MEGATRON lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 Brra-ta-ta-ta

Brra-ta-ta-ta

They call me Megatron, just did a telethon

He got Margielas on, and I get my jealous on

I fuck him like I miss him, he just came out of prison

Bitches be talkin' shit, but they ain't got a pot to piss in

My name is Nicki M, I'm in a sticky Benz

That mean it's candy apple red, I'm Barbie, this is Ken

That is a Fendi fact, I'm with a hunnid macs

Oh, this is custom made, Donatella sent me that

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

It's better when I'm drinkin'

I tune up when I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

It's better when I'm drinkin'

I tune up when I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Brra-ta-ta-ta

They call me Megatron, shorty's a mega con

It ain't about the race either, it's the marathon

I put the squeeze on him, th-throw up the Bs on him

Th-that ass clappin' on the D, Hercules on him

My name is baddie, baddie, I keep it tight for zaddy

He keep it comin', comin', he ain't even drop the Addy

Trunk in the front-front, I need a blunt-blunt

I own my own moscato, bitch, we gettin' drunk-drunk

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

It's better when I'm drinkin'

I tune up when I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

It's better when I'm drinkin'

I tune up when I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Bite me, bite me, that excite me

He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be)

If you eatin' it, do it precisely

'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey

(Yup, it might be, yup, it might be)

He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be)

M-my pussy, m-my pussy (Yup, it might be)

'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Feel up, baby, feel on me

Pull up if you're feeling lonely

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

It's better when I'm drinkin'

I tune up when I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm

Brra-ta-ta-ta

Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'

Rum, rum when I'm

Red Ruby Da Sleeze lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 (Queen!)

Only on them Cs if it's breeze

Red Ruby da Sleeze

Chinese on my sleeves

These wanna be Chun Li's

Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nî hâo)

Who the fuck told bitches they was me now?

I knew these bitches was slow

I ain't know these bitches senile

Married a shooter, case you niggas tried to breathe loud

Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire

I'm the A, B side

Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave

But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves

(Oh‐oh, oh‐oh!)

Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip

It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch

Guacamole with the taco

Waiting for El Chapo

Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na

His ex hit him, he like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat

Why I'ma tease like that?

Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na

He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na

We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na

I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I'm a freak like that?

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

When the queen, leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach

Until I'm cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast

That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes

Dorito bitches mad that they nachos

Shout out my vatos

Shout out da hoes that's watching me like Movados

Click-click, all them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?

Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes

Big truck but I'm alone like Post though

Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal

These bitches rapping like my blooper roll

Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold

Got 'em like uh-oh

Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle

Ya fucking bozo

That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go

Super Fakks, that's word to Super Cat

We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat

'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee

Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy

Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths

Six hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?

Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce

Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth

See the difference is, I run businesses

If I ain't employ you, then what yo business is?

I'll have staff roll up like what the business is?

Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?

Bad gyal don't die, die, die

Hundred rounds on dat gratata

Real one lick a shot-ta-ta

She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah

Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah

Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah

Boy affi dead if he ever diss me

And he know what to do if he ever miss me

(If you want me to stay

I'll never leave

If you want me to stay

We'll always be

If you want me to stay

I'll never leave

If you want me to stay

Love endlessly

If you want me to stay)

Roman Holiday (Grammy 2012 Performance) lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 [Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]

Take your medication, Roman

Take a short vacation, Roman

You'll be okay

(Stop it, mother, please.)

You need to know your station, Roman

Some alterations on your clothes and your brain

(Get me out of here, mother.)

Take a little break, little break

From your silencing

There is so much you can take, you can take

I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday

A Roman holiday

[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]

You done, you tight?

You suck at life?

You don't want a round three

You'll suffer twice.

Worship the queen and you might could pass

Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass

Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari

I am the ultimate Svengali

You, you bitches can't even spell that

You, you hoes buggin'

Repel that

Let me tell you this, sister

I am, I am colder than a blister

'Cause my flow's so sick

And I'm a lunatic

And this can't be cured with no Elixir

'Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do

I done put the pressure to every thug I knew

Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too

Put the hyena in a freaking zoo (pew)

[Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]

Take your medication, Roman

Take a short vacation, Roman

You'll be OK

(Mother, stop it please.)

You need to know your station, Roman (I can't take it.)

Some alterations on your clothes and your brain

Take a little break, little break

From your silencing

There is so much you can take, you can take

I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Leave me alone, mother.)

Roman holiday (I hate you.)

A Roman holiday

[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]

Witch, twitch, bitch!

Motherfucking right, this is World War 6

This right here might make a bitch die

And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry

And if you being honest, I am such a great guy

And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock

I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under

No them bitches ain't eating

They dying of hunger

Motherfucker I need, who the fuck is this whore

And yes maybe just a touch of Tourettes

Get my wigs Terrence go and get my beret

[Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]

Take your medication, Roman

Take a short vacation, Roman (Mother, your a psychotic lady.)

You'll be OK

(Stop it please.)

You need to know your station, Roman

Some alterations on your clothes and your brain

(Get out of my head.)

Take a little break, little break

From your silencing

There is so much you can take, you can take

I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday

A Roman holiday

[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]

Come all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

I am Roman Zolanski

Come all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

I am Roman Zolanski

Come all ye faithful

Joyful and triumphant

I am Roman Zolanski

Talking about me, you talking about me?

I dare a motherfucker, to be talking about me

Them bitches must be smokin' a couple of OC

They want the outline, I give them a goatee

God damn, motherfucker, you talking about me?

I dare a motherfucker, to be talking about me

Them bitches must be smoking a couple of OC

They want the outline, I give them a goatee

Mother, forgive me.

Runnin lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg & Nicki Minaj

 (from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)

[A$AP Rocky:]

Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me

Goin' hard, hit 'em where it hurts, kill 'em softly

Bummed, stressed, tryna clear my mind, even smoke less

Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit full fledged

Talk reckless, comin' for your neck, no strep throat

Runnin'-runnin'-runnin' this shit, both legs, bro

Word around town, that they comin' for my head though

Funny thing about it, they don't know what's in my head though

Schizo', maniac like I'm finna go clepto'

So hands-on, kinda hard for me to let go (Let go)

Stackin' presidents like a Lego

Would introduce you to my friends, but they dead though

(Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me)

[Nicki Minaj:]

Ayo, run it, run it, run it, I'ma take it like a clepto'

Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though

Talk behind my back, but when they see me, it's respect though

Still got the crown, so I never give a 'F' though

Everything is wavy, I'ma hit 'em with the brush stroke

Then I'ma get high, I'ma get the best dope

Yeah I make the rules, I ain't following a dress code

I don't do the mess though, I'ma put a hex though

I ain't with the hugs and kisses, don't do the 'x-o'

Soon as the bell go ding though, I'll be in the ring though

We could shoot cinco

Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo

Peekin' out the window, but they'll never win though

[A$AP Rocky:]

Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me

Goin' hard, hit 'em where it hurts, kill 'em softly

Bummed, stressed, tryna clear my mind, even smoke less

Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit full fledged

Talk reckless, comin' for your neck, no strep throat

Runnin'-runnin'-runnin' this shit, both legs, bro

Word around town, that they comin' for my head though

Funny thing about it, they don't know what's in my head though

[A$AP Ferg:]

I'ma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm a veteran

In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace

In his head, neck, and his chest, he gon' catch a fist

I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless

In the ring, ain't no fuckin' game, ain't no Tetris

Hit him, bang, I'ma shake his brain, I'm gon' never miss

Man, I'm amped, I'm the fuckin' champ, I can't fail at this

Money dance, 'bout a million bands, I got hella grip

Hella chips, with a lot of chicks, coming by the clique

Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tick

Mo' grip when the dough flip, give me no lip

Whole fist, break his whole shit, take it, lil' bitch

Gettin' fit, have him win a 'ship , watch him catch a fit

Sorry lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Nas)

 [Nicki Minaj:]

Hey, baby

Even though you break my heart

I still love you

Sorry

Is all that you can say

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like forgive me (forgive me)

And you can say, baby (baby)

My baby, can I hold you tonight?

And maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time

You'd be Nas

Ayo

That bitch is always flippin'

You niggas never listen

We make a perfect team

Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen

But I'ma let you dip in

That wax sauce drippin'

Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference

You be like jungle digger

I don't want another nigga

I wanna make you 'bout a legend, but I make you bigger

Tinkerbell, Peter Pan

No bitches badder than me when I pull up

Got 'em screaming like a temper tan'

Ayo, DJ, drop the beat

My gun didn't fall but I drop the heat

I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I'm in a rush!)

Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)

I hit 'em with it, I'ma kill 'em with that wine wine

Ain't losin' watches, but with me, he always find time

We keep it classy when we eatin' it's that fine dine

But between love and hate, baby, it's a fine line

Sorry

Is all that you can say

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like forgive me (forgive me)

And you can say, baby (baby)

My baby, can I hold you tonight?

And maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time

You'd be Nas

[Nas:]

A mack

I used to mack with the MAC on me

Project parties, lights off, mad horny

Dutty wine and feel the gun I'm hidin'

She still grindin' on me, smilin' at me

I'm like "Hi, I'm Nasty"

"God bless ya, met ya'"

Thought you were sexy as ever

Flexing with your ex, I couldn't disrespect ya'

Later on, I undress ya, couldn't wait to sex ya'

Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special

Light travel faster than sound

Lightning strike one second every point two miles

So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud

Electricity touch your soul, that's how I get down

Gangsta love

Completing each other

Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other

Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl

But maybe being together's too much for the world, sorry

[Nicki Minaj:]

Sorry

Is all that you can say

Years gone by and still

Words don't come easily

Like forgive me (forgive me)

And you can say, baby (baby)

My baby, can I hold you tonight?

And maybe if I told you the right words

Ooh, at the right time

You'd be Nas

Super Freaky Girl lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 She's alright

That girl's alright with me

Yeah

Ay, yo

I can lick it, I can ride it

While you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it

You can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K

EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K

One thing about me, I'm the baddest alive

He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive

I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try

I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind

They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try

A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive

His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive

On applications I write, "Pressure", 'cause that's what I apply (Brrrr)

Pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy

Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie

I can lick it, I can ride it

While you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it

You can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K

EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K

'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?

Like, what the fuck, this ain't Burberry, custom brown?

He said, "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"

Then he said, "Do that pussy purr?" I said, "Yup, meow"

Hold up, fuck boys, ain't no need for you to roll up

Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up

Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo

Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO

Oh, whoa

Elegant bitch with a hoe glow

If it ain't big, then I won't blow

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G

Make him say "Uhh", just ask Master P

Ball so hard, I just took a knee

Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, word to RIH

Freak

F-f-freak

Some gyal a freak

Gyal a freak

Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak

I can lick it, I can ride it

While you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it

You can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K

EEEEE-A-K

F-R-EEEEE-A-K

Super Freaky Girl (Queen Mix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj, JT & BIA (feat. Katie Got Bandz, Akbar V & Maliibu Miitch)

 She's alright (Ayo)

That girl's alright with me (This the queen mix right here)

Miami, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, New York, stand the fuck up (Yeah)

Ayo (Brr, oop, hey, hey, hey, hey)

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K

E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E— (Uh, JT)

Pink pussy, pink coupe, no roof

Made him eat my pussy leavin' NOBU

Maxed out his card, fuck the total (Yeah)

Pulled up for a check, pussy mobile

Freak bitch, legs up, cash too (Cash)

Niggas eye fuck me when I pass through (Eye)

CC this pussy, you a bad nigga

Can't be broke and be my nigga (No)

Neck froze, ah, yeah, coast

I'ma bad bitch, get him for his pin numbers

Eat the pussy, beat the pussy, drill drummer

Big racks, all I'ma tryna get from him

Yo, Nick'? (What up, JT?)

You the winner (Thank you)

And I'm the princess of this shit

And a motherfuckin' gang member

Ha, haha, haha, ha

Brr, haha

F-F-Freak (Gang, gang got the hammer and the wrench)

Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak (Why you body that verse like that?)

Gyal ah freak, freak, freak, freak (Nicki, Nicki, BIA)

I'ma take the whole thing if I'm takin' the dick (I'ma take it, I'ma take it)

And I got ninety-nine problems 'cept for makin' it fit (Oh)

I see some bitches, mini-me's, and it's makin' me sick (Ew)

I'm just the realest bitch you seen with Nicki takin' a pic (Barbia)

I like all my diamonds dancin' (Uh)

They wanna know if we fuck in a mansion

Mmm, ask Nicki

If I'm in the room, then shit get sticky

I'm so bad I could touch myself again

Fuck myself like the Clermont twins (Uh)

He wanna fuck on all my friends (Uh)

I'm too rich for an OnlyFans

Ayo, Drillary Clinton

I'm a very freaky girl so don't bring me to mommas (Uh-huh)

If I pull up with that blicky sitckin' out of my Prada (Bang-bang)

And I ain't goin' if you broke so go get you some dollars (Okay)

I get my own, you know the saying, "Mo Money, Mo Problems"

He like 'em freaky, pussy squeaky

Give me that tongue, make it leaky

I make it wet, nickname Fiji (Ooh)

Let him record me, turn it to me, me (Yeah)

Now he only seeing me, me

Out on his man, I told him to leave me (On God)

You don't love me, you love that I'm freaky

Can't play with my heart, better play with your wee-wee

Hahahaha, AK

Told him, "Leave that bitch alone she ain't fuckin' you right" (Fuck her)

You can beat it but you gotta wear a glove like Mike (Yeah)

You know the dick real good, he be doin' it right (I'm on it)

I'm talkin' doin' it and doin' it and doin' it (Ooh)

While his bitch blowin' up my phone every other night (Uh-huh)

But I can't argue with no bum bitch

I'm cool J take a LL (Fuck, yeah)

And I'm too player to ever kiss and tell (Shh)

Them niggas spend a forty right at Chanel

Then I send him back to you like, "Farewell"

He give me left strokes, back strokes

Put that D all down my throat (Yeah)

No gag reflex, I ain't never gonna choke (Ooh)

Bad ass bitch, I ain't never goin' broke (Ow)

F-R-E-A-K

Can't mention the freak without AK, that's 'Bar, bitch

Freak, f-f-freak

(How you gonna say, "No gag reflex, ain't never gonna choke? Haha)

Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak

Gyal ah, gyal ah—, freak, freak, freak

Ayo, New York, Malii

He wanna eat it, if he bite it, I'ma turn 'round and fight him

I'ma put this pussy on him, have him sleepin' like NyQuil

What's up daddy? He like mami, I jacked UE's from Biden

I'm like, "Oh, just keep me fly", drippy stylin', profilin', uh

'Cause these bitches be eaters and bottom feeders (Uh)

I been had stripes like I'm down with Adidas (Uh)

Bitches on my body 'cause it's follow the leader (Uh)

Niggas on my body 'cause I'm hot like a heater

Price goin' up like a cab with a meter

Bad lil' bitty, they be fiendin' to meet her

Bad lil' bitty, they be fiendin' to be her

Whole lotta money like Nicki and BIA

Keep your two cents, bitch, this ain't a meter

I ain't talkin' Spanish when I say, "Señorita"

Told that bitch ghost writer, "Yo, send your reader"

Oh, you ain't know, ho? Ask Wikipedia

These bitches hungry, guess I'm just greedier

These bitches ugly, my bitches prettier

Horseback ridin', I be like, "Giddy up"

When I touch a city, paint it red like graffiti up

I ain't gotta beg for sympathy from the media

Eediat, mm-mm, haha, ha, hahaha, ha, haha

Mm-mm, mm-mm

Super Freaky Girl (Roman Remix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 She's alright

That girl's alright with me (Mmm), yeah

This is the extended version

Ayo (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K

E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

Uh, okay, one thing about me, I'm the baddest alive

He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive

I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try

I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind

They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try

A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive

His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive

On applications I write "pressure" 'cause that's what I apply (Brr)

P-P-P-Pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy

Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K

E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?

Like, what the fuck? This ain't Burberry, custom brown

He said "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"

Then he said "Do that pussy purr?" I said "Yup, meow"

Hold up, fuck-boys, ain't need no for you to roll up

Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up

Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo

Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO

Oh, woah, elegant bitch with a ho glow

If it ain't big, then I won't blow

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G (Let's go)

Made him say "Uh," just ask Master P (Let's go)

Ball so hard, I just took a knee (Let's go)

Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (Let's go)

Freak

F-F-Freak

Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak

Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K

E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-K, I'm a movie, I should be on replay (Ooh)

I'm tryna F-U-C-K, he got pictures of my titties in his briefcase (Purr)

I like D-I-C-K (C'mon), I like bad bitches too, she can be bae (Muah)

Ass fat to the max like TJ, BJ while he speedin' on the freeway

Don't play with Nicki 'cause it could get tricky

And that's word to Dricki, bitch, it could get sticky

And that's word to Dwayne Mi–, Michael Carter (Uh)

I'ma finish these dumb bitches, Michael Myers (Woo)

Don't nobody wanna hear that weak shit ho

In the game, fifteen, ain't peak yet ho

Tell that goofy get a chair, she was cocky, I could swear

Till my old tape sold more than your album, drop a tear

Nicki James, bitch, purr (Drop a tear)

A Nicki James, bitch (Drop a tear)

A Nick James (Drop a tear), a Nick James (Drop a tear), a Nick James, bitch (Drop a motherfuckin' tear, ahh)

I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'

I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it

You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it

And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it

He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

A-K, A-K, A-K

E-A-K (Freaky girl)

F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

Let's go

TROLLZ lyrics - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

 (Sad Pony)

[6ix9ine:]

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

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

The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it

Need it, got it, cash, pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

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

The 'Cat one hundred, you need that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two ninas

Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina

Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck

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

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts

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

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

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like

You a type of bitch that will never get a reply

Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom

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

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

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

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

[Nicki Minaj:]

Dollar, dollar bill, come get her

Even your man know Nickis do it better

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

Always on my page, never double-tap like me

Baddies to my left and my right

Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life

Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste

We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face

Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)

He a slave to this pussy, call me master

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

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

Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic

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

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

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

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

Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp

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

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

Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'

They keep hatin', but still watchin'

Check the boards, I'm still toppin'

Bustdown or plain jane, I got options

It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'

Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'

When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin')

When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'

[6ix9ine:]

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

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

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

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

[6ix9ine:]

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

[Nicki Minaj:]

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

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

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

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

That real ass ain't keep your nigga home

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

 [Intro:]

(Sad Pony)

[CanonF8:]

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

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

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

Need it, got it, cash, pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

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

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

[6ix9ine:]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two niñas

Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina

Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck

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

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts

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

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

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like

You a type of bitch that will never get a reply

Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom

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

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

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

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

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

Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata

[Nicki Minaj:]

He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato

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

All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco

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

Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa

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

Uh, a flock of birds, waka

All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers

Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)

He a slave to this pussy, call me master

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

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

Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic

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

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

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

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

Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp

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

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

[6ix9ine:]

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

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

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

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

[CanonF8:]

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

[Nicki Minaj:]

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

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

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

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

Tukoh Taka lyrics - Nicki Minaj, Maluma & Myriam Fares

 (Official FIFA Fan Festival™ Anthem)

[Myriam Fares:]

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

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

[Nicki Minaj:]

(Ayo)

Me, soy Trini

Everyting di man have, dat a fi mi

¿Dónde está el dinero? Papi, gimme

Pretty face, ugly gyal can't see me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, mira, mira, mira (Yeh)

Con mi copa amiga (Pah)

Loca, loca la vida (Sí)

Yo soy muy rica (Wuh)

Papel o plástica (Sah)

Some say "football", some say "soccer"

Likkle shot go block-a (Block-a)

[Myriam Fares:]

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

[Maluma:]

(Yeah, Maluma, ba-ba-baby)

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

Y esta es la vuelta cuando el perro ataca

Oro es lo que tiene abajo de esa bata

Mmm, qué lindo me trata (Ey)

Cuerpito 60-90 (Ah, ah)

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

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

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

Ah-ah, es ahí, la que anda por ahí

Quiere que lo mueva así, sí, sí, sí

Ah-ah, es ahí, la que anda por ahí

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

[Myriam Fares:]

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Khalina kelna nghani

W nebni hwalayna jani

W el alam kelo yhani

W el sot yehla w yaala

Khali el alam yesmaana

W taish el lahza maana

W el FIFA btejmana

Dehket el deni btemla

Salam (Wait, wait, wait), essmaa

Salam, salam, salam, salam

Salam, alaykom

Khalo farha bidaykom

Abshiro bel kheir yijikom, yi-yi

Salam, alaykom

FIFA el hob tehdikom

W yharek amalikom, yi-yi (Mondial)

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

Tukoh, tukoh taka, tukoh tuh, ta-ta

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

We Go Up lyrics - (feat. Fivio Foreign)

 (O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit)

New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)

You know what's goin' on, nigga

(Swizzy na bicie, ziomal)

Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr)

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

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

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

Baow, grr

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

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

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

Say my name, make 'em nervous

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

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

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

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

Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy

Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy

Let's see

After all of that surgery, you are still ugly

Now that is what gets me

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

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

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

Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars

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

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up

But I love the way they mob when we roll up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These? Nah, that ain't Reebok

We back on that Ewok

Percocets, gotta detox

Firearms gon' get restocked

Shooters hittin' that G-spot

Bitches imitate, please stop

Suck his dick like a freeze pop

First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)

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

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

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

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

I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy

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

Let's see

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

That is what gets me (Ooh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, yeah (Yeah)

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

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

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

I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression

I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless

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

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

Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast

I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah)

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

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

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

The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)

Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion)

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

I put your brains on a napkin

I tell my demons to whack 'em

My nigga died, then that nigga died

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mm

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

 O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit

New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)

You know what's goin' on, nigga

Swizzy na bicie ziomal

Fivio, Barbie

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

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

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

Baow, grr

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

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

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

Say my name, make 'em nervous

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

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

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

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

Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy

Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy

Let's see

After all of that surgery, you are still ugly

Now that is what gets me

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

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

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

Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars

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

Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up

But I love the way they mob when we roll up

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These? Nah, that ain't Reebok

We back on that Ewok

Percocets, gotta detox

Firearms gon' get restocked

Shooters hittin' that G-spot

Bitches imitate, please stop

Suck his dick like a freeze pop

First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)

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

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

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

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

I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy

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

Let's see

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

That is what gets me (Ooh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Huh, yeah (Yeah)

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

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

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

I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression

I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless

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

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

Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast

I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah)

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

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

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

The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)

Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion)

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

I put your brains on a napkin

I tell my demons to whack 'em

My nigga died, then that nigga died

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mm

Grrt, baow, baow, baow (Queen!)

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

This album don't play, nigga

Word, we see the slick shit too

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

They can't stop this shit, nigga

That's it, nigga (Uh-huh)

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

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

Don't nothin' else matter, nigga

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

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

Fuck the opps (Heavy on that, haha)

They can't— you know [?]

Grrt, baow, baow

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

Long live T-dot, rrrr

It's Barbie city

Brrrt

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

 [Soulja Boy:]

(Soulja Boy Tell 'Em)

Soulja Boy on the beat

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss

[Nicki Minaj:]

Me, I'm just me, me, I'm just real

Me, I'm that bitch that be footing the bill

Only a real nigga could cop a feel

Credit card blacker than that nigga Seal

Twenty-five million to broker the deal

Jewish my lawyer, he kosher the deal

And I am still poppin' them pills

I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel

Jealousy, jealousy, that's how you feel?

I am still living in Beverly Hills

Tell 'em to chill, tell 'em to chill

Tell all them people my wrist is on chill

Bitches can't beat me, they ain't got the skill

Eye of the tiger, they ain't got the kill

Look up to Jada, I love her and Will

Bitches my sons but they not in my will

The fuck be wrong with these bitches? (whoa)

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

[Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

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

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

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

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

Niggas know me, yeah

[Nicki Minaj:]

I don't fuck with you niggas, I own the Clippers

I own some homes, I own my own liquor

Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger

You bitches my sons, I need a babysitter

I am the dream, on the Dream Team, I am Olajuwon, I am Hakeem

'Dul Jabbar, I am Kareem, I am the Queen because I'm a machine

You not ready, you not seasoned

Go against me, I say, "Fix it Jesus"

Thinking they hot, talk shit a lot

But when they shit drop, I say, "Fix it Jesus"

Oh, your shit ain't gold

Word to my bankroll

Real niggas ain't sold

Dropping my single in two weeks

The Pinkprint album a movie

Bitches be thinkin' they hot

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

[Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj:]

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

Yasss bish, yasss, yasss bish, yasss

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

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

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

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

Niggas know me, yeah

Yikes lyrics - Nicki Minaj

 Don't ever fuckin' play with me

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

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

Pooh, you a fool for this one

Drop the strings on 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grip it right, he be like (Woo)

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

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

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

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

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

You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grip it right, he be like (Woo)

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

Yikes, outta town on consistent flights

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

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

Bag talk

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

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

Quiet, ain't no back talk