Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Who you gettin' at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I'm scary to zombies
Bring the heat to her, sizzle 'em, ain't talking Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain't giving, so don't ask, I don't lend my body
Gotta be king status to give a man my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
F*ck, yeah, 'cause a queen is what I embody, uh
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Yo, you can't wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swissy
One hot video, you hyped? Now you just giddy
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
You got a nigga named Jay, now you 'Yoncé?
You got about three stacks, now you André?
You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae?
You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it's really your passion would you give the world for that?
Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team's number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
I'm Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (Mmm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
See ya, see you
See ya, see you
To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
The nights I cried, repented of the lies
To my, to my, na na na na na na, na
Na na na na na na, na
Na na na na na na, na
Hold on baby
Nicki Minaj - Queen Album Lyrics
Nicki Minaj - Queen Lyrics
Writer: Jairus Lemuel-Jada Mozee, Jeremy Edward Reid, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Majesty
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (mhm)
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
Yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalog
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalog
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
Yeah, The Nicki Challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a sucker for you
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (yo)
Who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke 'em like hippies now
They see me, say yippie now
Homes runnin' like Griffey now
They switchin' like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin' up (up)
We take 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin' like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece, but she's also someone's wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But it's our moment, right here, f*ck tomorrow (yeah-yeah)
'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's Clairol
Nice and easy as hair, when I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle (oh)
She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so f*cked"
"Think that shit's got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up"
That's why rap needs a doctor
Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up
It's time to check it for Strep or some Tonsillitis
'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital
We need Q-Tip for the culture
(Speed it up a little bit)
You ain't dealin' with a f*ckin' featherweight
I used to medicate until I'd get a f*ckin' bellyache
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I'll make the motherf*cker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the Devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a special place, now
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyper-speed
Like I'm a meteorite, and mothaf*ck' the f*cking media
Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you're never gonna reach these heights, they're just too high to reach it
I ain't even reached my f*ckin' highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek (peek)
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you're fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of f*ck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Yo, yo, let me hit you back
Told 'em I'd get you back
I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin', did you pack?
Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki Act'
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah
Out ah road dem lovin' my style (style)
The mandem want digits fi dial (dial)
Inna the dance, we ah go skin out I know (I know)
And when I come out, gyal suicidal ('cidal)
Yo, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol (idol)
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (rival)
'Cause I'm too powerful ('cause I'm too powerful)
And you not powerful (and you not powerful)
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (die slow)
Die slow (die slow), die slow (die slow)
Jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow)
Die slow (die slow), die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow)
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (mhm)
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
Yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5'll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalog
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalog
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
Yeah, The Nicki Challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a sucker for you
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (yo)
Who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke 'em like hippies now
They see me, say yippie now
Homes runnin' like Griffey now
They switchin' like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin' up (up)
We take 'em to Jiffy now
I'm thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin' like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece, but she's also someone's wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But it's our moment, right here, f*ck tomorrow (yeah-yeah)
'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's Clairol
Nice and easy as hair, when I'm bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle (oh)
She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so f*cked"
"Think that shit's got pneumonia"
I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up"
That's why rap needs a doctor
Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up
It's time to check it for Strep or some Tonsillitis
'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That's why Tribe is so vital
We need Q-Tip for the culture
(Speed it up a little bit)
You ain't dealin' with a f*ckin' featherweight
I used to medicate until I'd get a f*ckin' bellyache
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I'll make the motherf*cker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the Devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a special place, now
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyper-speed
Like I'm a meteorite, and mothaf*ck' the f*cking media
Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you're never gonna reach these heights, they're just too high to reach it
I ain't even reached my f*ckin' highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek (peek)
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you're fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of f*ck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
(Oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me
(Oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
'Cause I'm a sucker for ya
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang
Yo, yo, let me hit you back
Told 'em I'd get you back
I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin', did you pack?
Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki Act'
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah
Out ah road dem lovin' my style (style)
The mandem want digits fi dial (dial)
Inna the dance, we ah go skin out I know (I know)
And when I come out, gyal suicidal ('cidal)
Yo, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol (idol)
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (rival)
'Cause I'm too powerful ('cause I'm too powerful)
And you not powerful (and you not powerful)
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (die slow)
Die slow (die slow), die slow (die slow)
Jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow)
Die slow (die slow), die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow)
Writer: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers III, Onika Tanya Maraj, Timothy Lee McKenzie
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Barbie Dreams
Uh, mh, k'yeah
R.I.P. to B.I.G
Classic shit
I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies
A hand full of Weezy's, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can't f*ck three times a night, peace
I tried to f*ck 50 for a powerful hour
But all the nigga wanna do is talk power for hours
Beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O
Step your banks up like you movin' that yayo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I'm tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow challenge niggas lying and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyeing my shit
Drake worth a hundred milli', always buying me shit
But I don't know if the pussy wet or if he crying and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
"I used to pray for times like this"
Face-ass when I f*ck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain't takin' an L
But he took it literally when I said, "Go to Hell"
Used to f*ck with Young Thug, I ain't addressing this shit
Caught him in my dressing room stealing dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp tests and shit
How you want the pussy?
Can't say your S's and shit, uh
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playing, but I'm saying
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, 'cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna f*ck me, you gotta give some special head
'Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was biting my shit
Talking 'bout, "Yo, why you got these niggas fighting and shit"
On the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A., Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I would've had Odell Beckham banging the cake
'Til I saw him hopping out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I'ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain't speaking
Ain't no fat nigga telling me what he ain't eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, "Gang, gang"
This isn't what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi wanna ménage, I said Tre-Way
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain't tryna bust it open in the trailer park
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Barbie dreams
Barbie dreams
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
You know I'm all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, "F*ck it, I'm in"
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know, I let him f*ck it again
I got them bars, I'm indicted
I'm popping, I'm uninvited
I said just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don't f*cking bite it
I ride his, in a circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I'ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, "Daddy, come get at it," uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I'm a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, I put up 'em on it, on it
Dimelo papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm BIG, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get dome with the chrome, now tell 'em when I'ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin' where it's humid
And I shine, shine, shine, ggot diamonds all in my Cubans
I'm in LA Times more then when niggas lootin'
And my flow spit crack, I think that niggas usin'
He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin'
Using, using up, a bitch moving
No, I ain't stuttered and, no, I ain't Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin'
Shoutout to my Jews, l'chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protruding
I be like, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, bring the lube in
I be like f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, bring the lube in
R.I.P. to B.I.G
Classic shit
I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies
A hand full of Weezy's, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can't f*ck three times a night, peace
I tried to f*ck 50 for a powerful hour
But all the nigga wanna do is talk power for hours
Beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O
Step your banks up like you movin' that yayo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I'm tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow challenge niggas lying and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyeing my shit
Drake worth a hundred milli', always buying me shit
But I don't know if the pussy wet or if he crying and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
"I used to pray for times like this"
Face-ass when I f*ck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain't takin' an L
But he took it literally when I said, "Go to Hell"
Used to f*ck with Young Thug, I ain't addressing this shit
Caught him in my dressing room stealing dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp tests and shit
How you want the pussy?
Can't say your S's and shit, uh
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playing, but I'm saying
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, 'cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna f*ck me, you gotta give some special head
'Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was biting my shit
Talking 'bout, "Yo, why you got these niggas fighting and shit"
On the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A., Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I would've had Odell Beckham banging the cake
'Til I saw him hopping out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I'ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain't speaking
Ain't no fat nigga telling me what he ain't eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, "Gang, gang"
This isn't what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi wanna ménage, I said Tre-Way
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain't tryna bust it open in the trailer park
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of f*cking one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
Barbie dreams
Barbie dreams
I'm just playing, but I'm saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)
You know I'm all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, "F*ck it, I'm in"
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know, I let him f*ck it again
I got them bars, I'm indicted
I'm popping, I'm uninvited
I said just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don't f*cking bite it
I ride his, in a circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I'ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, "Daddy, come get at it," uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I'm a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, I put up 'em on it, on it
Dimelo papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I'll give it to you if you beat it up like Pacqui, Pacqui
I'ma kill 'em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I'm BIG, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get dome with the chrome, now tell 'em when I'ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin' where it's humid
And I shine, shine, shine, ggot diamonds all in my Cubans
I'm in LA Times more then when niggas lootin'
And my flow spit crack, I think that niggas usin'
He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin'
Using, using up, a bitch moving
No, I ain't stuttered and, no, I ain't Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin'
Shoutout to my Jews, l'chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protruding
I be like, f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, bring the lube in
I be like f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em, bring the lube in
Writer: Christopher Wallace, Fred Wesley, James Brown, Melvin II Hough, Onika Maraj, Rashad Smith, Rivelino Raoul Wouter
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Rich Sex
Full blown, run rich, Brinx
Yo! Mula! Yo! Yeah
Ayo
I know what these niggas like, and it ain't my charm
I ain't stupid, this two-hundred-fifty on my arm
I like money more than dick, nigga, that's a fact
You think pussy's everything? Well, let's have a chat
A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga
Who gon' Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch nigga?
I'ma help him f*ck the check up, I'ma run the business
If your girl don't get it poppin', put me on your wishlist
Hitlist, now he sendin' gifts like if it's Christmas
He say, "Baby, everyday we ballin'," I say, "Swish, swish"
Got him callin' nonstop 'cause he don't wanna miss this
I said, "Don't panic, keep the faith, nigga, Big's bitch"
(Real rich nigga sex)
If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie f*ck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
Lil' mama said she only f*ckin' on a rich dick
I cum in her face and tell her, "Now you lookin' rich, bitch"
Her friend in the other room, well can I get a witness?
We could have some rich sex, cannot have no rich kids
Facts, all my bitches have no limits
F*cked her in a helicopter, now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
F*ck her in the drop top, now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
Sent her back to who she with, now she screamin', "Why I'm with him?"
Damn, lil' mama said she only suckin' on a rich dick
Make you put your money where your mouth at, that's some lipstick
Let's f*ck on the money 'fore we count that, that's some rich shit
Pussy smell like money when I'm down there, that some Nick shit
(Real rich nigga sex)
If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie f*ck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
Ooh (rich sex)
Rich who? (Rrr) got bricks, too
The rich get richer, that's my ritual
Mm-mm, rich crew, link my bitch, too
Mack took the Wraith, me and Tune flew
Hahaha
I don't even know where we going these days, where we landing
Queen, where we going again?
To the moon, Alice, the goon palace
We don't get fly, we take flight (ooh)
Haha, ah-haha, hahahaha ah
Ah, haha, ah, ha, haha
You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie?
Hahaha
(Next stop, New York)
Hahaha, rrr!
Yo! Mula! Yo! Yeah
Ayo
I know what these niggas like, and it ain't my charm
I ain't stupid, this two-hundred-fifty on my arm
I like money more than dick, nigga, that's a fact
You think pussy's everything? Well, let's have a chat
A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga
Who gon' Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch nigga?
I'ma help him f*ck the check up, I'ma run the business
If your girl don't get it poppin', put me on your wishlist
Hitlist, now he sendin' gifts like if it's Christmas
He say, "Baby, everyday we ballin'," I say, "Swish, swish"
Got him callin' nonstop 'cause he don't wanna miss this
I said, "Don't panic, keep the faith, nigga, Big's bitch"
(Real rich nigga sex)
If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie f*ck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
Lil' mama said she only f*ckin' on a rich dick
I cum in her face and tell her, "Now you lookin' rich, bitch"
Her friend in the other room, well can I get a witness?
We could have some rich sex, cannot have no rich kids
Facts, all my bitches have no limits
F*cked her in a helicopter, now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
F*ck her in the drop top, now she screamin', "Sky's the limit"
Sent her back to who she with, now she screamin', "Why I'm with him?"
Damn, lil' mama said she only suckin' on a rich dick
Make you put your money where your mouth at, that's some lipstick
Let's f*ck on the money 'fore we count that, that's some rich shit
Pussy smell like money when I'm down there, that some Nick shit
(Real rich nigga sex)
If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don't let homie f*ck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga f*ck, we tellin'
Ooh (rich sex)
Rich who? (Rrr) got bricks, too
The rich get richer, that's my ritual
Mm-mm, rich crew, link my bitch, too
Mack took the Wraith, me and Tune flew
Hahaha
I don't even know where we going these days, where we landing
Queen, where we going again?
To the moon, Alice, the goon palace
We don't get fly, we take flight (ooh)
Haha, ah-haha, hahahaha ah
Ah, haha, ah, ha, haha
You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie?
Hahaha
(Next stop, New York)
Hahaha, rrr!
Writer: Aubry Delaine, Dwayne Carter, Jawara Headley, Jeremy Edward Reid, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hard White
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo, just last week I told 'em to pick a side (side)
I bust shots, don't duck if it don't apply ('ply)
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride (ride)
Sike, made you look, I still didn't pick a guy
I'm the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me (win me)
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie (Winnie)
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarrassed (okay)
'Cause they know I'm the queen, I still didn't pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
(You the motherf*cking fairest, Nicki)
What I drop on this watch?
(I don't know, about a hundred-fifty)
Uh, I'm who they wishin' to be
These hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' a ki'
'Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took a plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo?
Uh
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo, just last week I told 'em they run done (done)
My legacy could never be undone (done)
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun (Thun)
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here (here)
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told 'em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I'ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gon' pocket off
I mean profit off (uh), my plug drop it off (uh)
You see them copyin' my hair, tell 'em, "Chop it off"
Uh, bad gyal whip, the top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when me drop 'em off
Uh, I ain't never play the ho position
I ain't ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin'? Okay, these hoes is wishin'
You're in no position to come for O's position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
W-W-W-W-W-Work hard
W-W-W-W-W-Work hard
J-J-Just last week, I told 'em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don't duck if they don't apply
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo, just last week I told 'em to pick a side (side)
I bust shots, don't duck if it don't apply ('ply)
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride (ride)
Sike, made you look, I still didn't pick a guy
I'm the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me (win me)
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie (Winnie)
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarrassed (okay)
'Cause they know I'm the queen, I still didn't pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
(You the motherf*cking fairest, Nicki)
What I drop on this watch?
(I don't know, about a hundred-fifty)
Uh, I'm who they wishin' to be
These hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' a ki'
'Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took a plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo?
Uh
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
Ayo, just last week I told 'em they run done (done)
My legacy could never be undone (done)
I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun (Thun)
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I'm the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat's here (here)
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier ('Tier)
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair (chair)
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told 'em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I'ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gon' pocket off
I mean profit off (uh), my plug drop it off (uh)
You see them copyin' my hair, tell 'em, "Chop it off"
Uh, bad gyal whip, the top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when me drop 'em off
Uh, I ain't never play the ho position
I ain't ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin'? Okay, these hoes is wishin'
You're in no position to come for O's position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position
I ain't movin' weight, but I'm in the dope position
Work hard, just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
(Now I'm) gettin' to it that way
(Straight up, straight up, straight up)
I ain't coming through unless the bag straight
(I used to) work hard just to get half back
(Used to) work hard, just to get half back
W-W-W-W-W-Work hard
W-W-W-W-W-Work hard
J-J-Just last week, I told 'em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don't duck if they don't apply
Writer: Brittany Hazzard, Matthew Samuels, Onika Tanya Maraj, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group
Bed
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Thousand dollar sheets
Waitin' for you on some thousand dollar sheets
I got Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of (A Milli') on you
Got me acting like you got a milli' on you
You say I'm the GOAT, yeah, the billy on you
I could make all your dreams come true
Wanna fall through
Then you better come through (come through)
But don't make me wait until the morning (the morning)
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Strawberry lingerie
Waitin' for you, strawberries, lingerie
You told me you on the way
Mess around, mess around, put it down on you (you)
I'ma do everything I said I'm gon' do (do)
Pretty little body, it look better on you (you)
Might have to blow it like a feather on you (you)
Waterfalls, ooh, yeah, you better come through (come through)
But don't make me wait until the morning
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it (oh, yeah)
Wit' your name on it (on it)
O-on, on it (on it)
O-on, on it
O-on, on it
O-on, on it (bed wit' your name, oh yeah)
Yo, he in my startin' five
He get his city live
These niggas scared they doin' fifty in a fifty-five
I'm tryna clap him like somebody told him, "Gimme five"
I'ma be a half an hour but I told him gimme five
I'm tryna dance on him, blow my advance on him
I like him better when he got some sweatpants on him
I like his hang time, he said his head right
I said, "Go all the way down and then head right"
I watch him f*ck it up, look at him luckin' up
I said, "You need some thick skin, baby, suck it up"
He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
Coulda' put Zayn on it, but I put your name on it
I got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it, yeah
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down (turn it down, baby)
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it (your name)
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Thousand dollar sheets
Waitin' for you on some thousand dollar sheets
I got Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of (A Milli') on you
Got me acting like you got a milli' on you
You say I'm the GOAT, yeah, the billy on you
I could make all your dreams come true
Wanna fall through
Then you better come through (come through)
But don't make me wait until the morning (the morning)
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Strawberry lingerie
Waitin' for you, strawberries, lingerie
You told me you on the way
Mess around, mess around, put it down on you (you)
I'ma do everything I said I'm gon' do (do)
Pretty little body, it look better on you (you)
Might have to blow it like a feather on you (you)
Waterfalls, ooh, yeah, you better come through (come through)
But don't make me wait until the morning
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it (oh, yeah)
Wit' your name on it (on it)
O-on, on it (on it)
O-on, on it
O-on, on it
O-on, on it (bed wit' your name, oh yeah)
Yo, he in my startin' five
He get his city live
These niggas scared they doin' fifty in a fifty-five
I'm tryna clap him like somebody told him, "Gimme five"
I'ma be a half an hour but I told him gimme five
I'm tryna dance on him, blow my advance on him
I like him better when he got some sweatpants on him
I like his hang time, he said his head right
I said, "Go all the way down and then head right"
I watch him f*ck it up, look at him luckin' up
I said, "You need some thick skin, baby, suck it up"
He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
Coulda' put Zayn on it, but I put your name on it
I got a bed
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it
Got a kiss
Wit' your name on it
Wit' your name on it, yeah
Love me good
Love me down
Don't turn me down (turn it down, baby)
Got a bed
Wit' your name on it (your name)
Wit' your name on it
Writer: Benjamin Diehl, Brett Bailey, David Mescon, Dwayne Chin-Quee, Gamal Lewis, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Thought I Knew You
(feat. The Weeknd)
[Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
F*ck, baby, I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[The Weeknd]
Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love
You givin up (up), on love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love), yeah
[Nicki Minaj]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don't think I'm talkin' to the right you
[Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you, girl)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
F*ck, baby, I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[The Weeknd]
Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I'ma hit decline for real
I ain't tryin' for a second time for real
[The Weeknd]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you (excites you)
All that drama that you're tied to (oh, yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two
[Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya, baby)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't (guess I didn't, girl)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (oh, yeah)
F*ck, baby, I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Nicki Minaj]
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
[Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
F*ck, baby, I-I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[The Weeknd]
Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love
You givin up (up), on love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love), yeah
[Nicki Minaj]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don't think I'm talkin' to the right you
[Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you, girl)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
F*ck, baby, I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[The Weeknd]
Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I'ma hit decline for real
I ain't tryin' for a second time for real
[The Weeknd]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you (excites you)
All that drama that you're tied to (oh, yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two
[Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya, baby)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn't (guess I didn't, girl)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (oh, yeah)
F*ck, baby, I guess I didn't
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real ('round for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Nicki Minaj]
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Writer: Abel Tesfaye, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Jeremy Edward Reid, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Run & Hide
Don't be goofy, bring some passion to the table, what you doin'?
Don't be stupid, I'm the realest bitch you know, yeah, I'm the truest
When you pull up, gotta pull up on me like you already knew it
Yeah, you keep saying you the truth when, nigga, you gon' have to prove it
'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out f*ckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody
Who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide?
Don't be jealous, put some trust inside your text when you be textin'
Tell the truth when you get tired of me askin' all them questions
I pray to God for peace and love, I'm lookin' at you as a blessing
You told me life ain't luck and love, so take that passion as a lesson
'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out f*ckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody
But who am I to deny?
Don't be stupid, I'm the realest bitch you know, yeah, I'm the truest
When you pull up, gotta pull up on me like you already knew it
Yeah, you keep saying you the truth when, nigga, you gon' have to prove it
'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out f*ckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody
Who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide?
Don't be jealous, put some trust inside your text when you be textin'
Tell the truth when you get tired of me askin' all them questions
I pray to God for peace and love, I'm lookin' at you as a blessing
You told me life ain't luck and love, so take that passion as a lesson
'Cause it's been a minute since I trusted somebody
'Cause I don't ever put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out f*ckin' somebody
So I don't ever put my trust in nobody
But who am I to deny?
Writer: Brittany Hazzard, Onika Maraj, Rex Kudo, Rupert Jr. Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Chun Swae
Fall off in the spot
All you niggas do is run your jaw (Metro!)
Pull up with no top
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Yo, I'm me, I'm Barbie drippin', DB9, Barbie whippin'
If he say he don't want me back, he be lyin'
Bitch, I'm the sauce, Barbie dippin', I'm the boss, Barbie sippin'
They keep tellin' work it, I ain't got no choice
I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin'
Out or indoors, baby, I'ma floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin', I endorse, Barbie strippin'
Mink carpet, but I ain't got no flaws
Doors look like wings, Barbie sittin', bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin'
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swingin', to the ring, Barbie blingin'
Good box, so he called Don a King
Who the f*ck gon' party with them dollies
No, I never do the mollies, if I hit you, then you probably gon' sue
Who the f*ck gon' come through with the body
Always thinkin' like a hottie, always saying what someone won't do
Who the f*ck gon' pull up in your city
Looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the f*ck gon' beat him with a .22
If he don't lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too?
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Thousand dollar massage
I don't ever miss my mark
Anything I like goes in the cart
I might spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz
If she lick her lips then I'ma join
Indo I'ma spark
When I cash out that's her favorite part
They deliver my Lambo', all white with a tan bow
My body is a work of art, he eatin' this Van Gogh
I'm not in the bando, I'm Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin', Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah, it's the sweep, I ain't talkin' when the dust fall
My winnin' streak still hasn't peaked, you little dust ball
Bitch, I'm a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah
G-4s, 5s, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah
Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin', ah
Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You're used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I'm bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America's Next Top Model, call me, Yaya
Every time I score she gon' hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I'm in the league, she still play for Wichita
I piss hits broad, call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup, the swish God?
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag yuh, uh-huh
I'm still on my Naomi shit
Wilhelmina Models tip
Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim
Gee, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Shawn Gee
Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh
Rap, Sheika, Ken, Wiz, Hillary, Philly, Biggs
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You're in the middle of Queen right now, thinkin'
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the f*cking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much
All you niggas do is run your jaw (Metro!)
Pull up with no top
If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Yo, I'm me, I'm Barbie drippin', DB9, Barbie whippin'
If he say he don't want me back, he be lyin'
Bitch, I'm the sauce, Barbie dippin', I'm the boss, Barbie sippin'
They keep tellin' work it, I ain't got no choice
I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin'
Out or indoors, baby, I'ma floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin', I endorse, Barbie strippin'
Mink carpet, but I ain't got no flaws
Doors look like wings, Barbie sittin', bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin'
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swingin', to the ring, Barbie blingin'
Good box, so he called Don a King
Who the f*ck gon' party with them dollies
No, I never do the mollies, if I hit you, then you probably gon' sue
Who the f*ck gon' come through with the body
Always thinkin' like a hottie, always saying what someone won't do
Who the f*ck gon' pull up in your city
Looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the f*ck gon' beat him with a .22
If he don't lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too?
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Thousand dollar massage
I don't ever miss my mark
Anything I like goes in the cart
I might spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz
If she lick her lips then I'ma join
Indo I'ma spark
When I cash out that's her favorite part
They deliver my Lambo', all white with a tan bow
My body is a work of art, he eatin' this Van Gogh
I'm not in the bando, I'm Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin', Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah, it's the sweep, I ain't talkin' when the dust fall
My winnin' streak still hasn't peaked, you little dust ball
Bitch, I'm a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah
G-4s, 5s, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah
Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin', ah
Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You're used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I'm bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America's Next Top Model, call me, Yaya
Every time I score she gon' hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I'm in the league, she still play for Wichita
I piss hits broad, call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup, the swish God?
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain't no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fit pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty young girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, "En garde"
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag yuh, uh-huh
I'm still on my Naomi shit
Wilhelmina Models tip
Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim
Gee, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Shawn Gee
Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh
Rap, Sheika, Ken, Wiz, Hillary, Philly, Biggs
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You're in the middle of Queen right now, thinkin'
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the f*cking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much
Writer: Khalif Brown, Leland Tyler Wayne, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Chun-Li
Ayy, yo
Look like I'm goin' for a swim
Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim
Bitch ain't comin' off the bench
While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched
Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched
Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench
These birds copy every word, every inch
But gang-gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrt)
I pull up in that quarter milli' off the lot
Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot
Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off, uh
Oh, I get it
They paintin' me out to be the bad guy
Well, it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me
I went and copped the chopsticks
Put it in my bun just to pop shit
I'm always in the top shit
Box seats, bitch, f*ck the gossip
How many of them could've did it with finesse?
Now everybody like, "She really is the best"
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong
Bitch, it's King Kong, this is Kin' Kong
Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding-dong
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong
This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
In my kingdom with my Timbs on
(How many championships?) What? Six rings on
They need rappers like me
They need rappers like me
So they can get on their f*ckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy
Chun-li
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song
I-i-i been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft
Plates say 'Chun-Li' drop the Benz off, uh
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs
It's my lifestyle
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs
It's my lifestyle
I need a Mai Tai, so f*ckin' sci-fi
Give me the password, to the f*ckin' WiFi
Look like I'm goin' for a swim
Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim
Bitch ain't comin' off the bench
While I'm comin' off the court fully drenched
Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched
Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench
These birds copy every word, every inch
But gang-gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrt)
I pull up in that quarter milli' off the lot
Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot
Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off, uh
Oh, I get it
They paintin' me out to be the bad guy
Well, it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me
I went and copped the chopsticks
Put it in my bun just to pop shit
I'm always in the top shit
Box seats, bitch, f*ck the gossip
How many of them could've did it with finesse?
Now everybody like, "She really is the best"
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong
Bitch, it's King Kong, this is Kin' Kong
Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding-dong
Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong
This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
In my kingdom with my Timbs on
(How many championships?) What? Six rings on
They need rappers like me
They need rappers like me
So they can get on their f*ckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy
Chun-li
Ayy, yo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin' Nicki, like the Prince song
I-i-i been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayy, yo, I been North, Laura been Croft
Plates say 'Chun-Li' drop the Benz off, uh
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs
It's my lifestyle
I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
Designer thigh highs
It's my lifestyle
I need a Mai Tai, so f*ckin' sci-fi
Give me the password, to the f*ckin' WiFi
Writer: Jeremy Edward Reid, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
LLC
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
I feel like I'm King Kong, name still goin' ding-dong
It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs
I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs
Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don't think long
Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine
Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins
What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit
You thought you'd get my spot? Who the f*ck was kiddin' you?
Took a lil' break but I'm back to me
Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory?
They'll never toe to toe on a track with me
There'll never be another one after me
'Cause the skill level's still just a half of me
Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me
All these low IQ hoes baffle me
Tell 'em that I wash bitches, take a bath for me
Bunch of trophies in my crib like a athlete
I see them giving fake love, but that trash is weak
Man, you know that I ripped every rapper beat
You know Nicki gon' eat, Bon Appetit
Used to get real hype off a half a mil'
Used to get real high off half a pill
We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit
We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit (uh)
Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on
G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Yo, you made me do it, ho, I told you, get low (told you get low)
I'm poppin' tens, but they gotta be yellow (gotta be yellow)
I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (Okay 'Melo)
I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello
How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?
How you supposed to meet the quota when you never went North?
How the f*ck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?
All that hoopin' and hollerin' still ain't scorin' on the court (rrr)
You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Ayy, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do
Switched the foreign on 'em, navy blue to baby blue
Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew
All my niggas move that Britney, Ari, yeah, Katy too
Niggas gassed on it, really though, gas I pump them
Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him
Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him
Push past bein' filthy rich, ask I trumped them
'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest error, error
Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah, Farrah
Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi
Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah)
Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on
G6 flow all Louis V carry-ons
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
On blood, you made me, you made me
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
I feel like I'm King Kong, name still goin' ding-dong
It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs
I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs
Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don't think long
Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine
Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins
What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit
You thought you'd get my spot? Who the f*ck was kiddin' you?
Took a lil' break but I'm back to me
Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory?
They'll never toe to toe on a track with me
There'll never be another one after me
'Cause the skill level's still just a half of me
Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me
All these low IQ hoes baffle me
Tell 'em that I wash bitches, take a bath for me
Bunch of trophies in my crib like a athlete
I see them giving fake love, but that trash is weak
Man, you know that I ripped every rapper beat
You know Nicki gon' eat, Bon Appetit
Used to get real hype off a half a mil'
Used to get real high off half a pill
We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit
We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit (uh)
Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on
G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Yo, you made me do it, ho, I told you, get low (told you get low)
I'm poppin' tens, but they gotta be yellow (gotta be yellow)
I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (Okay 'Melo)
I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello
How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?
How you supposed to meet the quota when you never went North?
How the f*ck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?
All that hoopin' and hollerin' still ain't scorin' on the court (rrr)
You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Ayy, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do
Switched the foreign on 'em, navy blue to baby blue
Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew
All my niggas move that Britney, Ari, yeah, Katy too
Niggas gassed on it, really though, gas I pump them
Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him
Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him
Push past bein' filthy rich, ask I trumped them
'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest error, error
Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah, Farrah
Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi
Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah)
Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on
G6 flow all Louis V carry-ons
I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me
On blood, you made me, you made me
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)
Writer: Jason Thomas Fox, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Wesley Armand Dees
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Form
(Eardrummers)
Mmm, hm, uh-huh, mmm, hm)
Uh, yo, hold up, hold up
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch comin' through, yo, what's the hold up?
I'm in that new new, me and New New when I roll up
I tell the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up"
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin' pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it's a hold up
Run me the money (go)
'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings
Banging body B (go), everybody be on my D
Yo, I gotta be (go), in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach (woo)
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (go)
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey (go)
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the, hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (come on)
See a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom (uh)
See, I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain't ever in the same room (uh)
I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him (good for him)
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin', "Push" for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And whenever he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form (come on)
I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, "Kiss, kiss"
I'm in that new new De Larenta, channeling Bugs Bunny
'Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I'm only loyal to the niggas that'll bust guns for me
The jig up, it's a stick up
Run me the money (go)
'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings
Banging body B (go), everybody be on my D
Yo, I gotta be (go), in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (go)
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey (go)
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (come on)
See a bitch get more press than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I'm prolly with my jeweler playin' freeze tag
I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him (good for him)
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin', "Push" for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And whenever he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on
Mmm, hm, uh-huh, mmm, hm)
Uh, yo, hold up, hold up
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch comin' through, yo, what's the hold up?
I'm in that new new, me and New New when I roll up
I tell the valet, "Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up"
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin' pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it's a hold up
Run me the money (go)
'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings
Banging body B (go), everybody be on my D
Yo, I gotta be (go), in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach (woo)
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (go)
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey (go)
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the, hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (come on)
See a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom (uh)
See, I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain't ever in the same room (uh)
I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him (good for him)
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin', "Push" for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And whenever he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form (come on)
I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, "Kiss, kiss"
I'm in that new new De Larenta, channeling Bugs Bunny
'Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I'm only loyal to the niggas that'll bust guns for me
The jig up, it's a stick up
Run me the money (go)
'Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie tings
Banging body B (go), everybody be on my D
Yo, I gotta be (go), in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Back of the 'Bach, back of the 'Bach
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (go)
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey (go)
I'm the baddest B, I don't even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the 'Bach (come on)
See a bitch get more press than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I'm prolly with my jeweler playin' freeze tag
I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him (good for him)
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don't ever cheat because I'm good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin', "Push" for him
You see I let him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him
And whenever he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I'm pullin' up I'm in a good foreign
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on, come on, come on
I be like, ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good form
Come on
Writer: Asheton Terrence Hogan, Michael Len Williams, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nip Tuck
Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all back, hey)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (yeah, brr)
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
Hmm
See, I used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn't get concerned 'cause I liked you
But no, no, I can't hide to you
I, I can't lie, it's too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars
And I gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all, take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
I know how to flip niggas like you
I got petty and clip niggas like you
F*ck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
Said no, no
Feeling's fadin' away
I can't hear what you say
I need more than what you got from me
You got a bad bitch, you won't stay
And I gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all, take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
Yo
Give up on 'em, I don't even wanna get up on 'em
And I ain't tryna work it out
But I'm at the gym, on a mat doin' sit ups 'em
You let yourself go, you don't represent O
So trust me, just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You is bad show, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull, the nerve of me to come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means that bags stacked high
You ain't get the drive, my nigga your pedal stalled
You said you wept, aww, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain't talkin' 'but your mattresses
But, um, you the type of player I press eject on
I can't believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must have thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I'm Teflon
Pressed on, head's strong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it's word bond, any one I sex, icons
If he bust down and don't wanna waste my time
Who the f*ck you thought you was tryna stunt on Nick'?
Shoulda put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it's okay, we gon' keep secrets, nigga
'Cause a true bad bitch ain't weak or bitter
Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all back, hey)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (yeah, brr)
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
Hmm
See, I used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn't get concerned 'cause I liked you
But no, no, I can't hide to you
I, I can't lie, it's too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars
And I gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all, take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
I know how to flip niggas like you
I got petty and clip niggas like you
F*ck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
Said no, no
Feeling's fadin' away
I can't hear what you say
I need more than what you got from me
You got a bad bitch, you won't stay
And I gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (take it all, take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don't know what to do with all that
And that's on everything
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I'ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go, time to give up on you
Yo
Give up on 'em, I don't even wanna get up on 'em
And I ain't tryna work it out
But I'm at the gym, on a mat doin' sit ups 'em
You let yourself go, you don't represent O
So trust me, just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You is bad show, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull, the nerve of me to come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means that bags stacked high
You ain't get the drive, my nigga your pedal stalled
You said you wept, aww, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain't talkin' 'but your mattresses
But, um, you the type of player I press eject on
I can't believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must have thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I'm Teflon
Pressed on, head's strong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it's word bond, any one I sex, icons
If he bust down and don't wanna waste my time
Who the f*ck you thought you was tryna stunt on Nick'?
Shoulda put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it's okay, we gon' keep secrets, nigga
'Cause a true bad bitch ain't weak or bitter
Writer: Brittany Talia Hazzard, Daniel Johnson, Jeremy Coleman, June Nawakii, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Universal Music Publishing Group, Hipgnosis Songs Group
2 Lit 2 Late Interlude
I said I'm cool on it, baby, yeah, I'm straight
He say his love, I don't it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, I'm cool on it, I'm straight
You shoulda been listenin', listenin' in
Too busy glistenin', glistenin' in
Why you ain't listen then, listen back then?
Now you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
He say his love, I don't it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you're too much, I'm cool on it, I'm straight
You shoulda been listenin', listenin' in
Too busy glistenin', glistenin' in
Why you ain't listen then, listen back then?
Now you're too much, too little, yeah, too late
Writer: Adam King Feeney, Brittany Talia Hazzard, Julian Gramma, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Come See About Me
Come, come see what I've been up to
Come, come see about me
I know you had a lot of work to do
Oooh, you got used to things without me, baby
Yeah, you got used to every thing I never did
You got sick of being sick of all my flaws
You got over all the pain I ever caused
And I didn't mean it, no, oooh, but
They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of it, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So baby, oooh you know I need you
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won't hurt just to see what we could be
So, come see about me
Yeah
Want you to see how much I changed up
Ooh, I just hope I'm not too late
I know your hesitant about it, but
I got a lot I wanna say to you
Hate that I could never measure up
Hate that I could never be the one you needed
'Cause now I'm the one who needs you
But baby
They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
Said baby, oooh you know I need you too
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me (right here)
Come, come see about me (right here)
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah (right here)
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah (ooh baby)
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me (come see about me)
Come, come, come see about me (just see about me)
It won't hurt just to see what we could be
So, come see about me
Yeah
Come, come see about me (come see)
Come, come see about me (beggin' you)
Know it can't always be about me (come see about me)
Just come, come see about me (come see about me)
Come, come see about me (come see about me)
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah (come see about me)
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
Won't hurt just to see what we could be (yeah, yeah)
So come see about me
Yeah
Oh, okay, yeah
Come, come see about me
I know you had a lot of work to do
Oooh, you got used to things without me, baby
Yeah, you got used to every thing I never did
You got sick of being sick of all my flaws
You got over all the pain I ever caused
And I didn't mean it, no, oooh, but
They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of it, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So baby, oooh you know I need you
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won't hurt just to see what we could be
So, come see about me
Yeah
Want you to see how much I changed up
Ooh, I just hope I'm not too late
I know your hesitant about it, but
I got a lot I wanna say to you
Hate that I could never measure up
Hate that I could never be the one you needed
'Cause now I'm the one who needs you
But baby
They say it's all what you make it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
So please don't try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn't take it
Maybe it's all in the making
Love's always love, you can't fake it
Said baby, oooh you know I need you too
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can't always be about me
Just come, come see about me (right here)
Come, come see about me (right here)
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah (right here)
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah (ooh baby)
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me (come see about me)
Come, come, come see about me (just see about me)
It won't hurt just to see what we could be
So, come see about me
Yeah
Come, come see about me (come see)
Come, come see about me (beggin' you)
Know it can't always be about me (come see about me)
Just come, come see about me (come see about me)
Come, come see about me (come see about me)
I'm doing good boy
I'm up where we belong, yeah (come see about me)
You know I'm still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
Won't hurt just to see what we could be (yeah, yeah)
So come see about me
Yeah
Oh, okay, yeah
Writer: Brittany Talia Hazzard, Christopher Kenneth Braide, Henry Russell Walter, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Sir
Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Pluto, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Rollin' weed, sir
Big ol' rings, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Yo, headline tour, sir, with the band, sir (band, sir)
I ain't 'pressed, sir, over a band, sir (band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she's a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make 'em go faster (faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (passed her)
Icy Patek, tell 'em, "Kiss my ass, sir" (ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster)
Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster)
He said, "You bad, Nicki," I said, "Thanks, sir" (thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I'm The Answer (Answer)
I'm in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir)
These niggas broke, they ain't got no plans, sir (plans, sir)
I call 'em Sway, they ain't got the answer (answer)
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser (chaser)
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir (face, sir)
They double tap, sir, it's a fact, sir (fact, sir)
All the comments sayin', "It's a snack, sir" (snack, sir)
New bae, I'm his dirty dancer (dancer)
I said I wouldn't but I took a chance, sir (chance, sir)
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer (Prancer)
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir (Cannes, sir)
If I don't ball, sir, I'll have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx, rrr
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
F*ckin' hoes, sir, f*ckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad)
I'm livin' lavish, sir, f*ck all the static, sir (f*ck all the static)
Out on bond service, servin' dope, sir
Where I'm from, sir, they'll serve your mom, sir (serve your mom, sir)
Cocaina dealin', jackboy, sir (jackboy)
Stars in the ceilin', sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster)
Jeff Gordon sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
Keep on the bodies, you tryna get some stains, sir
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
F*ckin' hoes, sir, f*ckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir (drought, sir)
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
Huh? Pluto, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Rollin' weed, sir
Big ol' rings, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
Yo, headline tour, sir, with the band, sir (band, sir)
I ain't 'pressed, sir, over a band, sir (band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she's a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make 'em go faster (faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (passed her)
Icy Patek, tell 'em, "Kiss my ass, sir" (ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster)
Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster)
He said, "You bad, Nicki," I said, "Thanks, sir" (thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I'm The Answer (Answer)
I'm in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir)
These niggas broke, they ain't got no plans, sir (plans, sir)
I call 'em Sway, they ain't got the answer (answer)
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser (chaser)
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir (face, sir)
They double tap, sir, it's a fact, sir (fact, sir)
All the comments sayin', "It's a snack, sir" (snack, sir)
New bae, I'm his dirty dancer (dancer)
I said I wouldn't but I took a chance, sir (chance, sir)
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer (Prancer)
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir (Cannes, sir)
If I don't ball, sir, I'll have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx, rrr
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
F*ckin' hoes, sir, f*ckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad)
I'm livin' lavish, sir, f*ck all the static, sir (f*ck all the static)
Out on bond service, servin' dope, sir
Where I'm from, sir, they'll serve your mom, sir (serve your mom, sir)
Cocaina dealin', jackboy, sir (jackboy)
Stars in the ceilin', sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster)
Jeff Gordon sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
Keep on the bodies, you tryna get some stains, sir
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, throwin' cash, sir
F*ckin' hoes, sir, f*ckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir (drought, sir)
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
Writer: Onika Tanya Maraj, Nayvadius Wilburn, Xavier Dotson, Leland Tyler Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Miami
I ain't really finna' tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin'
I think that he popped a molly 'cause look how he sweatin'
I'mma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It's the biggest
A bitch ain't cough one time
It's the sickest
I don't ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I'm the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki
Who ya pick is?
Ayo Queen, got the customers out here
man, they loving this shit, man
they loving this shit, man
Where you at, man, where you at, man?
We need you here man, I know you out in Miami
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
Yo, you could take all my bitches out to, Abu Dabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we f*ck your shit up, OMG, I'm very sorry
You could call me Barbie, 'cause I look just like a dolly
Yes I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I'm a busy bitch, I'm filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace
This the queen, f*ck his hollas
Put 15 million dollars, on it
Ask LL, I'm doin' it
Don't get cute and ruin it
All my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy, don't it?
(It look easy, don't it?)
(It look easy, don't it?)
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
Yo Nick, wha's good? It's your boy Patty Doo
Man you already know we got shit movin' out here, man
Now these bitches ain't f*ckin' witchu
they ain't f*ckin' with the team at all man
Niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get f*cking dropped around here
Queens get the money man
Never fakin' it, always makin' it, ya'eard
Iconic shit, man
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin'
I think that he popped a molly 'cause look how he sweatin'
I'mma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It's the biggest
A bitch ain't cough one time
It's the sickest
I don't ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I'm the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki
Who ya pick is?
Ayo Queen, got the customers out here
man, they loving this shit, man
they loving this shit, man
Where you at, man, where you at, man?
We need you here man, I know you out in Miami
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
Yo, you could take all my bitches out to, Abu Dabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we f*ck your shit up, OMG, I'm very sorry
You could call me Barbie, 'cause I look just like a dolly
Yes I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I'm a busy bitch, I'm filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace
This the queen, f*ck his hollas
Put 15 million dollars, on it
Ask LL, I'm doin' it
Don't get cute and ruin it
All my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy, don't it?
(It look easy, don't it?)
(It look easy, don't it?)
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them percs
Low-low on them xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talking mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain't chitty chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm the belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
Yo Nick, wha's good? It's your boy Patty Doo
Man you already know we got shit movin' out here, man
Now these bitches ain't f*ckin' witchu
they ain't f*ckin' with the team at all man
Niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get f*cking dropped around here
Queens get the money man
Never fakin' it, always makin' it, ya'eard
Iconic shit, man
Writer: Douglas Patterson, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Coco Chanel
(Whole lotta gang shit)
Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Yo (let's go baby)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it (plaque)
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (Harlem World), shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the f*ck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
F*ck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, f*ck
Nick, come f*ck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
And we, ah gon' f*ck the di place and done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
(Ayo Fox) they don't make us or break us
Word to young guns (put your hands up)
Illest to ever do it (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (like a guillotine)
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Oh, uh, ugh, ay yo Chun, uh
Ay yo Chun
We back on that Coco shit nigga number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, you heard me
Oh, ay yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Yo (let's go baby)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Ayo if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it (back)
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it (snack)
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it (plaque)
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it (the whack)
She got the Nicki bundles, worth a stack on it (stack)
That's word to Brook'-nam, that's word to Bucktown
That's word to Harlem World (Harlem World), shout out to uptown
You know I shine on 'em, I spray sheen on 'em
That's word to Southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on 'em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em (ooh)
A nigga greazed on 'em, but ice freezed on 'em (oii)
I light breezed on 'em (uh), I might breeze on 'em (grr)
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em (yo)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the f*ck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaat
All black Chloe chaps, gyally I'ma skully to the back
F*ck where my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Pussy dem ah chat 'bout, back like I never left
Man down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, f*ck
Nick, come f*ck it up, bad gyal ah back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem
C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chuh
Pussy wan' try I-I-I-I
Yuh bloodclaat diss, them boys light my day
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen lady
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga (oh oh oh)
Llévame a la coco (yeah a la coco)
Ellos quieren coco (y yo tampoco)
Never trust a broke hoe (don't f*ck with po-po)
Número uno (me llama Yoko)
Pull up in them thing things (and let them things swing)
Niggas know my name ring (and it go ding-ding)
If I get an inkling (the thing'll sing-sing)
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer (the thing'll sting-sting)
Foxy plus one is me, young Chun
And we, ah gon' f*ck the di place and done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
(Ayo Fox) they don't make us or break us
Word to young guns (put your hands up)
Illest to ever do it (uh-huh), tell' em fi recognize (yeah)
Unuh cartel, dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Mrs. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's how we know she dyin'
Bitch ain't see Billboard in 2017 (2017)
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine (like a guillotine)
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh (ay, ay)
Writer: Ashley Bannister, Dillon Francis, Inga Marchand, Joshua Ryan Adams, Onika Tanya Maraj, Sonny Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Inspirations Outro
Capleton, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh-oh
Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go suh
Super Cat, all over his Ferragamo, I know
Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, Jah know
Ninjaman, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, Patra
DJ, pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh
Bunji Garlin, Fay-Ann Lyons
Anyting we wear, gyal gwan try on (okay)
Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion
Marchin', with Lauryn Hill to Zion
Caribbean tings what I on
Me and Fox gettin' paper like we ink dryin'
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun-bun
Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go suh
Super Cat, all over his Ferragamo, I know
Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, Jah know
Ninjaman, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, Patra
DJ, pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh
Bunji Garlin, Fay-Ann Lyons
Anyting we wear, gyal gwan try on (okay)
Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion
Marchin', with Lauryn Hill to Zion
Caribbean tings what I on
Me and Fox gettin' paper like we ink dryin'
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun-bun
Writer: Ashley Bannister, Dillon Hart Francis, Joshua Ryan Adams, Onika Tanya Maraj, Sonny Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Queen is the fourth studio album by rapper Nicki Minaj. It was Minaj's first album in nearly four years following The Pinkprint (2014). Recording sessions with a handful of producers for the album began in late 2016 and concluded in August 2018. The album includes guest appearances by rappers Eminem, Foxy Brown, Future, Swae Lee, and Lil Wayne; along with singers Ariana Grande, Labrinth, and the Weeknd.
The album's release date was pushed back twice before ultimately being released a week ahead of schedule. Queen was supported by four singles; "Chun-Li", "Bed" featuring Ariana Grande, "Barbie Dreams" and a remix of "Good Form" featuring Lil Wayne. "Fefe" was added to streaming editions of the album in the week following its release; both "Chun-Li" and "Fefe" peaked within the top ten of the US Billboard Hot 100.
To further promote the album, Minaj launched her own live radio program, Queen Radio (which aired on Beats 1), made several television appearances and live performances, and eventually embarked on The Nicki Wrld Tour with Juice Wrld in February 2019.
It debuted at #2 on both the US Billboard 200 and Billboard's hip-hop albums chart with 185,000 album-equivalent units initially sold (with 78,000 coming from physical album sales). It charted at #5 in Ireland, #5 on the UK albums chart (#1 on the UK R&B albums chart), #4 in Australia, and #2 in Canada.
The album charted within the top-ten of other music markets, such as France, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway and Switzerland, as well as reaching the top 20 in Austria, Belgium (Wallonia), Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Italy, Spain and Sweden. The album was certified platinum by the RIAA in January 2019.
Performed By:
Nicki MinajThe album's release date was pushed back twice before ultimately being released a week ahead of schedule. Queen was supported by four singles; "Chun-Li", "Bed" featuring Ariana Grande, "Barbie Dreams" and a remix of "Good Form" featuring Lil Wayne. "Fefe" was added to streaming editions of the album in the week following its release; both "Chun-Li" and "Fefe" peaked within the top ten of the US Billboard Hot 100.
To further promote the album, Minaj launched her own live radio program, Queen Radio (which aired on Beats 1), made several television appearances and live performances, and eventually embarked on The Nicki Wrld Tour with Juice Wrld in February 2019.
It debuted at #2 on both the US Billboard 200 and Billboard's hip-hop albums chart with 185,000 album-equivalent units initially sold (with 78,000 coming from physical album sales). It charted at #5 in Ireland, #5 on the UK albums chart (#1 on the UK R&B albums chart), #4 in Australia, and #2 in Canada.
The album charted within the top-ten of other music markets, such as France, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway and Switzerland, as well as reaching the top 20 in Austria, Belgium (Wallonia), Denmark, Estonia, Finland, Germany, Italy, Spain and Sweden. The album was certified platinum by the RIAA in January 2019.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Beats Bailey, Ben Billions, Domenic Garofalo, Boi-1da, Ashley "Blank" Bannister, Chris Braide, Cirkut, Cubeatz, DJ Wes, Frank Dukes, Illmind, Invincible, J Beatzz, JFK, J Gramm, JMIKE, J. Reid, June Nawakii, Kane Beatz, Labrinth, Mel & Mus, Messy, Metro Boomin, Mike Will Made It, Murda Beatz, Pluss, Rashad Smith, Rex Kudo, Sevn Thomas, Supa Dups, Zaytoven
Released: August 10th, 2018
Year: 2018