
They never thank me for opening doors
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
'Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is so hateful
I remain a staple
My career's been a pink print
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophesy every thing I do?
But before I continue let me thank my crew
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine,
Baby & Slim came
Tez & E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
'Cause prior to me signing
I could've went insane
And even now I think do I really want this fame
Let me get up and go, 700 to go
Overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists
And I'm starting to show
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Verse 2:]
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99% of them, is nobody
Bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
Niggas spend they last dime to say they copped the soonest
Why these niggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen Noodles
B-b-b-bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital
I'm just that vital
I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
Pink Friday in Macy's
Thongs and some pasties
(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? 'Cause I must've missed it)
12 milli to kick my feet up
Get ready this is the RE-UP
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
[Bridge:]
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Hiding baby
[x2:]
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya
Would you, would you
Give ya all for your
[Hook: x2]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
'Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here
Hell Yeah lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Parker)
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, innin'
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when
Paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a GT vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But the good cheer
That's why my pocket on blimp like the good year, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 2]
But you're boring as fuck, though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playin', boss for real
When they go against the kid it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay
I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on idol
Huh?
Say cheese to that
When they see me on the screen check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura (ora) where Rita at?
Send a GT vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, innin'
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when
Paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a GT vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But the good cheer
That's why my pocket on blimp like the good year, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
[Verse 2]
But you're boring as fuck, though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playin', boss for real
When they go against the kid it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay
I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on idol
Huh?
Say cheese to that
When they see me on the screen check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura (ora) where Rita at?
Send a GT vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah
[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah
High School lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her mamma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her, "Make me some money," she tell me, "Make me a wife."
I tell that "Bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it's mine
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who else?
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself,
Lil Tune."
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Outro — Nicki Minaj:]
I know you want it, boy
I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Verse 2 — Lil Wayne:]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her mamma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her, "Make me some money," she tell me, "Make me a wife."
I tell that "Bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it's mine
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who else?
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself,
Lil Tune."
[Hook — Nicki Minaj:]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
[Outro — Nicki Minaj:]
I know you want it, boy
I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm Legit lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ciara)
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
Beat 'em like they stole something
Beat 'em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang give 'em 5 percent
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 2 — Nicki Minaj:]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 1 — Nicki Minaj:]
Beat 'em like they stole something
Beat 'em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang give 'em 5 percent
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
[Verse 2 — Nicki Minaj:]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for
[Hook 2x — Ciara:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit
I Endorse These Strippers lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx)
Now, I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
Now, I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I endorse young Mitt, I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous Conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with my pussy I am just that bored
I mean we could've went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bust a band in the VIP
My money can't fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit
Ooooh,
Boobs boobs boobs boobs lotta boobs
Man I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain't got no time for your silly feuds I'm with pretty gang at Sue's, rendezvous
Batman, I'm Robin, hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamanos!
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though I feed them bitches with papadeaux
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my motherfucking' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Tyga:]
Hey bitch, I'm T-Raw
Get on that pole and free fall
Heard my best friend fucked with you I said, "That's cool, now you do too."
Gettin' head in the carpool Her mouth draw like our school
Anaconda, part 2 I pull it out, that's all you, all-all you I'm tryna smash,
I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I'm a little nigga with a big wand, I ain't tryna brag
I'm Eli in that strip club, that money,
Got a quarter back I make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free She gon' probably have to pay me
Gettin dizzy all I do is spin
White ghost I'm floatin' She up and down that pole
But she ain't votin'
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Thomas Brinx:]
Now I endorse this paper, I endorse this liquor
I bust a band in the VIP and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split, she got a horse ass with her
She tryna bring home a friend and I enforce that nigga
I threw like 4 stacks nigga and then 4 more stacks nigga
I'm only just gettin' started, I blew a Porsche that minute
It's king of diamonds so starless onyx,
My whore got bitter cause I ain't call her this mornin', she almost torched my shit up (whoa)
When I hit a shopping spree oh shit I ball
Sorry but you can't get these at Lenox mall
Nah hoe, this ain't clearance at Americana
This that boy you better cuff ya baby mama
Copy, kinko, for Nicki show that pink hole
Drop it bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
House of 40 ratchet bitches and I treat 'em right
She fought me to get to Nicki, that's that shit I like
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
Now, I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
I endorse young Mitt, I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous Conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with my pussy I am just that bored
I mean we could've went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bust a band in the VIP
My money can't fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit
Ooooh,
Boobs boobs boobs boobs lotta boobs
Man I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain't got no time for your silly feuds I'm with pretty gang at Sue's, rendezvous
Batman, I'm Robin, hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamanos!
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though I feed them bitches with papadeaux
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my motherfucking' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Tyga:]
Hey bitch, I'm T-Raw
Get on that pole and free fall
Heard my best friend fucked with you I said, "That's cool, now you do too."
Gettin' head in the carpool Her mouth draw like our school
Anaconda, part 2 I pull it out, that's all you, all-all you I'm tryna smash,
I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I'm a little nigga with a big wand, I ain't tryna brag
I'm Eli in that strip club, that money,
Got a quarter back I make a hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
She said I can't fuck for free I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't fuck for free She gon' probably have to pay me
Gettin dizzy all I do is spin
White ghost I'm floatin' She up and down that pole
But she ain't votin'
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
[Thomas Brinx:]
Now I endorse this paper, I endorse this liquor
I bust a band in the VIP and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split, she got a horse ass with her
She tryna bring home a friend and I enforce that nigga
I threw like 4 stacks nigga and then 4 more stacks nigga
I'm only just gettin' started, I blew a Porsche that minute
It's king of diamonds so starless onyx,
My whore got bitter cause I ain't call her this mornin', she almost torched my shit up (whoa)
When I hit a shopping spree oh shit I ball
Sorry but you can't get these at Lenox mall
Nah hoe, this ain't clearance at Americana
This that boy you better cuff ya baby mama
Copy, kinko, for Nicki show that pink hole
Drop it bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
House of 40 ratchet bitches and I treat 'em right
She fought me to get to Nicki, that's that shit I like
I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]
The Boys lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Cassie)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat diddy
Did you ever really love me Stevie?
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're premature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah, the Razor
She my son, yeah
But I ain't Raise her
Loose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
[Cassie:]
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Repeat]
The boys always spending all their money on love [4x]
[Nicki Minaj speaking:]
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie...
P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat diddy
Did you ever really love me Stevie?
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
[Cassie:]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
[Cassie:]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're premature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah, the Razor
She my son, yeah
But I ain't Raise her
Loose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
[Cassie:]
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
[Repeat]
The boys always spending all their money on love [4x]
[Nicki Minaj speaking:]
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie...
Encore '07 lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
Thank you
Thank you for coming out tonight
Ladies and gentlemen
I am the president of Dirty Money Records
(What the hell are you waiting for)
New York City (chea)
[Verse 1:]
Who you know fresher than Nick
Riddle me that
Mammi you itty bitty
Can't mirror me back
Everybody gon see where I'm lyrically at
Used to hate Nicki now they giving me dat
I live and I learn but I wait my turn
I'm always on the run got weight to burn
Ease off the gas then I make the turn
Three off the pass they don't play like her
Why I can't just be ill
Why when they see me bitches gotta go “ew”
Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills
Why I'm this hot and still didn't get a deal (chea)
The rain and the pain
I done paid my dues
I'm ready for the game
I done laced my shoes
Everything I say believe I'm gon do
Came out the coup petite with tall boots
[Chorus:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
I know you sick of all them girls
They're such a bore
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
After me there shall be no more
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
[Verse 2:]
Look what you made me do
Look what I made for you
Knew when I paid my dues
That I would aim for you
Straight from the streets of Queens and yet it seems
The only thing they know is that I push a beam
All they sees a pretty face
How I ride the base
So I put my hoodie down just to hide my face
They don't see the tears I cry, the fears I hide
Told me keep my cares inside, it's merely pride
Like my grandmother, I wonder if she next to pop
Said the next time I seen her she would be in a box (damn)
She was right, she was dead right
How was I to know that would be her last night (last night)
If I could turn back the time
Dear God, somehow could you press rewind
Won't come when I call, but he just in time
So I come when he call, like I'm next in line
When you got something good why the devil gotta ruin it
Guess she never know I be the best bitch doin it
[Sample: Linkin Park]
(Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
As be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
(I've become so numb)
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
Thank you
Thank you for coming out tonight
Ladies and gentlemen
I am the president of Dirty Money Records
(What the hell are you waiting for)
New York City (chea)
[Verse 1:]
Who you know fresher than Nick
Riddle me that
Mammi you itty bitty
Can't mirror me back
Everybody gon see where I'm lyrically at
Used to hate Nicki now they giving me dat
I live and I learn but I wait my turn
I'm always on the run got weight to burn
Ease off the gas then I make the turn
Three off the pass they don't play like her
Why I can't just be ill
Why when they see me bitches gotta go “ew”
Why my lil nigga still gotta sell krills
Why I'm this hot and still didn't get a deal (chea)
The rain and the pain
I done paid my dues
I'm ready for the game
I done laced my shoes
Everything I say believe I'm gon do
Came out the coup petite with tall boots
[Chorus:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
I know you sick of all them girls
They're such a bore
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
After me there shall be no more
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
(What the hell are you waiting for)
[Verse 2:]
Look what you made me do
Look what I made for you
Knew when I paid my dues
That I would aim for you
Straight from the streets of Queens and yet it seems
The only thing they know is that I push a beam
All they sees a pretty face
How I ride the base
So I put my hoodie down just to hide my face
They don't see the tears I cry, the fears I hide
Told me keep my cares inside, it's merely pride
Like my grandmother, I wonder if she next to pop
Said the next time I seen her she would be in a box (damn)
She was right, she was dead right
How was I to know that would be her last night (last night)
If I could turn back the time
Dear God, somehow could you press rewind
Won't come when I call, but he just in time
So I come when he call, like I'm next in line
When you got something good why the devil gotta ruin it
Guess she never know I be the best bitch doin it
[Sample: Linkin Park]
(Tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
Caught in the undertow just caught in the undertow
And every second I waste is more than I can take
I've become so numb I can't feel you there
I've become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
As be more like me and be less like you
I've become so numb)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Can I get a encore I know you want more
(I've become so numb)
But it's my time I need ya'll to roar
It's my time I need ya'll to roar
Ease Up lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Ru Spits)
[Hook:]
Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up)
In the back when you rolling your trees up (trees up)
Where my niggas that getting they freeze up
And getting they tease up, just tell em to ease up (ease up)
I don’t know what they take me for
And I don’t know what they hate me for -- I get cake fo-sho
And I don’t know how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
[Verse 1:]
These broke niggas always reading up
Niggas see me in the beam and they speeding up
I’m like duke holler at me when your G’s are up
Oh, that’s the Kanye piece? Throw your Jesus up
When I say I’m bout my gwop, I don’t me a-molie
It’s like I’m being watched, I don’t me a rollie
I’m half past 7′o clock all by my lonely
Spits got the dessie on cock and wanna bone me (Blocka)
Bitches getting mad cause they know they can’t stop her
Nickname should be TV the way they watch her
Run with a shotter
Gotta be at least 6 feet to break me off proper
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I’m at the bar getting Rémy on rocks
I’m coming for these rap bitches if they ready or not (yeah)
You know the girl, I already was hot
You tell em fuck a new bitch, I want a veteran spot
Look, it’s Nicki M. in the place so stay back
I stay around the white like I’m Pat Sajak
Plus I had my A game up since 8-track
I’m Diddy with the flow, “Take that, take that”
My flow say (cha-ching) and my flow say (cheese)
I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze
Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em
Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick em
[Singing:]
If you wanna me sweat me, then baby let me
Tell you I’m not like them other girls you been with
Cause I know you think I’m sexy, you wanna sex me
Rolling with the fifth, we make hits, when make chips, bitch
[Verse 3: Ru Spits]
I don’t know what you chasing dog
Cause I don’t got patience for (nope, nope)
All these dudes that be hating ya’ll
Cause money we be taking more, getting cake for sure
Only think about making more
Grey Azzure make drag, let it scrape the floor
Don’t get mad when I take your broad
Rock stone, can’t trace the flaw
So in a way, I guess you could say I was made to ball
Act out and the K applaud
Me and Nicki gon’ pave the course
You wanna play the boss, you gon' learn how to take a loss
Of course I’m back, kid still torch the track
Getting paper like Office Max
Branch house with the horse to match
Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the mack
So, G’s up, niggas get your B’s up
Chick act up, tell a ho to ease up
In the back of the club, home roll that weed up
If you wanna jump bad, a beat down’s the out come
[Hook]
Where my niggas that getting they G’s up (G’s up)
In the back when you rolling your trees up (trees up)
Where my niggas that getting they freeze up
And getting they tease up, just tell em to ease up (ease up)
I don’t know what they take me for
And I don’t know what they hate me for -- I get cake fo-sho
And I don’t know how to take it slow
I’m the type to get right, stay in the limelight
[Verse 1:]
These broke niggas always reading up
Niggas see me in the beam and they speeding up
I’m like duke holler at me when your G’s are up
Oh, that’s the Kanye piece? Throw your Jesus up
When I say I’m bout my gwop, I don’t me a-molie
It’s like I’m being watched, I don’t me a rollie
I’m half past 7′o clock all by my lonely
Spits got the dessie on cock and wanna bone me (Blocka)
Bitches getting mad cause they know they can’t stop her
Nickname should be TV the way they watch her
Run with a shotter
Gotta be at least 6 feet to break me off proper
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
I’m at the bar getting Rémy on rocks
I’m coming for these rap bitches if they ready or not (yeah)
You know the girl, I already was hot
You tell em fuck a new bitch, I want a veteran spot
Look, it’s Nicki M. in the place so stay back
I stay around the white like I’m Pat Sajak
Plus I had my A game up since 8-track
I’m Diddy with the flow, “Take that, take that”
My flow say (cha-ching) and my flow say (cheese)
I ain’t got a bag but my wrist say freeze
Dick em, trick em, I know how to pick em
Stick em, ha-ha-ha, stick em
[Singing:]
If you wanna me sweat me, then baby let me
Tell you I’m not like them other girls you been with
Cause I know you think I’m sexy, you wanna sex me
Rolling with the fifth, we make hits, when make chips, bitch
[Verse 3: Ru Spits]
I don’t know what you chasing dog
Cause I don’t got patience for (nope, nope)
All these dudes that be hating ya’ll
Cause money we be taking more, getting cake for sure
Only think about making more
Grey Azzure make drag, let it scrape the floor
Don’t get mad when I take your broad
Rock stone, can’t trace the flaw
So in a way, I guess you could say I was made to ball
Act out and the K applaud
Me and Nicki gon’ pave the course
You wanna play the boss, you gon' learn how to take a loss
Of course I’m back, kid still torch the track
Getting paper like Office Max
Branch house with the horse to match
Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the mack
So, G’s up, niggas get your B’s up
Chick act up, tell a ho to ease up
In the back of the club, home roll that weed up
If you wanna jump bad, a beat down’s the out come
[Hook]
Sunshine lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Gravy)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo... yo, yo yo yo, hold the doe
Let me get up on the floor like Mardi Gras
Like every time I rhyme I sun the shine
Lil mama, you a bird like you done some time
Every, every time I spit it's a massacre
So they better more fast like nas-acar
Everyone want a dime, I'm, I'm the best
When I get up in the club I grind the best
You don't know, you better respect me
I'm with a tryfit, affidicuous Nicki
I am the one, like Tracy McGrady
Now little daddy let me, let me upgrade ya
Come on, I make it hot, see I'm a hot one
I keep the stack & let Max play the shotgun
I'm in the good car, always with a hood star
Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Good Bar
[Hook x2:]
Get up on my level niggas, get it up
Gettin Dirty Money figures, throw it up
Get up on my level bitches, get it up
Drink some Dirty Money bitches, get a cup
[Verse 2: Gravy]
It's frego daddy, grade V of coarse
God Willing coming soon, I'm the good of New York
I shine like VVS stones in the dark
Take a seat, when you here me like Rosa Parks
Fuck the chit chat
Let's talk guns & drugs, you with that?
Tryin' to see a mill or two, fuck who I'm better than
Rollin up on a dutch, you know I need my medicine
It's high noon & I'm the nigga that shot the sheriff
Me & Nicki's like Bonnie & Clyde, don't be embarrassed
I'm sort of like a rabbit the way I love my cabbage
But I Still watch for 5-0 like I'm Garret
08′ Challenger lookin' like Dukes of Hazzard
Turn it into a coupe, and now the roofs gone
Word to Nicki Minaj with daisy dukes on
See it's Max-a-millie-on, chumps so move on
Before I Get like a auto-bot and transform
Too Hot & I ain't Mims
I flip bricks while you little clown still buyin' rims
Who's in charge, stop frontin' like I ain't him
I'm sect, 5th ave, you still shop at Fims
Superstar with the Audemar & a pair of Tims
Who you're wives screwing? Flossin', I been doin'
Fuckers
[Hook x2]
Yo... yo, yo yo yo, hold the doe
Let me get up on the floor like Mardi Gras
Like every time I rhyme I sun the shine
Lil mama, you a bird like you done some time
Every, every time I spit it's a massacre
So they better more fast like nas-acar
Everyone want a dime, I'm, I'm the best
When I get up in the club I grind the best
You don't know, you better respect me
I'm with a tryfit, affidicuous Nicki
I am the one, like Tracy McGrady
Now little daddy let me, let me upgrade ya
Come on, I make it hot, see I'm a hot one
I keep the stack & let Max play the shotgun
I'm in the good car, always with a hood star
Introducing Mr. & Mrs. Good Bar
[Hook x2:]
Get up on my level niggas, get it up
Gettin Dirty Money figures, throw it up
Get up on my level bitches, get it up
Drink some Dirty Money bitches, get a cup
[Verse 2: Gravy]
It's frego daddy, grade V of coarse
God Willing coming soon, I'm the good of New York
I shine like VVS stones in the dark
Take a seat, when you here me like Rosa Parks
Fuck the chit chat
Let's talk guns & drugs, you with that?
Tryin' to see a mill or two, fuck who I'm better than
Rollin up on a dutch, you know I need my medicine
It's high noon & I'm the nigga that shot the sheriff
Me & Nicki's like Bonnie & Clyde, don't be embarrassed
I'm sort of like a rabbit the way I love my cabbage
But I Still watch for 5-0 like I'm Garret
08′ Challenger lookin' like Dukes of Hazzard
Turn it into a coupe, and now the roofs gone
Word to Nicki Minaj with daisy dukes on
See it's Max-a-millie-on, chumps so move on
Before I Get like a auto-bot and transform
Too Hot & I ain't Mims
I flip bricks while you little clown still buyin' rims
Who's in charge, stop frontin' like I ain't him
I'm sect, 5th ave, you still shop at Fims
Superstar with the Audemar & a pair of Tims
Who you're wives screwing? Flossin', I been doin'
Fuckers
[Hook x2]
Can't Stop Won't Stop lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Lil Wayne)
Good morning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
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