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Cardi B

WAP

WAP by Cardi B (Ft. Megan Thee Stallion)

Whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house (Hol' up) I said certified freak, seven days a week Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Beat it up, nigga, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this pussy right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage Make it cream, make me scream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy) You might also like Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yeah) Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yeah) I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh) I'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow) Talk your shit, bite your lip (Yeah) Ask for a car while you ride that dick (While you ride that dick) You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thang (Yeah) He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah) Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (Ah, ah, ah) He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (Click, click, click) Paid my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (Mwah, mwah, mwah) Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (Yeah, yeah) Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep stroker Need a Henny drinker, need a weed smoker Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Pussy A1 just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him taste it, now he diabetic I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulp I wanna gag, I wanna choke I want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throat My head game is fire, punani Dasani It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yeah, ah) I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin' Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' (Ah) In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he fuck me and ask "Whose is it?" When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet-ass pussy Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house There's some whores in this house

Cardi B

Bodak Yellow

Bodak Yellow by Cardi B

KSR It's Cardi, ayy Said I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to I don't gotta dance Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look I don't dance now, I make money moves (Ayy, ayy) Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves Now she say she gon' do what to who? Let's find out and see Cardi B, you know where I'm at, you know where I be You in the club just to party, I'm there, I get paid a fee I be in and out them banks so much, I know they're tired of me Honestly, don't give a fuck 'bout who ain't fond of me Dropped two mixtapes in six months What bitch working as hard as me? I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me They see pictures, they say, "Goals," bitch, I'm who they tryna be Look, I might just chill in some BAPE I might just chill with your boo, I might just feel on your babe My pussy feel like a lake He wanna swim with his face, I'm like, "Okay" I'll let him get what he want, he buy me Yves Saint Laurent And the new whip, when I go fast as a horse I got the trunk in the front (Vroom, vroom) I'm the hottest in the street, know you prolly heard of me Got a bag and fixed my teeth, hope you hoes know it ain't cheap And I pay my mama bills, I ain't got no time to chill Think these hoes be mad at me, their baby father run a bill You might also like Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look I don't dance now, I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance, I make money moves If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves If you a pussy, you get popped, you a goofy, you a opp Don't you come around my way, you can't hang around my block And I just checked my accounts, turns out, I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich I put my hand above my hip, I bet you dip, he dip, she dip I say I get the money and go, this shit is hot like a stove My pussy glitter is gold, tell that lil' bitch play her role I just arrove in a Rolls, I just came up in a Wraith I need to fill up the tank, no, I need to fill up the safe I need to let all these hoes know that none of their niggas is safe I go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate I used to live in the P's, now it's a crib with a gate Rollie got charms, look like Frosted Flakes Had to let these bitches know, just in case these hoes forgot I just run and check the mail, another check from Mona Scott Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look I don't dance now, I make money moves Say I don't gotta dance, I make money move If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves

Cardi B

Up

Up by Cardi B

Up, up, up (Ayy), up (Uh), up, look (This is fire) Once upon a time, man, I heard that I was ugly Came from a bitch who nigga wanna fuck on me I said my face bomb, ass tight Racks stack up Shaq height Jewelry on me, flashlight I been lit since last night Hit him with that good good Make a nigga act right Broke boys don't deserve no pussy (I know that's right) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Huh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo) You might also like I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock Bitches say they fuckin' with me, chances are they probably not If I had a dick, you'd probably lick it like a lollipop Hoes speakin' cap-enese, hit 'em with karate chop I'm forever poppin' shit, pullin' up and droppin' shit Gotta argue with him 'cause a nigga love a toxic bitch Niggas out here playin', gotta make 'em understand If ain't no ring on my finger, you ain't goin' on my 'Gram I said my face bomb, ass tight (Yeah) Racks stack up Shaq height (Yeah) Jewelry on me, flashlight (Huh) I been lit since last night (Woo) Hit him with that good good Make a nigga act right (Ah) Broke boys don't deserve no pussy (I know that's right) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (Woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) Bitches ain't fuckin' with me now and I can see why Dirty-ass, dusty-ass bitch, you got pink eye Bitches want smoke until I bring it to they doorstep Tell that bitch back back, breath smell like horse sex (Ha) Put it on him now, he will never be the same (He won't) Tatted on my ass 'cause I really like the pain (Ah) He nutted on my butt, I said, "I'm glad that you came" If that nigga had a twin, I would let 'em run a train (Skrrt) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked (Woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back and all you bitches fucked (Ooh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Woo) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh Look, gotta play it safe, huh No face, no case (Hahaha)

Cardi B

Bartier Cardi

Bartier Cardi by Cardi B (Ft. 21 Savage)

Bardi in a 'Rari, diamonds all over my body (30, you a fool for this one) Shinin' all over my body Bardi, put that lil' bitch on molly, Bardi! Bitch on molly (Cheeze) 21, diamonds all over my body Fucked that bitch on molly (KSR) Ask him if I'm 'bout it Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt; 21) Diamonds all over my body (Cardi) Shinin' all over my body (My body) Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21) I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21) Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?) You might also like Who get this motherfucker started? Cardi! Who took your bitch out to party? Cardi! I took your bitch and departed Cardi! Who that be fly as a Martian? Cardi! Who that on fleek in the cut? Cardi! Who got the bricks in the truck? Cardi! Them diamonds gon' hit like a bitch on a bitchy-ass bitch Bitch, you a wannabe Cardi! Red bottom MJ, moonwalk on a bitch Moonwalkin' through your clique I'm moonwalkin' in the 6 .50 with the kick, moonrocks in this bitch I'm from the motherfuckin' Bronx (Bronx) I keep the pump in the trunk (Trunk) Bitch, if you bad then jump (Jump) Might leave your bitch in a slump (Your back) Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt; 21) Diamonds all over my body (Cardi) Shinin' all over my body (My body) Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21) I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21) Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset Your bitch wanna party with a Savage (21) Saint Laurent Savage in an Aston (Yeah) High end cars and fashion (21) I don't eat pussy, I'm fastin' (On God) I'm a Blood, my brother Crippin' Bitch, I'm drippin', ho, you trippin' Told the waitress, I ain't tippin' I like hot sauce on my chicken (On God) I pulled the rubber off and I put hot sauce on her titties (21) I'm in a Bentley truck, she keep on suckin' like it's tinted (21) All these VVSs, nigga, my sperm worth millions (On God) The bitch so bad, I popped a molly 'fore I hit it (21, 21) Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt; 21) Diamonds all over my body (Cardi) Shinin' all over my body (My body) Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21) I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21) Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?) Step in this bitch in Givenchy (Cash) Fuck up a check in Givenchy (Cash) Boss out the coupe and them inches I fuck up a bag at the Fendi, I fuck up a bag in a minute Who you know drip like this? Who you know built like this? I'm poppin' shit like a dude Pull up to pop at your crew, brrrt, poppin' at you (Woo) They say you basic, I flooded the Rollie with diamonds I flooded the Patek and bracelet I got your bitch and she naked Ice on the cake when I bake it I'm switchin' lanes in the Range Swap out the dick for the brain Swap out your bitch for your main Swap out the trap for the fame Ice on them Cardi B Cartier frames, bitch Your bitch wanna party with Cardi Cartier Bardi in a 'Rari (Skrrt, skrrt; 21) Diamonds all over my body (Cardi) Shinin' all over my body (My body) Cardi got your bitch on molly Bitch, you ain't gang, you lame Bentley truck lane to lane, blow out the brain (21) I go insane, insane I drop a check on the chain, fuck up a check in the Flame Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (From what?) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Say what?) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (21) Cardi took your man, you upset, uh Cardi got rich, they upset, yeah (21) Cardi put the pussy on Offset (Cardi) Cartier, Cardi B brain on Offset (Who's Cardi?)

Cardi B

Be Careful

Be Careful by Cardi B

Yeah Care for me, care for me, care for me, uh Yeah, look I wanna get married, like the Currys, Steph and Ayesha shit But we more like Belly—Tommy and Keisha shit Gave you TLC, you wanna creep and shit Poured out my whole heart to a piece of shit Man, I thought you would've learned your lesson 'Bout likin' pictures, not returnin' texts I guess it's fine, man, I get the message You still stutter after certain questions You keep in contact with certain exes Do you, though, trust me, nigga, it's cool, though Said that you was workin', but you out here chasin' culo And putas, chillin' poolside, livin' two lives I could've did what you did to me to you a few times But if I did decide to slide, find a nigga Fuck him, suck his dick, you would've been pissed But that's not my M.O., I'm not that type of bitch And karma for you is gon' be who you end up with You make me sick, nigga The only man, baby, I adore I gave you everything, what's mine is yours I want you to live your life of course But I hope you get what you dyin' for Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'? Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'? You gon' gain the whole world But is it worth the girl that you're losin'? Be careful with me Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin' Be careful with me Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it Be careful with me You might also like Care for me, care for me Always said that you'd be there for me, there for me Boy, you better treat me carefully, carefully, look I was here before all of this Guess you actin' out now, you got an audience Tell me where your mind is, drop a pin, what's the coordinates? You might have a fortune, but you lose me, you still gon' be misfortunate, nigga Tell me, this lust got you this fucked up in the head You want some random bitch up in your bed? She don't even know your middle name, watch her 'cause she might steal your chain You don't want someone who loves you instead? I guess not though It's blatant disrespect, you nothin' like the nigga I met Talk to me crazy and you quick to forget You even got me trippin', you got me lookin' in the mirror different Thinkin' I'm flawed because you inconsistent Between a rock and a hard place, the mud and the dirt It's gon' hurt me to hate you, but lovin' you's worse It all stops so abrupt, we started switchin' it up Teach me to be like you so I can not give a fuck Free to mess with someone else, I wish these feelings could melt 'Cause you don't care about a thing except your mothafuckin' self You make me sick, nigga The only man, baby, I adore I gave you everything, what's mine is yours I want you to live your life of course But I hope you get what you dyin' for Be careful with me, do you know what you doin'? Whose feelings that you're hurtin' and bruisin'? You gon' gain the whole world But is it worth the girl that you're losin'? Be careful with me Yeah, it's not a threat, it's a warnin' Be careful with me Yeah, my heart is like a package with a fragile label on it Be careful with me

Cardi B

Money

Money by Cardi B

Look, my bitches all bad, my niggas all real I ride on his dick in some big tall heels Big fat checks, big large bills Front, I'll flip like ten cartwheels Cold ass bitch, I give broads chills Ten different looks and my looks all kill I kiss him in the mouth, I feel all grills He eat in the car, that's meals on wheels (Woo) I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo) But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) Shake a lil ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Bustin' out the roof (Cardi) You might also like I gotta fly, I need a jet, shit I need room for my legs I got a baby, I need some money, yeah I need cheese for my egg All y'all bitches in trouble Bring brass knuckles to the scuffle I heard that Cardi went pop Yeah, I did go pop (Pop) That's me bustin' they bubble I'm Dasani with the drip Baby mommy with the clip Walk out Follie's with a bitch Bring a thottie to the whip If she fine or she thick, goddamn Walkin' past the mirror, ooh Damn, I'm fine (Fine) Let a bitch try me, boom (Boom) Hammer time, uh I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex (Woo) But nothing in this world that I like more than checks (Money) All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the (Money flow) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) Shake a lil ass (Money) Get a little bag and take it to the store (Store, money) Get a little cash (Money) Shake it real fast and get a little more (Money) I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof I got bands in the coupe (Brrr) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) Bitch, I will pop on your pops (Your pops) Bitch, I will pop on whoever (Brrr) You know who pop the most shit? (Who?) The people whose shit not together (Okay) You'da bet Cardi a freak (Freak) All my pajamas is leather (Uh) Bitch, I will black on your ass (Yeah) Wakanda forever Sweet like a honey bun, spit like a Tommy gun Rollie a one of one, come get your mommy some Cardi at the tip-top, bitch Kiss the ring and kick rocks, sis (Mwah) Jump it down, back it up (Ooh, ayy) Make that nigga put down 2K I like my niggas dark like D'USSÉ He gonna eat this ass like soufflé I was born to flex, diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex But nothing in this world that I like more than Kulture (Kulture, Kulture, Kulture) All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) All a bad bitch need is the K.K.C (Woo) (Money) Money (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money) (Money)

Cardi B

Press

Press by Cardi B

Monsta's gon' tear it up Bardi Woo, yeah Bitches be pressed (Woo) Bitches be pressed (Pressed) Woo, yeah, yeah, woo Bitches be pressed (Pressed) They knew how I'm coming, real bitch in the flesh (Woo) Who the fuck she gon' check? (Who?) She be talking that shit, talkin' out of her neck (Brr) Put blood on her dress (Woo) Bitches be mad when they see Cardi step in the spot (Woah) Said that you 'bout it, we know that you not I'ma pull up on bitches as soon as I drop Bought a new foreign, I might cop a yacht (Skrrt) Bitches in my business, they tryna plot (Woo) Hoes poppin' shit like they hot but they not (No) Just flooded the wrist, the Patek, the watch (Woah) Niggas be flexing, we know what you got Cardi done had got the game in a knot Fuckin' your nigga, I got him on lock This go bang bang like I'm choppin' them chops VVS chain, I'm in love with the rocks (Woah) You said you gon' take it, bitch, you got me chopped (Woah) They throwin' shade 'cause they see me on top Tell that bitch to pull up, I'ma send you the drop You might also like Press, press, press, press, press Cardi don't need more press Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest Walk in, bulletproof vest Please tell me who she gon' check Murder scene, Cardi made a mess Pop up, guess who, bitch? Pop up, guess who, bitch? Ding dong Must be that whip that I ordered And a new crib for my daughter You know a bad bitch gon' spoil her Got one in New York, need one in Georgia (Yeah) New Bentley truck cost a quarter (Quarter) My money still long like weave (Woo) Pussy still wet like Florida (Woo) Everyone drop on the floor She was talkin' but not anymore (No) MAC to your face like contour (Brr) This chopper come straight from Dior Done with the talkin', I'm open to violence Ask anybody, they know I'm about it Hashtag whip that ho ass Fuck around, we gon' start a new challenge (Woo) I come in this bitch and I'm strapped up and ready Ridin' that dick like I'm Cardi Andretti Fuck at your crib, we don't go to no 'telly I sit on his face whenever I'm ready (Woo) Bitch I'm a freak like Greek (Like Greek) Got the biggest house on my street (My street) All you little hoes look cheap (Look cheap) They suckin' on my dick with no teeth Press, press, press, press, press Cardi don't need more press Kill 'em all, put them hoes to rest Walk in, bulletproof vest Please tell me who she gon' check Murder scene, Cardi made a mess Pop up, guess who, bitch? Pop up, guess who, bitch? Press, press, press, press Press, press, press, press Press, press, press, press Pop up, guess who, bitch? Pop up, guess who, bitch?

Cardi B

Thru Your Phone

Thru Your Phone by Cardi B

92 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolFrançaisThru Your Phone Lyrics Look, I just want to break up all your shit Call your mama phone, let her know that she raised a bitch Then dial tone, click And fuck your little fake-ass friends Comin' round actin' like they my bros I seen y'all little group texts Where you all like to brag about your hoes And you can tell your little bitch I screenshotted all her naked pics Oh, you wanna send nudes to my man? Wake up and see your boobs on the 'Gram? Lil' bitch I cannot stand you, right hand to Jesus I might just cut all the tongues out your sneakers Smash your TV from Best Buy You gon' turn me into Left Eye I don't wanna hear 'bout invasion of privacy I had a feelin', it turns out you lie to me I'm holdin' back everything that's inside of me How you out fuckin' with bitches that follow me? My heart is beating like it's bleedin' out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleepin' like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' You might also like I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh All I can see is you and her in different scenarios Beyoncé on my stereo, "Resentment" on repeat I'ma make you a bowl of cereal with a teaspoon of bleach Serve it to you like, "Here you go, nigga, bon appétit" Look, did you give it to her raw? You love her or nah? You risk your whole home for a ho from the bar? You really want them hoes? You can have them bitches You don't even cheat with no bad bitches This shit is eatin' me, you sleepin' peacefully Gettin' more mad at you, thinkin' 'bout stabbin' you Don't even know that you this close to dyin' You gon' wake up like, "Why you got an attitude?" My heart is beating like it's bleeding out You sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' You sleepin' like a baby Everyone was right about you now, and You creepin', you creepin', you creepin' I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh It's killin' me I went through your phone last night I went through your phone last night Saw some things I didn't like I went through your phone last night It's killin' me, killin' me, killin' me, oh

Cardi B

I Do

I Do by Cardi B (Ft. SZA)

M-M-M-Murda Left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I think us, bad bitches, is a gift from God (Gift from God) I think you broke hoes need to get a job (Get a job) Now I'm a boss, I write my own name on the checks (Cardi) Pussy so good, I say my own name during sex (Yeah) I might smack a bitch 'cause I felt like it (Yeah) Gucci shoes and a belt like it (Woo) Said that Cardi is his favorite fragrance I'm a rich bitch and I smell like it I'm in a boss bitch mood, ayy, these heels are Givenchy, ho These are some boss bitch shoes If you ain't no boss bitch, move, ayy For the record, I set record record sales (Huh?) I like niggas that been in and outta jail (Huh?) They said by now that I'll be finished, hard to tell (I can't tell) My little fifteen minutes lasting long as hell, huh? You might also like Left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do Look, broke hoes do what they can (Can) Good girls do what they told (Told) Bad bitches do what they want (They want) That's why a bitch is so cold (Woo) I'm a gangsta in a dress, I'm a bully in the bed Only time that I'm a lady's when I lay these hoes to rest (Brrt) The coupe is roofless, but I get top in it I'm provocative, it's my prerogative 80K just to know what time is it Cardi rockin' it, go buy stock in it Spend what I want, ain't no limit I say what I want, I ain't never been timid Only real shit comes out my mouth and only real niggas go in it Leave his texts on read, leave his balls on blue Put it on airplane mode so none of those calls come through (Woo) Here's a word to my ladies, don't you give these niggas none (Give 'em none) If they can't make you richer, they can't make you cum, huh? (Egh!) I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine, and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do I do what I like, I do, I do

Cardi B

Drip

Drip by Cardi B (Ft. Migos)

That boy Cassius! Cardi! N-N-Non-stop Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Give me little something to remember (Cardi!) Tryna make love in a Sprinter (Yeah) Quick to drop a nigga like Kemba (Go) Lookin' like a right swipe on Tinder (Woo) Shit on these hoes (Shit) Light up my wrist on these hoes (Wrist) Now I look down on these bitches (Down) I feel like I'm on stilts on these hoes (Woo) Fuck ya' baby daddy right now (Right now) Anna Mae, got cake by the pound (Pound) Go down, eat it up, don't drown Mac n' cheese in the bowl, how it sound? (sound) I got that gushy Yeah that's a fact, but I never been pussy I've been that bitch since pajamas with footies Won MVP, and I'm still a rookie, like woo I gotta work on my anger (Ayy) Might kill a bitch with my fingers (Ayy) I gotta stay outta Gucci (Woo) I'm finna run outta hangers (Woo) Is she a stripper, a rapper or a singer? I'm busting bucks in a Bentley Bentayga Ride through your hood like "Bitch, I'm the mayor!" You not my bitch, then bitch you in danger You might also like Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (Thot, thot) Put her on her knee, make her lick it (Lick it) Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (Drip, drip) The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Hey) Shawty, you ain't nothin' to a rich nigga (Nothin') I'll put a check on a bitch nigga (Brrt) Fuck your whole set and your clique, nigga (Fuck 'em) Got a gang full of dud and some broke niggas (Dud) Diamonds on me, what's the price? (Price) I'm not gettin' involved with the hype (Hype) I'm too rich to get into a fight (Too rich) 50 racks got my jeans fittin' tight (50 racks) Pay the price and them boys come and wipe ya' (Wipe ya') We had to dispose of the diaper (Dispose) Yeah we trap every week, every night (Whoa) Word my move, we too smooth, no indictments (Hey) Yeah, freakazoid lightnin' (Lightnin') 57 90 in this Breitling (Breit') When I got a mil I got excited (Million) For the cash I'ma turn to Michael Myers Baguettes keep dripping, droppin' (Drip) My wrist all liquid watches (Watch) Told the bitch, "Jump on my dick and pop it" (Yeah) Get a little bitch a deposit (Hey, brrt) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Bitch you a thot, ain't trickin' (Thot, thot) Put her on her knee, make her lick it (lick it) Patek on my wrist, and it's glistenin' (Uh, drip, drip) The bitch got mad, I dissed her (Hey) Take-Takeoff Came through drippin' (Drippin') I ain't never slippin', I'm a pimp (Pimp) Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (Feelin') Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off and squealin' (Squealin') Splash, took a bitch to Piccadilly (Splash) Water in my ear, gave a nigga wet willy (Wet willy) Came through drippin', spillin' Walkin' with the bag (Bag) Tryna get my niggas all a milli, stack it to the ceilin' (Ceilin') Shootin' at civilians ('villians) I'm the one dealin', I could make a killin' (Killin') Bags, can you smell it when I Vac-seal it? (Uh) Flag, nigga, throw it up, don't care about your feelings (Fuck 'em) Ooh, what is this? What you wearin'? I be drippin' (What) Cal Ripken's hit a nigga, Ken Griffey (Home run) The bitch got thick, so I guess she ate Jiffy When she leave with me, I'ma fly her back to the city (For sure) Go get the bag on the day off (Tacks) Go get the rings out the playoffs (Rings) Pots in the beat, it's a bake off (Packs) Fuck on her, then she get laid off (Smash) Big boy tools, Maaco (Big boy) Make a bitch dance with a Draco (Dance) Walkin' with the cheese, that queso (Cheese) That's Huncho, fuck the Rodeo (Huncho) Private jet, we don't do layover (Whew) One call, I'm havin' your bae over (Brrt) Walk out the spot with a makeover (Woo) Got her addicted to payola (Addicted, hey) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Came through drippin' (Drip, drip) Diamonds on my wrist, they drippin' (Ice!)

Cardi B

Ring

Ring by Cardi B (Ft. Kehlani)

Ooh, ooh Ring, ring, ring, ring You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring Should I call first? I can't decide I want to, but a bitch got pride The switchin' up shit is what I can't fuck with I'm feelin' you but you hard to get in touch with And you ain't hit me up in a while Actin' like you don't know what number to dial You quit, then that's it, I'ma throw in the towel 'Cause a nigga only gon' do what you allow You don't want this gun smoke Learn to text with your nose if your thumb broke I don't care if we get into it and I stall on your ass Better still wake up to missed calls from your ass, nigga You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring You might also like Nah, nigga, now you gon' have to call me (Call me) 'Cause I'm lookin' at these messages, they on me (Yeah) Actin' like they ain't niggas that want me Let another nigga in your spot, and you gon' be hot, nigga, coffee You gon' be sick to your, stomach Hit me when you free, 1-800 It's emergency, call me 911 'Cause right now I'm out here tryna find someone The ring on my phone, ring on my finger (Brrr) You actin' like you ain't tryna do either (Yeah) Once a good girl, watch me turn diva Here goes my heart, I put it on speaker (Oh) You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring I can't keep this on the low I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring You used to be on my line On my tick all the time, yeah Love it when you make me feel Like you don't mind when I ain't got time for you And no it don't go to my head, I'm only arrogant in bed I just love to know you wanna spend time with me instead Now you all caught up, yeah You all caught up and you done left me alone, yeah You was all fed up Ready for the next step, wanna be on your own Said I just miss you, I just miss us, baby All I know is You don't hit my line no more, oh, oh You don't make it ring, ring, ring, ring (You don't make it ring, baby) I can't keep this on the low (Yeah, yeah, oh) I want you to make it ring, ring, ring, ring

Cardi B

Get Up 10

Get Up 10 by Cardi B

Look, they gave a bitch two options: strippin' or lose Used to dance in a club right across from my school I said "dance" not "fuck", don't get it confused Had to set the record straight 'cause bitches love to assume Mama couldn't give it to me, had to get it at Sue's Lord only knows how I got in those shoes I was covered in dollars, now I'm drippin' in jewels A bitch play with my money? Might as well spit in my food Bitches hated my guts, now they swear we was cool Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views Real bitch, only thing fake is the boobs Get money, go hard, you're mothafuckin' right Never been a fraud in my mothafuckin' life Get money, go hard, damn fuckin' right Stunting on these bitches out of mothafuckin' spite Ain't no runnin' up on me, went from nothin' to glory I ain't tellin' y'all to do it, I'm just tellin' my story I don't hang with these bitches 'cause these bitches be corny And I got enough bras, y'all ain't gotta support me I went from rag to riches, went from WIC to lit, nigga Only person in my fam to see six figures The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders When you gotta make sure that everybody straight Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face Talking crazy on your name, trying not to catch a case I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas Said "I was just tryna chill and make bangers" (Bangers) Tell all these old bitches they in danger (Stop) The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape (Brrrt) That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer You gon' run up on who and do what? (Who?) I think y'all got your story screwed up (Yeah) I came here to ball, is you nuts? I don't want your punk-ass man, I'm too tough (Facts) I'm the one that's killin' shit, hands down (Hands down) If you got a problem with me, say it now (Say it) 'Cause I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin' (Huh?) 'Specially not from one you weak bitches I'm on go like I don't see no stop lights (Skrrt) I'm steppin' out every day, prom night (Facts) So if it's all love, show me love then (Huh?) 'Cause you hatin' on a bitch, that's what it sounds like Beast mode, that's how I give it up, nigga Hoodie, low, that's how I'm pullin' up Just 'cause I been on the road don't mean I been on the run And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun (Brrrt, woo) And we all know you ain't that type (No) I smack you and the bitch that you act like (Yeah) I started gettin' money, bitches upset (Cash) They remind me of my pussy, bitches mad tight Nails done, hair laid, keep 'em both laced (Laced) Co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face (Shine) He-headshot, headshot, tell 'em closed case Ain't no bitch spittin' like this since '08 I don't trust no nigga, I don't fear no bitch (Fear no bitch) Whole life been through some fucked up shit (Fucked up shit) They say I'm too that, oh, I'm too this When you see what I've seen, you end up like this (Woo) I walked into the label, "Where the check at?" ("Where the check?") Cardi B on the charts, ain't expect that Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat? (Where?) I'ma put a Louboutin where her neck at They say I'm too ratchet, they say I act wild (I act wild, wild) I'm tryna whip the foreign like a bad ass child (Bad ass child, skrrt) They caught me slippin' once, tell 'em try that now (Try that now) Cardi B, know it's me, hear that "blap" sound (Blap!) You might also like Man, I said we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Look myself in the mirror, I say we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten Yeah, but I get up ten Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (Woo) I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (Yeah) Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (Ah) I'ma make a fuck nigga feel me (Grrr) Said I'ma do a broke bitch filthy (Grrr) We gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten (Woo) Yeah, I said we gon' win Knock me down nine times but I get up ten, bitch (Grrr)

Cardi B

Best Life

Best Life by Cardi B (Ft. Chance the Rapper)

I'm livin' my best life, yeah, yeah I'm livin' my best life Made a couple M's, you know (IGH! Huh!) Said I'm livin' my best life Said I'm livin' my best life Made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like I'm like Big Pop' mixed with 2Pac, I'm like Makaveli (Yeah) You need some, Little Caesar's pizza, I be hot and ready (Woo) Nigga, you a pussy and a rat, you like Tom and Jerry Nigga, you ain't ballin', you just talkin', that's that commentary (Huh) I was in the field, man, I slaved for this (Yeah) Had to talk to God, dropped down, and prayed for this To my surprise, He replied, said, "You made for this" I seen the car I wanted, then I went and paid for it, cash cash Hit the Tay-K, I hit the race, hit the dash dash That's when they came for me on Twitter with the backlash "#CardiBIsSoProblematic" is the hashtag I can't believe they wanna see me lose that bad They talkin' junk and they stink, these hoes mad trash I'm gigglin', can't let the devil have the last laugh Ain't no more beefin', I'm just keepin' to myself I'm my own competition, I'm competin' with myself (Brrr) You might also like I told y'all, I'm livin' my best life (Woo) I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) Dreams pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like (Chance, I'm the rapper) You don't like money, I can see it your eye You don't like winnin', I can see it in your tie Better be careful with these women when you trickin', send it fly (Sheesh) She count money in her sleep and she don't ever spend the night But she trappin' and she had to make it happen for her life Don't be mad because she havin', shit, you had it your whole life We had baggage on our flight, we had badges on our asses You got passes in your life, you had gadgets on your bike God work magic, God work magic, God work magic in my life (Woo) And that guala like Iyanla 'cause that bag just fixed my life (Woo, woo) And y'all know good and damn well I don't want no champagne (Woo) But can we please get some more champagne? (Ugh) Please, no Andre, G like 'Venchy Reach like 'Bron James, pep talk from Yoncé 'Member my hands had ash like Pompeii Now they hold cash, won't peak like Dante I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Skrrt, skrrt, like skrrt) Dreams fillin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like I said I never had a problem showin' y'all the real me Hair when it's fucked up, crib when it's filthy Way-before-the-deal me, strip-to-pay-the-bills me 'Fore I fixed my teeth, man, those comments used to kill me But never did I change, never been ashamed Never did I switch, story stayed the same I did this on my own, I made this a lane Y'all gotta bear with me, I been through some things Went from small-ass apartments to walkin' red carpets Pissy elevators, now every dress is tailored This some real-life fairy tale Binderella shit I got further than them hoes said I will ever get And that only goes to show that only God knows I took pictures with Beyoncé, I met Mama Knowles I'm the rose that came from the concrete and arose I'm like gold, I'm life goals, man, I'm chosen, I'm floatin', ayy I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life I told y'all, I said I'm livin' my best life (Ayy) I made a couple M's with my best friends Turned all my L's into lessons (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) You see the whip pullin' up, it's like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) Dreams pullin' up, I'm like "skrrt" (Like skrrt) I'm livin' my best life It's my birthday, at least that's what I'm dressed like Skrrt skrrt, it's goin' down right now Skrrt skrrt, Jamie Foxx in your town like Skrrt skrrt, money pilin' up, man All the blessings comin' down You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' You don't know 'bout nothin' (I told y'all, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (I t-, I told y'all, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Told y'all, I t-, I told y'all) You don't know 'bout nothin' (You don't know) You don't know 'bout nothin' You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) You don't know 'bout nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Cardi B

WAP (Clean)

WAP (Clean) by Cardi B (Ft. Megan Thee Stallion)

47 ContributorsWAP (Clean) Lyrics **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house (Hol' up) I said certified freak, seven days a week Wet and gushy, make that pullout game weak, woo (Ah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you dealin' with some wet and gushy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet and gushy Give me everything you got for this wet and gushy Beat it up, baby, catch a charge Extra large and extra hard Put this cookie right in your face Swipe your nose like a credit card Hop on top, I wanna ride I do a kegel, I'm kinda wild Look at my mouth, look at my thighs This water is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised Let's roleplay, I'll wear a disguise I want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garage Make me dream, make a stream Out in public, make a scene I don't cook, I don't clean But let me tell you how I got this ring (Ayy, ayy) You might also like Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (Yeah) Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (Yeah) I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (Huh) I'll run down on him 'fore I have a (Ayy) runnin' me (Pow, pow, pow) Talk your sh–, bite your lip (Yeah) Ask for a car while you ride that (Ah) (While you ride that) You really ain't never gotta (Mwah) him for a thang (Yeah) He already made his mind up 'fore he came (Ayy, ah) Now get your boots and your coat for this wet and gushy (Ah, ah, ah) He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet and gushy Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet and gushy (Mwah, mwah, mwah) Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet and gushy (Yeah, yeah) Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep (Ah) Need a Henny drinker, need a (Woo) smoker Not a garter snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over He got some money, then that's where I'm headed Cookie A1 just like his credit He got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet it I let him (Mmm), now he diabetic I don't wanna (Mmm), I wanna (Woo) I wanna (Ah), I wanna (Sco') I want you to touch (Touch that, huh) that swing in the back of my My talk game is fire, (Dasani) Dasani It's goin' in dry and it's comin' out soggy I ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (Yeah, ah) The way that I spit and now he tryna sign me, woo Your honor, I'm a freak, handcuffs, leashes Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin' Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' (Ah) In the food chain, I'm the one that eat ya If he ate my (Ah), he's a bottom-feeder Big D stand for big demeanor I could make ya bust before I ever meet ya If it don't hang, then he can't bang You can't hurt my feelings, but I like pain If he (Ew) me and ask "Whose is it?" When I ride the (Yeah), I'ma spell my name, ah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, you dealin' with some wet and gushy Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet and gushy Give me everything you got for this wet and gushy Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet and gushy Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet and gushy I'm talkin' wap, wap, wap, that's some wet and gushy Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet and gushy, huh There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house There's some **** in this house

Cardi B

Bickenhead

Bickenhead by Cardi B

86 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolFrançaisBickenhead Lyrics Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (A-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, woo (Hol' up) This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, look, uh Now, I said luxury apartments (Wow) I'm young and I'm heartless (Yeah) There's a bitch there in my vision that bitch is a target (Brrr) Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash) That guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed Now I said, hoes down, Gs up (Gs up) You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (Ice!) I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (Skrrt!) I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up Them bitches getting beat up (Blatt) Slim waist, ass fat (Fat), my shit is caked up My bad bitch at the bank (Yeah), without no makeup This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at Knick-knack, paddywhack, give a dog a bone (Bone) Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (Home) I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed You might also like Get some guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch, you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh Guap, guap, get some chicken I need that cheese, shorty Show me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever) You play with me (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever) You make-believe (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) Now with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, ugh Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove Make that pussy slip and slide, like you from the 305 Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo) Gimme some neck, gimme a check Pussy so good, make a nigga invest Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet I'll get it back up, just give me a sec' Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf When I'm done, I make him cum, but then, he comin' off that cash Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Bitch, you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, ugh Guap, guap, get some chicken I need that cheese, shorty Show me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever) You play with me (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) I might pop up where you at (boy, please, whatever) You make-believe (Guap-guap, chicken-chicken) Now with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, ugh Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright

Cardi B

Money Bag

Money Bag by Cardi B

91 ContributorsTranslationsEspañolFrançaisMoney Bag Lyrics Money bag, money bag Money bag, bitch, I'm lookin' like a money bag (Yeah) Money bag Cardi I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's an entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway (Skrrt) Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways He said I'm protein thick, you look like a dope fiend, sis He make sure he put Cardi down on his grocery list Now why this bitch tryna look on my Snap? I take your man and I won't give him back I just walk into the booth and attack I hit this grind, the roof gon' collapse I been broke my whole life, I have no clue what to do with these racks Wig be laid, waist snatched, ass fat, straight facts Got lips like Angelina, Bentley truck tangerine, unh Tramps jumpin' on my dick, that's why they call it trampoline, uh You might also like I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleum Always talkin' in the background, don't never come to the podium Chef Cardi B, I'm cookin' up, I see you hoes at the stove again While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4pm They be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kiss Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist I don't understand what this hate is about How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth? I do the Maybach on Monday, Ferrari Friday This is sweet pussy Saturday, that's just what Plies say I said "Bae, it's a snack," he said it's a entrée With them pretty ass twins, you look like Beyoncé Lookin' like, money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag) He can tell from the front I got ass behind me And I park my Bentley truck on my Versace driveway Lookin' like money bag, money bag, money bag, uh (Money bag, money bag, money bag, yeah) Money bag, money bag, money bag, woo (Money bag, money bag, money bag) And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaids And they all Bloody Gang, so don't be talkin' sideways

Cardi B

Foreva

Foreva by Cardi B

34 ContributorsForeva Lyrics SwiftOnDemand Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever W—W—Why you always tryna run and hide? (Why?) Always have my name up in your mouth, you outta line You gon' make me pop up at your door like "surprise" (Hi) Like "come outside, lil' bitch, come outside" Never by my lonely, got my niggas by my side And all my niggas skrr skrr, yeah, they down to ride Yeah, my bitches go to work; I'm talking 9 to 5 (Work) The streets want to fuck around you won't stay alive Your mouth can cost you, and I’ll make sure that you pay the price So don't be lackin' when you comin' home from work at night You run your mouth; I'm poppin' out, now it's on sight You—You—You gon' be just like my pussy: hella tight A ho can hate, but don't be fucking with my commas (No) And if she is, I'll shape her up and she gon' get the line up Can't be starting all these problems if you cannot solve 'em (Don't do that) Cardi backing down, I swear to God, that's not an option You might also like Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever Some bitches claim they with the shit, but they ain't with a thing I spin the block, come around like a boomerang Silence, silence, I don't hear a thing Worry 'bout me, but your pussy smell like turtle tank I pull up on that check, nothing less, that's all I do T—T—Ten bands, fifty bands, ain't nuttin' new I see some people who still worried 'bout my revenue (Why you worry?) I'm eating good, you wish you could, don't worry about my food And niggas hating on a female, ain't no way to live (Lil bitch) You bitch-made, make me wonder if you got a dick (Lil bitch) How you feeling like a man envying a chick? (Pussy) Wake up and go get some money, go and find your niche (Get that money) Silly motherfucker (Silly,) who raised you? (Who raised you?) A nigga with a pussy? How disgraceful (Oh my God) I have my hitters come, and duct tape you And your bitch could get it too, double date, boo So let's get it, so let's get it, so let's get it Let's not waste a minute; you clearly started, so let's finish I don't do forgiveness; they take your kindness for a gimmick I'm just here for business, I'm running down and I'm with it, bap Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever Ran down on that bitch twice Ran down on that bitch twice You know me, I be with whatever If a bitch beef with me, we gon' beef forever SwiftOnDemand

Cardi B

Lick

Lick by Cardi B

33 ContributorsLick Lyrics Yeah Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Woah Lookin' like I caught a lick Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch Lookin' like I caught a lick Since Day 1, I've been that bitch Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick Lookin' like I caught a lick Look at me, look at me They ain't like me before, now they bookin' me The glow got bitches so shook at me They like, "Chef Cardi B, what you cookin' B?" I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit" I swear niggas got me feelin' ruthless Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me That's why I had to just prove it I remember walkin' in the stores, I couldn't buy nothin' They look at me starin' Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it I don't even think Bank tellers asking for info 'Cause now my deposits on Kimbo Told that bitch, "Gimme my money Why the fuck you askin' all this info?" You might also like Run up, get done up Got shooters ready for a come up Promise you I didn't luck up Was grindin' all night Didn't sleep 'til the sun up Now I got up on my shit Walk around like I'm that bitch Every nigga wanna hit Lookin' like I caught a lick Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch Lookin' like I caught a lick Since Day 1, I've been that bitch Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick Lookin' like I caught a lick See me in my 'bach, now they all surprised Now they call my phone, I just press decline Not even six seconds, I don't give 'em Vine Tell 'em, "Fall back," all must recline Bitches mad as fuck but I don't give a fuck Niggas can't believe it, better soak it up Lookin' like I caught a lick, bitch Your nigga got me on his wishlist Thought I was makin' no moves? Thought I was gon' be livin' in Sues? Thought I was makin' no money? You fuckin' thought I was gon' lose Everythin' I did, I swear I got paid Been 'bout my money, that ain't gon' change Bitch, you gon' drown tryna ride on my wave Corny ass bitches, I just can't relate Run up, get done up Got shooters ready for a come up Promise you I didn't luck up Was grindin' all night Didn't sleep 'til the sun up Now I got up on my shit Walk around like I'm that bitch Every nigga wanna hit Lookin' like I caught a lick Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch Lookin' like I caught a lick Since Day 1, I've been that bitch Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick Lookin' like I caught a lick Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at me

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Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix)

Bodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix) by Cardi B (Ft. Messiah)

25 ContributorsBodak Yellow (Latin Trap Remix) Lyrics KSR (ooh) Hah, it's Cardi, ayy Said, "I'm the shit, they can't fuck with me if they wanted to" Umm... Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras" That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar (Chin) I'm a boss, you a worker, yo a'lante y tú atrás (Wee-ooh) Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cuero', ¡wuh! (Wuh) Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga' (Ajá) Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías ¿Di'que que tú puedes contra mi? Vamo' a averiguar Vamo' allá, soy rapera y también yo sé pelear You in the club, tú chapeando, yo llegando y cobrando Siempre estoy depositando, 'tán cansao' de mí en el banco (Wuh) En verdad, no me importa a quien yo le caiga mal Llevo dos mixtapes en seis meses, nadie me puede parar I don't bother with these hoes, don't let these hoes bother me All these bitches son mis hijas, to'as se copian de mí Mira, yo me robo a tu novio (Ooh), hago coro con tu esposo Tu jevo 'tá aficia'o, sé que lo tengo sabroso Yo se lo pongo en el poso, I'm like, "Okay" (Okay) Yo le pido lo que quiera, él me compra mi cartera y una jeepeta Lo tengo tan aficia'o que hasta me paga mi renta Soy la más dura en la calle, know you prolly heard of me Me busca, me arreglé los dientes, hope you hoes know it ain't cheap Pago la renta de mi madre y no dependo de nadie Si no hablas de dinero es mejor que ni me hables You might also like Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras" That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar I'm a boss, you a worker, yo a'lante y tú atrás Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cuero' (Wuh, wuh) Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga' (Ajá) Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías ¿Dique que tú puedes contra mi? Suelta eso, bi Nigga, please, to mis show son pago, ninguno gratis Créeme a mí, no hagas que yo coja aquí un felony I'm the big beef for well, these niggas know my pedigree Honestly, I got bad bitches that wanna fuck with me Suck on me, ride me crazy y dejarme seco a mí Que yo no 'taba sonando, que no 'taba haciendo bulla Dique que estaba apagao y pegao con la jeva tuya Ando con mi primo Lucas, un corito sano y con par de putas Lo que tu gasta' una noche en botellas, eso yo lo gasto en refilles de hookah Los cueros dicen: "Messiah 'ta de pinga, porque nos da y después se embala" A lo mejor ella pensaba que yo iba a darle y después mudarla Andamo' en la calle, o sea en la lleca (Skrt) Andamo' fumando peyote, purple haze en mi yerba Hablan mierda a tu espalda y cuando te ven ellos no dicen na' Ando con mi hermano DJ Hova and tonight we gonna shake the block Said, "Lil bitch, you can't fuck with me ni aunque tú quieras" That's a fact, Cardi B y de el trap soy la mamá Hit the store y compro todo lo que quiera comprar I'm a boss, you a worker, yo alante y tú atrás Esta canción es pa' mis goonies y mis cueros Un show mío lo que tú haces en un año entero Si me ves no me saludes, tú y yo no somos amiga' Si tú no hace' dinero tú no eres de las mías

Cardi B

Pull Up

Pull Up by Cardi B

32 ContributorsPull Up Lyrics SwiftOnDemand Hella fake, you better pull up on me I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up, homie Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up on me I heard you talkin' cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me I hope you feel the same when you see my face No, I don't think they know They don't know how this go They think I'm broke What a fuckin' joke When I walk in the door, I gets my dough Then a bitch get low I used to kill them poles, now I kill them shows They don't like my growth, well fuck ya hoes Yeah, 'cause all my bitches that be gettin' with me If I put a fifty, they gon' put a fifty Every night, ask Sue's rendezvous It was Kita, Sweetness, and Ashanti with me I had to go get it on some real shit If you a real bitch ,you gon' feel this Every single nigga that came my way I finesse and juug on some ill shit So much people think they know my pussy But no one can say they fucked Please show me hoe facts Name-drop, round 'em up That bum bitch like to run her mouth I swear to God I'ma lay her out When I catch you on the side of town My Guiseppe heels gonna stomp you out I'm tired of playin', I'm tired of playin' I'ma give you hell, you gon' think I'm Satan I see you mad 'cause I'm 'bout to have this whole shit on lock Incarceration Someone gave you wrong information You try to play me, that's confirmation But it's all good 'cause when you see my face Shit don't come out like it's constipation You might also like You stuck, bitch, yeah I know it sucks, bitch, yeah Pull up, bitch, yeah Like wassup, bitch, yeah Pull up on me I heard you talkin' cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up, homie Let's go, I mean come on now, who you tryna flex for? Why you actin' like I won't leave you down in the ground? But you knew what it was from the get-go That Cardi on some new shit Get that money then I go flip Some people think I'm just a dumb bitch If that was true I wouldn't have shit, yeah Bronx bitch 'til the day I die I did my dirt and I ain't gotta lie You can talk crazy on IG But when I run up, let them hands fly I don't fuck around with no fuckin' clowns Any niggas with me, they fuckin' hounds Any bitches with me, they fuckin' down So if you really 'bout it, then pull up now You stuck, bitch, yeah I know it sucks, bitch, yeah Pull up, bitch, yeah Like wassup, bitch, yeah Pull up on me I heard you talkin' cray, I know you hella fake, you better pull up on me I hope you feel the same when you see my face, you better pull up on me Ain't no backin' down, prepared to shake, you better pull up on me Now you wanna be my friend, no you ain't safe, you better pull up, homie

Cardi B

Washpoppin

Washpoppin by Cardi B

24 ContributorsWashpoppin Lyrics I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? Lil' trick go bust a band on a bitch Now give me all that money you be spending on your chick Now give me all that money you be spending on your kid Now give me all that money you been stacking for your rent nigga I'm just into making money, I ain't into making love When you hear that stripper hoe, I'm the one you thinking of I'm the bitch they love to hate, I'm the bitch they hate and love Yellow bitch I look like Diamond in Playas Club You want to be my main squeeze baby, don't you? You want to give a bitch a seed baby, don't you? You hit the club with 20 Gs baby, don't you? And spend that all on Cardi B baby, don't you? I need like 10k right now I need like 20k right now I need like 50k right now All you broke niggas get out the way right now You might also like I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly Real niggas fuck with me the bad bitches fuck with me So if you don't it's probably cause you broke or you ugly Every time that I'm on the road—popping Every time that I do a show—popping When I put this pussy on the pole—popping Friends want to have these cornrows—popping I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? I need all my money makers bring that cash out I need all my D boys to bring that cash out I need all my scammer niggas bring that cash out Don't you see these big ass titties and this ass out? You bitches be so fucking thick But it's cool, 'cause I'll be fake too Now people be like "you stupid bitch" "Strippening over a real job" So how the fuck about we've been?

Cardi B

On Fleek

On Fleek by Cardi B

24 ContributorsOn Fleek Lyrics I pull up like "What's up?", everything on fleek I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better You better, you better, you better, you better When that check come I be like You better, you better, you better, you better I'm Cardi, exotic, my ice retarded I walk in, the party get started Murder scene, he want all this Your bitch I demolish, on fleek is what you call it This not a game, fuck is you saying? Bullshit is something I don't entertain Come correct if you gon' call out my name Not talking money, I'm switching these lanes like swerve Now watch me, now watch me, swag surf Boy, you better respect the curve I'm on my bullshit, fuck what you heard Oh, you ain't know? Well you gon' learn I pull up like "What's up?", everything on fleek I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better You better, you better, you better, you better When that check come I be like You better, you better, you better, you better You might also like Fleek, the definition of me I keep it in check, papi I am a whole different breed I'm Cardi, capisce Them other ones can't compete I make bitches wanna retreat I go to the desert for weeks When I come back I come back with heat Now they be all up in my DM Tryna get Cardi B to PM I swear to God I don't see 'em I'm high up in the hills like The Weeknd I pull up like "What's up?", everything on fleek I do it nice, seven days a week Like oh my, oh my, oh my God I don't do nothing for free you know I got to charge When I'm done, they be like you better You better, you better, you better, you better When that check come I be like You better, you better, you better, you better

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Selfish

Selfish by Cardi B (Ft. Josh X)

15 ContributorsSelfish Lyrics I gave you more than I give myself So loyal to you that I betrayed myself Well, I guess I'ma wither away You a snake, and you chose to slither today I gave my all; my love and my trust, but I guess my all just wasn't enough, yeah There's something about you; I can't help it But I'ma do for myself, I'm being selfish Babe, your melody is the voice I need Makes me skip a beat, yeah And baby, you know it, yeah But it's hard to show it, yeah, yeah See, the one I love used to be in clubs Used to fuck with thugs, yeah And I can't expose it, yeah 'Cause she already know it yeah, but Why don't you ask me Why is it so hard to fall in love Why don't you ask me Why can I never ever ever trust? Why don't you ask me Why everything is going in circles Why don't you ask me (I guess you never know) You might also like I guess we never know They say the one that you truly love Hurts you the most Now the one that I truly love Hurt me the most Now the one that you truly love Is hurting you the most I guess I'll never know Why I got so cold, it's not your fault, girl Be selfish, be selfish Be selfish (I’m so cold, girl) Be selfish, be selfish Be selfish (It’s not your fault, girl) Be selfish, be selfish Be selfish (I’m so cold, girl) Be selfish, be selfish Be selfish (It’s not your fault, girl) Withering away as I gaze at the sky. Looking at his face, and all the pain it caused me. I ask why. Didn't I love? Didn't I give you more than I ever gave myself? What do you wish, 'cause that part of me no longer exist? This time I'm first, I'm picking me, I finally learned to be selfish.Embed

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Cheap Ass Weave

Cheap Ass Weave by Cardi B

25 ContributorsCheap Ass Weave Lyrics The nerve of you bitches Like, oh my God, I got no words for you bitches Like, who's really serving you bitches? I need some answers, I'm worried for bitches Like, this really absurd No wonder these niggas stay curving you bitches Don't even take no more selfies That weave don't even deserve any pictures Like, where did you buy that shit? Who really acknowledged it? What made you feel that you would be lit if you went and copped that shit? They tell you ya look good? Wasn't you iffy? Oh, I know, they tell you that you get two bundles for fifty Girl, you ain't low I know how this go Cheap shoes is okay, cheap dress is okay, but cheap weave is a "no" Don'tcha do it to yourself that's bad for your health Don't fuck up your flow Talk shit about me with ya dusty ass weave? Now you outta control I'm Cardi B, I come through and I kill everything, everything and that's a fact Got me on my hitman shit like brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap-brrap I'm fully reloaded, full clip I cut to the chase, snip-snip That weave gotta go, pink slip Looking washed up, drip-drip You might also like I can't believe it This is insane How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave? (It's dead, bitch) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave? Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave So check yourself before you come at me Cardi B killing shit, I'm causing casualties I am a masterpiece, you are a tragedy Finish you like Mortal Kombat; fatality I got shit jumping like What a Time... Like Jumpman, Jumpman That weave you got should be a crime You got no luck, man And how you niggas even let them in the crib with that? You know that weave stink, that shit need a Tic Tac Now you tell me you pulling hair off your pillows, hair off the sheets, and even hair out your asscrack So cheap weave is okay? I think I missed that I see a track showing, you need to fix that You got a braid loose, you need to twist that You got it fucked up, I would never pick that Lady Leshurr done told y'all to go brush your teeth But after you done, you leave the crib with that cheap ass weave? I'm begging Lord, oh God, oh God, oh please, oh please Please just bless these thots, these thots with they cheap ass weave I can't believe it This is insane How can you talk about me when your weave is inside of the grave? (It's dead, bitch) I can't believe it Or is it just me? But why all these bitches just walking the streets with some cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave How everything on fleek when you got some cheap ass weave? Cheap ass weave Cheap ass weave Don't even step to me if you got some cheap ass weave

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Lick (Remix)

Lick (Remix) by Cardi B (Ft. Offset)

20 ContributorsLick (Remix) Lyrics Ya dig? Yeah Lookin' like I caught a (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Cardi (Look at me) Woah Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah) Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey) Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, Offset!) Lookin' like I caught a lick They know they can't stop a G Bitch do not talk to me (yeah) Diamonds start hittin', she swallow me (shine) Play with these racks like Monopoly (racks) Make her say uh like Master P Bought the Patek Phillipe, no that bitch wasn't cheap (no) These niggas is pussy, they is what they eat (woo) Show after show, I've been countin' all week (woo) Lamborghini, I just ordered up three (skrrt, skrrt) Lookin' like I hit a lick and fuckin' on a badder bitch Fuckin' on your daughter, ask me how I get the water wrist Think he poppin' hard but he really wanna take a pic (flash) He can't even believe I done got rich Woke up this mornin', I'm countin' this money This water drip off me, a fountain or somethin' (water) These bitches and niggas not 'mountin' to nothin' (nah) I keep countin' this money, I keep countin' this money (hey!) You might also like Run up, get done up Got shooters ready for a come up Promise you I didn't luck up Was grindin' all night Didn't sleep 'til the sun up Now I got up on my shit Walk around like I'm that bitch Every nigga wanna hit Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah) Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey) Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick Look at me, look at me They ain't like me before, now they bookin' me The glow up got bitches so shook at me They like, "Chef Cardi B, what you cookin', B?" I say, "Bitches, got me on some new shit" I swear niggas got me feelin' ruthless Too much mo'fuckers done doubted me That's why I had to just prove it I remember walkin' in the stores, I couldn't buy nothin' They look at me stank Now I just walk in the stores, I like it I cop it I don't even think Bank tellers asking for info 'Cause now my deposits on Kimbo Told that bitch, "Gimme my money Why the fuck you askin' all this info?" Run up, get done up Got shooters ready for a come up Promise you I didn't luck up Was grindin' all night Didn't sleep 'til the sun up Now I got up on my shit Walk around like I'm that bitch Every nigga wanna hit Lookin' like I caught a lick (lick, hey!) Run up on me, you get hit And all my bitches with the shits (yeah!) Bronx, New York, gangsta bitch (woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick (yeah) Since Day 1, I've been that bitch (hey) Got some hittas in my clique Lookin' like I caught a lick (woo, woo, woo, woo) Lookin' like I caught a lick Look at me Look at me Look at me Look at me

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Bodak Yellow (Remix)

Bodak Yellow (Remix) by Cardi B (Ft. Kodak Black)

34 ContributorsBodak Yellow (Remix) Lyrics Ayy, ayy, you know, you know why I fuck with Cardi B? 'Cause they be thinkin', they be thinkin' both of us crazy and shit Like this sound like some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man... like... ayy Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy, ayy, ayy) These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo, woo! yah, yah, they're bloody shoes, bloody shoes) Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose (yah, yah, yah, wanna choose, ayy) And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (woo! yah, yah, yah, bih', don't get comfortable, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don't dance now, I make money moves (yeah bih', I make money moves, ayy) Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves, (woo!, bih, I make money moves, ayy, ayy, ayy) If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you (nigga, I don't fuck with you, ayy, I don't fuck with you) I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (yah, I make money moves) I ain't worried 'bout her, that's an old ho You thought I was comin' with my old flow Kodak ain't com to take no photo I don't even pull up in a four door I just hit a lick, hit the load though All my life smokin' on JoJo He was just posted up with dough though Now he gettin' slammed by the popo Thuggish, buggish, ruggish shit I can't leave the streets, I love this shit Never gave a shit 'bout a messy bitch I ain't never take a risk for a petty lick I'm at Digital Heights and I'm goin' on a heist Dead presidents, John Kennedy Dead presidents, pockets Mount Everest When I step on the scene it's a felony (yeah, yeah) Christian Louboutin (yeah) These ain't Louis Vuittons (huh) Hit a Kodak Bop on nae nae I wanna top me a Nae Nae Now I'm in a white whip, no mayonnaise Stole a new car for me, Audi A8 Cardi B brought the beat, told me re-rock the heat Try me, I'll do the race like I'm Tay-K It ain't no flockin' over here, lil' buddy All of us zombies over here, lil' buddy All of us robbin' 'cause they love your money Got our own money, but we love your money Crack a nigga's head wide open like a pumpkin Jaguar F-Type orange like a pumpkin Young nigga, I got old hundreds Smokin' K2 with my bunkie (woo!) You might also like Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (woo!) These expensive, these is red bottoms, these is bloody shoes (woo, woo!) Hit the store, I can get 'em both, I don't wanna choose And I'm quick, cut a nigga off, so don't get comfortable, look (ayy, woo!) I don't dance now, I make money moves (ayy, ayy) Said I don't gotta dance, I make money moves (woo!) If I see you and I don't speak, that means I don't fuck with you I'm a boss, you a worker, bitch, I make bloody moves (bloody moves, bloody moves, bloody moves...)

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Trust Issues

Trust Issues by Cardi B

14 ContributorsTrust Issues Lyrics I don't really trust them no more All these bitches do is talk behind your back, that's a no go And I don't really stress it no more Getting all this money made my heart so cold Middle finger up to you hoes Hating on me, I'm making moves on the road though And I don't really trust them no more I don't really stress it no more I don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting them I don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them Carbi B, me, bad one You bitches, sad ones I just get my money and I style on them All them bitches broke and they mad I just dab on them Wave bye, hit the gas on them I don't say much, I just swag on them I be killin' them, I go Fab on them Left right, throwing jabs at them Night night, I'ma black on them Hit the game raw, no Magnums Can't stop winning, God, finna go platinum You might also like I don't really trust them no more All these bitches do is talk behind your back, that's a no go And I don't really stress it no more Getting all this money made my heart so cold Middle finger up to you hoes Hating on me, I'm making moves on the road though And I don't really trust them no more I don't really stress it no more I don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting them I don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them NY, Cardi next in line Yeah, it's my time, real hittas gonna respect mine I got deadlines, I'ma hit the headlines Ain't no bedtime, young boss, nigga, I ain't lying I fuck shit up then I come for my checks What you expect? Cardi in full effect I see they mad, I see they vexed But it's not my fault when I shoot it's all net Like swish, now they look at the flick of the wrist They sending shots but I swear it's all miss Cardi fall off, yeah, bitch, you wish You must be drunk off all of those liqs I don't be trusting them, I don't be trusting them I don't be stressing them, I don't be stressing them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them I swear I just flex on them, I swear I just flex on them NY, Cardi next in line Yeah, it's my time, real hittas gonna respect mine I got deadlines, I'ma hit the headlines Ain't no bedtime, young boss, nigga, I ain't lying

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Up (Clean)

Up (Clean) by Cardi B

13 ContributorsUp (Clean) Lyrics Up, up, up (Ayy), up (Uh), up, look (This is fire) Once upon a time, man, I heard that I was ugly Came from a chick who **** wanna touch on me I said my face bomb, abs tight Racks stack up Shaq height Jewelry on me, flashlight I been lit since last night Hit him with that good good Make you wanna act right Broke boys don't deserve no kitty (I know that's right) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back, know how I give it up It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back, know how I give it up If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Huh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo) You might also like I could make the party hot, I could make your body rock Haters can't do nothin' with me, chances are they probably not If I had a stick, you'd probably lick it like a lollipop Shorty speakin' cap-enese, hit 'em with karate chop I'm forever poppin' it, pullin' up and droppin' it Gotta argue with him 'cause you know he love a toxic chick **** out here playin', gotta make him understand If ain't no ring on my finger, you ain't goin' on my 'Gram I said my face bomb, abs tight (Yeah) Racks stack up Shaq height (Yeah) Jewelry on me, flashlight (Huh) I been lit since last night (Woo) Hit him with that good good Make you wanna act right (Ah) Broke boys don't deserve no kitty (I know that's right) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back, know how I give it up (Woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back, know how I give it up If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Ayy) **** ain't messin' with me now and I can see why Dirty, dusty, girl, you got pink eye Say they want smoke until I bring it to they doorstep Please tell her back back, breath smell like horse (Ah) Put it on him now, he will never be the same (He won't) Tatted on my back 'cause I really like the pain (Ah) He **** on my ****, I said, "I'm glad that you came" If that **** had a twin, I would let 'em run a **** (Skrrt) Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back, know how I give it up (Woo) It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man Birkin bag, Bardi back, know how I give it up (Ooh) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh (Woo) Up, then it's up, if it's up, then it's stuck (Woo) If it's up, then it's up, then it's up, then it's stuck, huh Look, gotta play it safe, huh No face, no case (Hahaha)Embed

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Sauce Boyz

Sauce Boyz by Cardi B

11 ContributorsSauce Boyz Lyrics I hate when I'm using a guy and shit and they start catching feelings and like no matter what I tell them like they just don't stop liking me. Like I be like listen I'm a hoe I don't cook I don't clean like trust me you don't want me to be the mother of your kids. I don't like mother-in-laws and they just be on some sooo you don't gotta meet my mom. Like nigga you don't fucking get it though? I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch) Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch) And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch) You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch) (Repeat) Always talking about what you got so what you got Always talking about you run that block nigga really what block Always talking about your shooters ha, so who y'all shot? Always talking about your foreign whips nigga, really what lot? Always talking about y'all niggas scam okay you scam But your bank account got 0 dollars, so what's the plan? Boy you lying using hella filters this ain't the gram Boy I'm hot I use you to cool me down nigga use the fan I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch) Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch) And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch) You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch) (Repeat) You might also like Some of you niggas is really too soft I do y'all like frisbees you niggas get tossed Always emotional blinging my line go find Nemo and nigga get lost Cannot talk spicy cause you are not hot You are just sauce You bought me a chain, a ring, and a watch but how much it cost It's not expensive then he is a not I'm cutting him off They be like Cardi why you so cold nigga I don't defrost And I mean it y'all fiending why you scheming You sauce you false won't comment I red beam him I dont do no sauce niggas (lil bitch) Pop a pill I abort niggas (lil bitch) And I don't save them I export niggas (lil bitch) You niggas ass salad tossed niggas (lil bitch) (Repeat)

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Back It Up

Back It Up by Cardi B (Ft. HoodCelebrityy & Konshens)

13 ContributorsBack It Up Lyrics Yeah Cardi Aw yeah (Hoodcelebrityy) Hey gyal, beg you listen to my offer Yuh body, me a beg a likkle wine offer This a nuh sum'n for your smile after Me guarantee it a go bun yuh like lava Back it up for me Back it up for me, girl Back it up for me Back it up for me Back it up, I'm sittin' while me back it up So me jack it up, sit down pon di cocky suh Him wah his cocky suck, so me take me tongue and plap it up Suck 'til cocky bruk, em seh gyal how you suh sloppy suh Bwoy, you a deal wid di realest And when me a cum, you gon' feel it Give you the best fuckin' of yuh life The way me back it up, me swear you naa go leave tonight Hey boy, watch how me a go put pah yuh The way me deal wid it, dem call me cumy master Dah pussy tight, so yuh cum faster And when me done wid you, you a go need wata You might also like Back it up for me Back it up for me, girl Back it up for me Back it up for me Gyal, mek it clap fi di Don Back it up pon me, me have di cash inna hand Pussy a buss out a di damn piece a thong So me love when gyal grab the mic, sing a song That's right, yuh titty dem a buss out a yuh dress like The strippers dem a wah yuh dress like Dem gyal deh me love, dem have the best vibe Me woulda fuck yuh 'til death and fuck yuh inna the next life Hey gyal, beg you listen to my offer Yuh body, me a beg a likkle wine offer This a nuh sum'n for your smile after Me guarantee it a go bun yuh like lava Back it up for me Back it up for me, girl Back it up for me Back it up for me Yuh say yuh love it how me back it up Pussy fat, print out, me nuh affi pack it up Position, look round a back, how you a mash it up Pussy nice and firm, it get the cocky tough Wooii, yuh say me bad, yuh need a wine afta And the pussy, yah sumn you'd a die afta Give it to you one time, you woulda cry afta But me nuh waa nuh watchman weh come fi spy afta, wooii Hey gyal, beg you listen to my offer Yuh body, me a beg a likkle wine offer This a nuh sum'n for your smile after Me guarantee it a go bun yuh like lava Back it up for me Back it up for me, girl Back it up for me Back it up for me

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Lit Thot

Lit Thot by Cardi B

12 ContributorsLit Thot Lyrics Deal with them no no Deal with them I can't Peanut butter ass work Fuck around and get jammed Cardi in this bitch you better understand I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves Oh they mad Ima keep them mad oh they hella sick See me stunting see me getting bands oh yeah hella bricks Cardi looking good in this shit oh yeah hella fit Run up on me wrong they pop the trunk on you elephants You don't know me hoe you don't know me bro you don't know me just move I A-L-T control delete and get your ass removed That fuck shit that truck shit I do not approve You niggas with that shrimp dicks be fucking up my mood You might also like I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves Deal with them no no Deal with them I can't Peanut butter ass work You fuck around and get jammed Cardi in this bitch you better understand I flip the script and kill shit now they want to hold my hand Just get up off me just get up off me just get up off me you fake You talking all that tough shit but quick to talk to the jakes Let a bitch try me that's these red bottoms to the face Nigga hating hoes ain't got no clout that's Superman with no cape All I need is Coronas and I'm set for the night Let a bitch act up just know it's on sight They mad cause my time came and I didn't miss my flight Fuck you thought a bitch was gonna be down her whole life Bitch no I be that hood bitch from that block It's my hood on top Why you asking all them questions you a cornball you get popped I'm really with the shits I'm a real bitch I don't flop They ask who I be I'm that east coast lit thot Yeah I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word These cats got no stacks man they fucking get on my nerves I gives it up I gives it up I gives it up and that's word And if you ain't talking about money then I'm pitching nothing but curves

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Hectic

Hectic by Cardi B

41 ContributorsHectic Lyrics KSR Cardi Hardwerk Ayo, step up in the spot, you know who I be Couple bottles pop in the VIP Dancin' all up on the couch, shakin' my ass Probably leave with ya man, grand larceny Bitch, pardon me, you don't wanna start with me I be out here gettin' cash, you be on the thottery I be in the trap, chasin' chips like the lottery You ain't bout that life, you don't be like Cardi B All my gettin'-shmoney hoes, throw ya hands up Yeah, you cute but you gon' have to pull ya pants up, yeah I see you over there checkin' out my thick thighs, tetas See, I gotta smart mouth and what? Keep it litty for my city, NYC Take the whole nut, ain't worried 'bout no Plan B Yeah, I'm nasty, lick my lips, blow a kiss And walk off with a hunnid thou' on my wrist Swish, I ain't with the politics "A hoe never gets cold," you know what the motto is Unless it's baguettes diamond cuts, gold bottles, bitch Sittin' in that 6, frostbit, feelin' hella lit You might also like Hectic, hectic When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic Don't worry 'bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch If I'm in the spot, I'm slayin' shit, I'm in the best fit Hectic, hectic When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic Don't worry 'bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch If I'm in the spot, I'm slayin' shit, I'm in the best fit NY, do or die, yeah, I got this KSR, chill y'all, yeah, I got this 40 those, 2 seater in the cockpit And I'm a freak so you know that bitch topless You a hot mess, that's a fact though Understood the life, bitch, you know how that go A lot of thots out here plottin' on my cash flow But I'm a queen just tryna build the castle You a fiend, you all up in my asshole I cause a scene and give you what you ask for Hair did, manicure, so ready, check Attitude have to be so petty, yep I'm in it this year, a minute to spare, I swear My vision is clear, y'all bitches beware, I'm here Showstopper, Ms. Life of the party, yeah Top shotta, no filter, Young Cardi, yeah Hectic, hectic When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic Don't worry 'bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch If I'm in the spot, I'm slayin' shit, I'm in the best fit Hectic, hectic When I pull up it gets hectic, hectic Don't worry 'bout what's on my left wrist, it cost a check, bitch If I'm in the spot, I'm slayin' shit, I'm in the best fit

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Stripper Hoe

Stripper Hoe by Cardi B

15 ContributorsStripper Hoe Lyrics I'm your... Yo, I'm Cardi B with the wicked flow Ask them, I keep them niggas on their tippy toes Nick-nack-paddy-wack, give a dog a bone Got him runnin' home, fuck him good, get that money flow Pussy got him goin' places he would never go Pussy got him cookin', now he wanna clean the stove Pussy got him fucked up, I think he overdosed But I ain't Travis Scott, I ain't got no antidote Antidote, antidote I think I like that I think I like that I think I like that I think I like that Yo, some people know me as a stripper hoe But stripper hoes get the money and blow digits though A lot of bitches talkin' down on me like I'm a joke Talk shit, I'll fuck your man, send him back hella broke I'm laughin', but I really mean it though I'm on another level like I'm playin' Mario These bitches can't see me, even with a telescope Every day I'm shittin' on 'em, I don't flush the toilet bowl Ew! Cause I be workin' and workin' All these heads I be turnin', they on my body like surgeons I think they see my conversion That's why they be lurkin', but their feelings be hurtin' Or remember when I wanna dance at certain clubs And they told me, "No, no, that's a dub" Now they the same niggas blowin' up my phone Wantin' me to host, oh word? That's a dub Bands You might also like I think I like that (I know, I know they're mad now) I think I like that I think I like that (Hurtin' my feelings) I think I like that When I come up in the building I initiate I'm the reason why the fuckers gotta renovate I'm eatin' good and they mad they can't get a plate Never thought we'd be gettin' booked in different states Before the century they didn't even look this way Now they wanna eat my ass like a skirt steak Got 'em sending gifts, it's not even my birthday You niggas soft and I meant that in the worst way Oh you bitches suckin' dick just to get a bag You hustlin'-backwards ass bitch, you're doin' bad It's pretty sad, you should be getting more than that Suck a dick so you can pay your rent, couple months with that I mention flow, keep it on the low, I tell you facts When a nigga 'bout to cum, just throw it back It's over, you won, that nigga trapped And that bank account, girl? Empty that

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Bronx Season

Bronx Season by Cardi B

19 ContributorsBronx Season Lyrics Oh, how you doin'? I'm alright Hahaha Man, turn this shit up, man Ay, Cardi, you got something to say? You got something to say, talk to ‘em Cardi! Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong? And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft? How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore ya’ll get the cost? Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts? All these labels, throwin' deals from left to right But I ain't givin' in until they get them numbers right All these people think that this shit happened overnight All that flexin' they be doin', shit is all a hype No tolerance for a hatin' bitch talkin' shit Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm suckin' dick So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fuckin' lit And don't be talkin' all that sorry shit, don't flip the script I see the lights, I hear the hype, I hit the mic I kill the show, I get my dough, I catch a flight I see a hater, I'm runnin' down, it's on sight I throw my hands, I hit em' left, I hit em' right They sleepin' on me just because I used to strip But it's all good 'cause now they wanna get up in my VIP Blowin' up my phone, sayin' everythin' I touch is lit Actin' corn and wanna fuck me like they wasn't talkin' shit, whoa I let 'em live, let the shady motherfuckers live Give them the price then it's time to show them what it is Don't got the bat? Well then, what you really tryna pitch? Don't waste my time, I ain't never been no average bitch Not to mention, I did my tour and that shit was winnin' Independent, the headline, award of feelin' I thank the Lord for every blessing that he has given I love the fans, they fill me up with that ammunition I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office Corny bitches tryna keep up? Look exhausted Wave the white flag, girl, you might as well just forfeit My ex told me I was never gon' be shit Lookie, lookie now, lookie now, nigga, I'm that bitch What you thought? Yeah, you really lost, now you kinda sick But I ain't never need a nigga, I was always on my shit, yeah I used to stare at magazines on the train Lookin' at these models like, "I gotta be this one day" Fuck around, got myself a name, now I'm gettin' paid Left the corny bitches in the grave, so they throwin' shade You might also like Oh my gawd, oh my gawd I don’t know why I gotta prove myself to people that— That I’m deadass with this shit, like— What the fuck, do I gotta sell my soul or something? Do I gotta sell my pussy or something? Like, I’m deadass, I’m so tired of ya’ll, my gawd Oh hey!Embed

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WAP (Demo)

WAP (Demo) by Cardi B

10 ContributorsWAP (Demo) LyricsLyrics from Snippet Cardi! Hop on top (Uh), I wanna ride I do a kegel, while it's inside Spit in my mouth, look in my eyes Pussy is wet, come take a dive Tie me up like I'm surprised There's roleplay, I wear a disguise I want you to park that Big Mack Truck right in this little garageYou might also likeEmbed

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Booty*

Booty* by Cardi B

26 ContributorsBooty* LyricsLyrics from Snippet Bardi! (Bardi Bardi) Booty so stupid it's a motherfucking retard I'm from the Bronx, but my booty from the DR Booty so big I don't need to have titties (Titties) Booty prolly get a job at Magic City (Magic City) Booty so poppin' have your girl doin' research I'm the white stain on the bottom of his t-shirt Booty so big have you calling outta work, nigga Drop it down, fuck around, I might hurt niggas Booty so big that it swallow up panties Same with these hoes, swallow up the Xanny I'm Cardi B, I go Rah with my Jammies Booty on the track, fuck around and win a Grammy They call me Cardi, code red, lightskinned, bone legged Tell him throw more bread, I put it on his forehead I remember when I used to pay bills with it Now I just Booty so big have to question a nigga dick game Booty so big that it got its own nickname Booty so big that it got its own ZIP code Booty so big You might also like

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Styling*

Styling* by Cardi B

26 ContributorsStyling* LyricsLyrics from snippet Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes I gotta get it, I need the chicken, I need the bread That's why I'm workin' and I'm in the Benz 'cause you in the bed Bitches is sleepin', fuck is they thinkin'? What is you doin'? Then they be mad, lookin' at me like I did something to 'em, uh Bank account on racks, pussy still on drip drop Put this pussy on wax, took me straight to the tip top I might race with the Wraith, ain't no space in the safe Next bitch in my face catchin' case, catchin' case But anywho, anywho, Birkin bag, Jimmy Choos All my bitches say "Eeeeooowwww!", all my guns go "Boom!" More guns than the warden, smack hoes with my Jordans Pussy's floodin' New Orleans, kiss a bitch and I'm gorgeous Never been no pussy, yo, I'm always with the shits I ain't never been no dirty broad but now I'm filthy rich, bitch bitch! You might also like Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes Money, money, money, money's all I think of I swear to God, I wake up and get the green stuff You put your money on these hoes, get your refund I just got my nails did, I just got my weave done If you want a fly press put Bardi on that shit I just bought a new gun, put a body on that shit She upstairs, I'ma wait in the lobby for that bitch I got my bitch and a man that can buy me all that shit You can find my fine ass Bathtub with a wine glass All these hoes wanna bring me down I don't never ever mind that Can you show me where your money is? 'Cause I know where mine's at All the energy you put in me You just tryna get the top back Lately I been on some conceited shit 'Cause I don't need a bitch Blast off, I don't feed a bitch That's how I treat a bitch In my hood I got hella stripes Straight Adidas shit Hope she got the same energy When I see that bitch, bitch! Stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these hoes, I'm stylin' on these hoes wrist full of gold I be stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes Grind up a check, got it at the store Runnin' through the checks till the club close Stylin' on these niggas, stylin' on these hoes I be stylin' on these bitches, stylin' on these hoes

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I Like It (Kontra K & AK Ausserkontrolle Remix)

I Like It (Kontra K & AK Ausserkontrolle Remix) by Cardi B (Ft. AK AUSSERKONTROLLE & Kontra K)

14 ContributorsI Like It (Kontra K & AK Ausserkontrolle Remix) Lyrics Yeah baby, I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you I said I like it like that You gotta believe me when I tell you I said I like it like— Now I like dollars, I like diamonds, I like stuntin', I like shinin' I like million dollar deals, where's my pen? Bitch I'm signin' (signin') I like those Balenciagas (those), the ones that look like socks I like going to the jeweler, I put rocks all in my watch (cha-ching) I like texts from my exes when they want a second chance (what?) I like proving niggas wrong, I do what they say I can't (she can't) They call me Cardi Bardi, banging body, spicy mami, hot tamale Hotter than a Somali, fur coat, Ferrari (rrr, woo) Hop out the stu', jump in the coupe (coupe) Big Dipper on top of the roof Flexing on bitches as hard as I can Eating halal, driving the Lam' Told that bitch I'm sorry though (sorry) 'Bout my coins like Mario (Mario) Yeah, they call me Cardi B I run this shit like cardio Woo, Facts You might also like Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that) Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—) Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that) Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it) Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that) Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—) Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt) Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it) Ich mag die Liebe, mag die Stille, mag den Hustle, den wir leben (leben) Hass' die Falschheit vieler Blender, aber lieb' Ganovenehre (wooh) Ich mag Leute, die nicht quatschen, sondern lieber stille Wasser Und statt Gold sammeln wie Inkas lieber 'ne Finca für meinen Vater (ahh) Meine Gang regiert den Plaza, alle meine Jungs sind on fuego Was für Hahn im Korb? Ich seh' maximal nur Calimeros Gangster schweigen und genießen, also quatsch mir nicht, Pendejo Denn ein Rückgrat ist mehr wert als die Taschen voll Dinero Geld kommt, Geld geht, aber Familie bleibt Der innere Kreis elitär und klein Auch wenn der Teufel viele Gesichter zeigt Gott sei Dank nicht meins (meins) Jeder testet, jeder redet, jeder schneidet sich ins Fleisch Ich halt' meine Leute, halt' meine Ziele, meine Versprechen immer ein (ein) Courage über Fame (Fame) Und lieber Wölfe, die noch beißen, als die Köter, die nur bell'n Klasse über Geld Und lieber Loyalität für meine Gang als den Erfolg nur für mich selbst (selbst, selbst) Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that) Certified, you know I'm gang, gang, gang, gang (I said I like it like—) Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that) Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it) Oh, I need the dollars, cha-ching (I said I like it like that) Beat it up like piñatas (I said I like it like—) Tell the driver, close the curtains (I said I like it like that, skrrt) Bad bitch make you nervous (I said I like it) Früher ist Papa zur Arbeit mit Tickets gefahr'n Heute sitzt Papa im dickesten Wagen Weil wir bizzy war'n, weil wir, weil wir bizzy war'n Meine Devise ist klar, einhundert Riesen in bar AK Syndicat, AK AK-Syndicat Egal, ob Benza oder Siebener, wir fahr'n vor Das ist gangster, unser Leben einfach hardcore Tatort, fliehen vom Tatort Tatort, fliehen vom Tatort Mach' Kilo für Kilo weg, salame, salame Sie machen Minus jetzt, jealousi, jealousi Wir sind Jungs, die immer mehr woll'n Rolex am Gelenk, unsere Zeit ist wertvoll Keine Hunderttausend-Euro-Schecks Nein, nein, ich will alles bar, bar, bar Meine Jungs und ich verkaufen Flex Steig ein, doch ich will alles bar, bar, bar Diamond district in the jag (I said I like it like that) Certified, you know I'm gang (I said I like it like—) Drop the top and blow the brains, woo (I said I like it like that) Oh, he's so handsome, what's his name? Yeah (I said I like it)Embed

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Leave That Bitch Alone

Leave That Bitch Alone by Cardi B

17 ContributorsLeave That Bitch Alone Lyrics Cardi Cardi B Leave that bitch alone Leave that bitch alone You knew that I was crazy Why the fuck you took her home? Now I'm goin' through your phone Seein' all these hoes You knew that I don't like her What type of crazy shit you on? You want me to come to your crib and get comfortable What if I wanna move in and shit? I will show up on some random shit Don't let me catch a bitch, you wanna chance that shit? You should just dead it I swear to God you gon' regret it Watch when I start askin' you: Why the fuck you take so long to answer my message? The fuck you gon' tell me? Oh, you with the homies? Don't even think you can curve me for some other pussy 'Cause it can get ugly Boy, I be on some other shit Just lettin' you know wassup 'Cause if I ever find out 'bout that other bitch Boy, you gon' get that bitch cut You might also like I'm not the one I don't know why would you try it Trust me, my nigga, just know I will beat all of them judges I swear I'm not lyin' Pussy was good Pussy was perfect But watch when I pop all ya tires and key up ya whip Like, "I hope it was worth it" Leave that bitch alone Leave that bitch alone You knew that I was crazy Why the fuck you took her home? Now I'm goin' through your phone Seein' all these hoes You knew that I don't like her What type of crazy shit you on? What if I tell you I wanna be wifey? What you gon' tell me, I might be? Then I'ma want ya password to ya Twitter, ya Facebook And even ya IG Boy, it's a wrap 'Cause I got the gat And I will blow all them bitches that's all in ya DMs Just don't call me back, nigga Please don't be dumb My hair always in a bun You know what that means, I'll be ready for war And remember I got a gun I be on some other shit Just lettin' you know from now So when that time come around and I do catch you lackin' Move outta town I'm tellin' you I don't be with all that crying If I get her or you fuck with motions I'm gon' light ya girl on fire Pussy was good Pussy was perfect But if I ever pop up on you fuckin' that bitch Boy, you gon' need a surgeon Leave that bitch alone Leave that bitch alone You knew that I was crazy Why the fuck you took her home? Now I'm goin' through your phone Seein' all these hoes You knew that I don't like her What type of crazy shit you on? Leave that bitch alone

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B.O.N

B.O.N by Cardi B

11 ContributorsB.O.N LyricsFuck all that talking shit Fuck all that stalling shit I came here to eat I ain't with that starving shit Been on the hustle since young, so I been involved in shit: The fakes, the snakes, heartbreaks-- I mean all of it I'm in my zone now and I ain't gon fold up They like Cardi all grown up yea bitch I glo'ed up They ain't see the blizzard coming these niggas done froze up They mad they been sleeping on me just be like you woke up I don't make scenes I just make movies Clip after clip after clip call it a uzi I feel like a bad ass, I feel like I'm Boosie They quick to judge a bitch just wish they knew me I know a couple hittas done pulled a couple triggers Violate me they gon come and get you And I'm tired of y'all baby mamas y'all nothing but drama Always worrying about the new bitch why you so foolish watching my moves you like how I do shit I make you feel insecure but that's not my problem Just worry about your kid and I'ma keep popping my collar And for those who want to know I'm not your average hoe I be on my bullshit, but yea I got standards though Yeah I fucked a couple niggas pulled a couple tricks Bust a couple splits sucked a couple dicks But there is a story to everything and that's just real shit My family had to eat and I had to pay the rent If it's green I'ma get it please stay the fuck out my business Bitch try me I promise you get it Bitch try me there will be no winning Gotta watch all these faces there's too many counterfeits Sometimes when you hear them say I got you you can't even count on it That's why I fuck with my bitches only my bitches My day one bitches so please do not fuck with my bitches That's a brick in your face and you gon need stitches I see that you moving suspicious That's word to my niece I'm not kidding I fuck with them BONs and they get viciousYou might also like

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With That

With That by Cardi B

9 ContributorsWith That Lyrics Hundred band, hundred band I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that 5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that Pussy got him on the jugg he gonna re-up and come right back No I'm not cool, 'cause bitch I'm bool And I'm been jacking that ever since school So don't be a fool Run up on me got mechanics with tools And they ain't scared to lose They had me on snooze Now when I host it's is a zoo When the host is a zoo Got me a check I got a check Feeling so blessed Doing a lot more than what they expect I'm in my prime everything in effect And I'm so cool with that This hustle not new to that Sell out these spots got 'em thinking like who did that This new bitch from the Bronx The one that you slept on for so long so cool all that, cool all that You might also like Hundred band, hundred band I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that 5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that Pussy got him on the juug he gon' re-up and come right back He want to dab in this pussy but I don't think he get the picture He ask me what I want I tell him, make me look like Sub-Zero sister I'm talking that ice, just ignore the price or I might just dismiss ya Don't do broke niggas, ain't no joke nigga 'cause the pussy delicious Bitches mad at me cause I'm on my shit I know they doubted me cause I used to strip Blew on IG on some regular shit, then she to TV on some degular shit When I pull up on that bitch for talking that shit amnesia kick in and I swear they forget Then I think to myself they ain't fuck with my money then I keep it pushing watch out lil' bitch Hundred band, hundred band I'm 'bout my bread I got to get this shmoney man They fuck with my shmoney I'm sending them shots I watch them do the running man I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that I'm with the shits if a nigga want this he gon' have to buy all of that He just want to splurge and its ok I'm so cool with that 5 thousand on a purse yeah baby boy I'm so cool with that Fuck him so good he gonna want to go spend all that Pussy got him on the jugg he gon' re-up and come right backEmbed

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Trick

Trick by Cardi B

9 ContributorsTrick Lyrics Boy you a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You ain't nothing but a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You catching feelings like a ho you's a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a Rule number one, if you ain't paying that's a no Rule number two, tricks wait at the door Rule number three, don't you tell me about your kids cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'll tell you how it is Rule number four, you ain't never fucking raw no matter how much money is involved fuck you thought Rule number five, I need unlimited supply whatever I want you buy Rule number six, when we in the club don't be taking all the pics Pay for the licks, you ain't getting no kiss nigga I ain't your bitch nigga, you ain't shit nigga, no hugs no love you's a Boy you a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You ain't nothing but a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You catching feelings like a ho you's a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a Rule number seven, when you take me out to eat after that day you can't see me for the week Rule number eight, you can't call me babe boy we don't relate let's get that shit straight Rule number nine, I ain't tryna wine and dine I'm just tryna shop bust a nut then goodbye Rule number ten, when that bank account ends I find a new trick let the new games begin I'm such a ho ass bitch Big thot big thot You thought I like you for you noooo You think we have something in common You might also like Boy you a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You ain't nothing but a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick You catching feelings like a ho you's a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a trick, trick, trick, trick, trick No love no love for a

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What A Girl Likes

What A Girl Likes by Cardi B

11 ContributorsWhat A Girl Likes Lyrics Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Yeah, it's what a girl like Yeah, it's what a girl like I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney That's what a girl like That's what a girl like Gimme money, all I want is money I'm Cardi B, all I know is shmoney shmoney Beat ya bitch, if it's not green then back up off me Fuck it send em' EBTs, food stamps, this shit not funny I'm here for money and I'm bout to put in work Yellow man, nobody move, nobody get hurt It's just to the paper Fuck it, man I got a cake up Niggas spend all this money, you saved up Throw it all in his face like it's make-up Yeah nigga, straight up Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Yeah, it's what a girl like Yeah, it's what a girl like I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney That's what a girl like That's what a girl like You might also like I don't want ya man, hoe, I just want the money Why don't you understand, hoe, please don't be a dummy His name not Benjamin, he can't do nothing for me It's all about a check and plus that nigga ugly He like my setup, how I dress up, so I gas his head up He spend that cheddar, mozzarella, yeah he fuck that check up I tell him step up, put that bread up, don't you hesitate I have the goons at your door, like "Hello, what's in the safe?" Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Gimme shmoney, gimme gimme shmoney Yeah, it's what a girl like Yeah, it's what a girl like I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney I don't want ya man, I just want this shmoney That's what a girl like That's what a girl like

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I Gotta Hurt You

I Gotta Hurt You by Cardi B

9 ContributorsI Gotta Hurt You Lyrics You know I could love you with all my heart You're my baby and And I love you I just I just feel the need to hurt you Maybe I'm scorn Maybe I need a therapist Maybe I'm petty I just I want to hurt you I want to hurt you I want to hurt you I need to make you sure you remember me forever E-e-e-e-ever E-e-e-e-ever E-e-e-e-ever (I was raised well) E-e-e-e-ever E-e-e-e-ever E-e-e-e-ever I want to hurt you I want to hurt you I want to, I want to hurt you I want to hurt, hurt, hurt I want to hurt you (Forever) I want to hurt you I want to, I want to hurt you (Forever) I want to hurt, hurt, hurt, hurt I want to hurt you You might also like I want to hurt you I got to make sure that you feel me I need to make sure you remember me forever I have to show you Hi there My name is, my name is Cardi, Cardi, Cardi, Cardi I don't know I love it I love it Lonelyness It fulfills my sorrow You may think You may think I have no tomorrow Its easier to die Than to live But I will show you That I'm strong enough To use you and abuse you And I'm gonna live And I'm gonna win (haha) I'm gonna win I'm gonna win I'm gonna win I'm gonna win I'm gonna win I-I-I-I-I'm go-onna win I want to hurt you I got to make sure that you feel me I need to make sure they remember me forever I have to show you

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Pop Off

Pop Off by Cardi B (Ft. Casanova)

10 ContributorsPop Off Lyrics Shattering glass And motherfuckers be like, "But what type of niggas will wife you?" My type of niggas will wife me! The type of niggas that like bitches that pop off and suck dick all day motherfuckin' long, bih Thanks to all my followers that always defended me Y'all like my god brothers and my god sisters I would dead jump in your fight, I would dead jump in your fight Now what's poppin? Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off I'm startin' to lose my patience, weak bitches hatin' Bitches throwing subs like I won't kick your face in Baby mama's mad 'cause I'm in first place, and When it comes to you bitch, there's no conversation I been to give it up grimy, I'm the Bronx bitch, I'm feisty "Cardi why you feisty?" Shut up bitch, fight me NY raised and so you know it's very likely That when I hear some shit that I don't like, I get hype B Who would wanna wife me? Your nigga wanna wife me You think 'cause I'm a stripper hoe, that nigga won't think twice B? Put this pussy on his face, ride that shit nicely Set his ass up, then you really ain't gon' like me So what you tryna do? You and you and you I feel some type a way, a bitch finna get loose Tell me what's the deal? I'm 'bout to start the hill The wig is comin' off, shit 'bout to get real You might also like Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off Got beef with Cardi B? I'm poppin' off Shit get hectic? I'ma drop it off Oh you shinin'? Your chain and your watch is off You was never with this shit, nigga, knock it off Youse a pussy, and your whole block is soft You caught feelings, could she ain't even drop you off You thought that bag was gettin' you pussy, not at all You was gettin' lied, you ain't know she made that call To the dog's dinner, and they starvin' I gotta feed all 'em I'maget that nigga, you gon' get that bitch What they thought switched 'cause we both got rich? Nah, we on the same time You got yours, I got mine You got a problem, get in line It's Cardi B, and 2 times Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off Who wanna pop off? Who wanna start war? They talkin' shit? I'm takin' tops off Jeans, off, weaves, off Rings, off, everything, off Shit, that bitch six three and she bodied Superman calves, and her shoulder somethin' retarded I ain't backin' down, Cardi got the heart regardless You gon' have to knock me out if you think I'ma forfeit Gang gang, squad up, and have my niggas all on it Pay a couple niggas and they had you out in a coffin And I put that on my life, I really don't do this often But the way I'm feelin' now, like whatever, I'm on it Have you laid out on the stretcher with your socks off Had the pastor prayin', like, "Sorry for your, loss" Throw dirt on my name, you better pop off My name ring bells like Mayweather, box off I'm Cardi B, east coast newest contender 5'3" lookin' good with the nails bananas Freddy Kruger on these bitches, I cut their lights off Should have read the memo, Cardi B pops offEmbed

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How I Do

How I Do by Cardi B

11 ContributorsHow I Do Lyrics Gangsta! Cardi! B! This is how I do I make a fool out these bitches They be thinking they tough This is how I do I make these niggas spend their money Then I show them no love This is how I do If the bag not involved Then you know it's a dub This is how I do They ain't fuck with me before now I gotta stunt Pull up like huh? They looking like what? Heads turn left and right, they wonder who's her? Cardi B, duh Bitch don't front You on my Gram all day, don't play dumb Came up from the slums The dirty, dirty Bronx Where niggas quick to clip your shit, no fair ones You gotta keep a gun, but beef to me is fun I never back down, been this way since day one You might also like They shit on me before, thought I was just a stupid hoe They tight now, they realize they was sleeping on gold Took me one year man, and now I'm doin' shows Now they wanna take pics with me, hold on let me pose Believe me, I easily can do a bitch greasy I'll give it to you just how you like it girlll Cardi B in full effect, couple bitches upset Couple niggas wanna hit it and they can't so they stressed This is how I do I make a fool out these bitches They be thinking they tough This is how I do I make these niggas spend their money Then I show them no love This is how I do If the bag not involved Then you know it's a dub This is how I do They ain't fuck with me before now I gotta stunt Cardi in tune, bitches make room Test me? The gat goes CLICK, CLACK, BOOM Gangsta Bitch, oooh, Volume 2 Cop somethin' mean, when it start you hear that VROOM Pull up to your side, 30 deep right? Stuntin' on my ex, he thirsty for a reply Sick, sick, sick Call my phone, it's CLICK Had me fucked up when you was fucking with that bitch Making power moves Goin' 50 on 'em Same ones that played me High-siddity on 'em Back to back with it, goin' Drizzy on 'em Now they tight, they gotta watch me make a milli on 'em Ha-Ha! Yo, yo, Remember, remember nigga when you told me that I was gonna work in that strip club Divas on 177th in the Bronx for the rest of my life? Well guess what nigga? Now i'm the fucking diva Shit Fuck outta here GANGSTA!Embed

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Everything

Everything by Cardi B

11 ContributorsEverything Lyrics You know, people underestimated me And making me feel like I'm never gonna amount to shit because I used to be a stripper It feels like I'm getting whipped in the back, with words But you know what? They don't see the bigger picture I had to feed myself, I had to feed my family But you know what? Just here me out Lord forgive me for my sins Forgive me for the crazy shit I wish I never did I'm simply just a young hood girl tryna win I just want it all, and I gon' pretend Like I ain't never had to suck a dick to pay my rent I'm tryna get my family out the hood and new cribs I wanna finish paying my mothers new whip I do it for a cause, so understand the kid I want my little girl to go to school in Fort Lee Schools in the hood, got him crazy, man he three And it's fucked that it ain't how it's supposed to be He should be counting 123's and ABC's And momma used to beat my ass like every week That's because she can't have nothing but love for me I wanna spoil her so much, oh lord please That's my everything My everything, my family You might also like You know what? Even when I was stripping, like bitches was worried 'bout the wrong things Oh they want red bottoms, they want the biggest cars Like I'm worried 'bout my father stop cab driving Before he turn sixty, and my mom stop being a cashier before she fifty like That's why I'm working so hard out here That's why I go so hard Not for me, but for them though You feel me? Note to self, for my sister Hennessy Try and go to school, finish up and get degrees Don't be fucking trick niggas, just so you can eat That's the shit I did and it really makes me weak I would close my eyes, dying for it to be over The thought of a stranger inside, I just can't be sober Dirty ass breath, breathing all over my shoulders Ain't no bitch gon' tell you that, just respect the soldier And I wanna tell my dad, you don't gotta cab Drive for two whole weeks just to make a stack You don't gotta drive no more, I'm gon' change all that I put that on my everything, I'm gon' pray for that You know when I was a little girl I used to tell my mom "Hey mom, when I grow up, I'm gonna buy you a house, I'm gonna buy you a car" Until I turned eighteen, it's like damn, I can't even get me my own apartment So, it's just like, now that I'm in this position I'm gonna I'm gonna take full advantage of it Like oh my gosh, I can't wait till I get to surprise my mom Like, "Hey, I didn't went to college, but look, look at me mom, look at me now, look, look mom, look, look at your house, This is your house! Not mines, but yours, and I bough it for you!"Embed

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Rollin

Rollin by Cardi B

13 ContributorsRollin Lyrics J. White Did It Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' All my bitches rollin', rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' Rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Look, show you bitches how to do this shit Stand back while I demonstrate Pussy worth like a million dollars I think your nigga got expensive taste I'm not a bum bitch, I'm a boss bitch You sideline, I'm center stage I don't even get involved with it If it don't make me cum or it don't get me paid If it's not the money then it's "poof, be gone" Steal your man with my Doobie on Whole team full of bad bitches And that Louis Vuitton our uniform 24 karat my grills, I do what I want Bitch, fuck how you feel Fuck a whole check up all on my nails I pull up in foreign and cut in my wheel, byes, bitch You might also like Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' All my bitches rollin', rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' Rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Look, I'm not a rider chick, I'm a driver chick I could come get you instead I hope all of your homies got money, nigga 'Cause all of my bitches got bread Look, got a home girl out the west coast Swear to God, I love that bitch Ask about us, any club They gon' tell you we run that shit I'm like the strip club, Mariah Carey Dominican, Halle Berry Hair be laid, bills be paid Still put bread on my nigga commissary If I want somethin', it's, "Whatever, cop it" Balenciaga, tell 'em check the closet Heard you fuckin' for that extra change That's why that pussy got that extra mileage, I be rollin' Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' All my bitches rollin', rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' Rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit Them commas comin' quick Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin' Rollin', rollin' All my bitches rollin' and I love that shit

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Wet*

Wet* by Cardi B (Ft. Beyoncé)

27 ContributorsWet* Lyrics Cardi I got that sauce and that water Set them hoes in a corner I wake up and get paid Everyday in that order Had some hoes that was hatin’ Now they act like supporters In my face tryna make up Like they Mike or Sephora But I leave a bitch wet if I let up, she gon need a first aid at the Red Cross Skrt, skrt dip off in a red Porsche Everything on my list getting checked off Wet neck, wet wrist I’m as wet as jet skis They was sleepin’ on a bitch now I’m a fucking wet treeYou might also like

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Sick 16 (Freestyle)

Sick 16 (Freestyle) by Cardi B

7 ContributorsSick 16 (Freestyle) Lyrics They out here looking for revenge All day, all night See me not once but twice All looks and no fights See me doing me got em wondering how a bitch came a took flight They talk about me all night God damn they must be tight They looking for revenge Yeah, it's not my fault tho I swear I just do me and bitches be sick, bitches got sore throats Last year I was on the pole Now you can catch ya girl on the road Damn near 15k a show I think some bitches need to know, yeah Cause I don't brag much But shit really be a blow When I got bitches that's coming for me like we on the same level, that's a no These bitches is nowhere near my level Can't even fit em in my schedule Yeah your girl is overbooked You really think my attention's gonna catch you Mixtape been out for 3 weeks And already charting on Billboards For really think that shit was free All I gotta say is "thank you Lord" This is for the ones that was doubting me And said I was never gon be shit All of a sudden they proud of me And wanna be hopping on my dick They six, six, six Yeah, sick, sick, sick, cause they know wassup I'm usually always humble but right now I really don't give a fuck Some niggas be hating hard Why is it because you didn't buck? Cause you didn't get the time a day? And I left ya lame ass in the dust Oh man, oh man If you hittas pulling straight fam on They saying I'm the next superstar Co-signed by Lee Daniels Im just tryna play this game clever I'm just tryna do that shit right So I hit em wit that "Foreva" Ran down on that bitch twice You might also like They out here looking for revenge All day, all night See me not once but twice All looks and no fights See me doing me got em wondering how a bitch came a took flight They talk about me all night God damn they must be tight They looking for revenge Know I don't really brag much, but bitches better stop fucking playing with me like I can't stunt on a bitch Like, like y'all think, y'all think I'm playing with my pussy all day long or something You know what, bring that back Mm I know some bitches in the Bronx that wanna be me a little But stop on learning how to suck and fuck and live free a little And bitch know your worth, don't show it all, let em see a little And if he ain't bout the money, hit the brakes, but do speed a little I remember having no money, sleeping at my ex house My mom couldn't take me at the time, so she had to kick me out But I'm not mad at her one bit, cause I don't think I would've took this route I had to go get it on my own Im just glad I figured it out Like I been through a lot And it wasn't easy to escape That's why it really bothers me when motherfuckers got something to say And just to set the record straight to stop a J If they ain't SwiftOnDemand, then they ain't help me in no way I swear they be wanting so much credit But don't wanna give none when it's due Slept on ya girl for so long Now wanna come hopping out the blue Nah bruh shit don't work like that Well at least it don't in my book Cause if you fuck with me hard, and I fuck with you, then there's no other way to look Imma hit em again and again Get so much music, it go to ya friend Hitting a tour and the shade gon end Hmm that's why they looking for revengeEmbed

Nicki Minaj

Only

Only by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Chris Brown, Drake & Lil Wayne)

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, fuck's sake If I did, I'd ménage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a setup For a punchline on duct tape Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake Wo-worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight Th-These girls are my sons Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight When I walk in, zip up straight I don't give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 Is my idea of a update Hut-hut one, hut-hut two Big titties, big butt too Fu-Fuck with them real niggas Who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is Ri-Ring finger where the rock is The-These hoes couldn't test me Even if their name was Pop Quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens Unless they last name is Cutlet Let it soak in Like seasoning And tell them bitches blow me Lance Stephenson See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side (Yeah), only I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man But when that's over, then I'm first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time" We had just come from that video You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow She was sittin' down on that big butt But I was still starin' at the titties though Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you, oh That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Pinkprint, ayy) Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she act like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story-teller I piss greatness, like goldish yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca Calendar say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money? Take mothers instead You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms This shit is crazy, my nigga I mean brazy, my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my nigga For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber 17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets My story is how I went from "poor me" To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me" Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Young Mula, baby! Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only1.9KEmbed

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Feeling Myself

Feeling Myself by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Beyoncé)

Yo, B, they ready Let's go Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket (Ugh) Got a black card that'll let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black matted (Ugh) Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off 'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off (Ugh) He be thinking about me when he whacks off Wax on? Wax off Na-na-national anthem, hats off Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Ugh) Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce "On The Run Tour," with my mask off See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Male or female, it make no difference I stop the world World, stop Carry on Kitty on fleek (Ooh), pretty on fleek (Ugh) Pre-pre-pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek (Ooh) Ridin'-Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (Ugh, breakfast) Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said "Damn, Nicki, it's tight," I-I say "Yeah, nigga, you right" (Ugh) He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I said "Yes, daddy, I do (Do), gimme brain like NYU" (U, ugh) I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you" (Uh) I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Panky full of that bounce, baby Come get you some of that bounce, baby I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (Ugh) Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm killin' my Cookin' up that base (Base), lookin' like a kilo (Kilo) He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin' up my ego (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) (Ridin'-Ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas) Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade (High-grade) Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine (Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine) (Ridin'-Ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas, ridin'-ridin' through Texas) Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow (He in love) I have both and an empire also (In love) Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole (In love) Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho, ho, let-let-let that ho know (He in love) He in love with that coco Why-Why-Why-Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (Ugh) I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40 I am a rap legend, just go ask the Kings of Rap Who is the Queen and things of that nature? Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser (Rrr!) Drippin' on that work, trip-trippin' off that perc Flip-flip-flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's (Ki's), car keys got B's (Ugh) Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all of that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this (Ugh) We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Ugh) Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow Hahahahahahaha, rrrrr You like it, don't'chyea? Snitches Hahahahaha Ah, Young Money1.3KEmbed

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Barbie Dreams

Barbie Dreams by Nicki Minaj

Uh, mmm, kyuh R.I.P. to B.I.G.  Classic shit I'm lookin' for a nigga to give some babies A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type like Jxmmi and Swae Lees But if he can't fuck three times a night, peace! I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours B-beat the pussy up, make sure it's a K-O Step your banks up like you're 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 lyin' and shit Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyein' my shit Drake worth a hundred mill, he always buyin' me shit But I don't know if the pussy wet or if he cryin' and shit Meek still be in my DMs, I be havin' to duck him "I used to pray for times like this" face-ass when I fuck him Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain't takin' a L But he took it literally when I said "Go to hell" Used to fuck with Young Thug, I ain't addressin' this shit C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin' dresses and shit I used to give this nigga with a lisp tests and shit How you want the pu-thy? Can't say your S's and shit, uh See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams) I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed Shoutout Desiigner 'cause he made it out of special ed You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head 'Cause this pussy have these niggas on some special meds Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin' my shit Talkin' 'bout, "Yo, why you got these niggas fightin' and shit?" On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy Young M.A and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh And I woulda had Odell Beckham bangin' the cake 'Til I saw him hoppin' out of cars dancin' 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 speakin' Ain't no fat nigga tellin' me what he ain't eatin' YG and The Game with the hammer yellin', "Gang! Gang!" This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang Tekashi want a 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-I ain't tryna bust it open in a trailer park Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams) Dreams of fuckin' one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams) I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie dreams) (Barbie Dreams) I'm just playin', but I'm sayin' (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams) You know I'm all 'bout them dollars I be supportin' them scholars I let him give me some brain, but he wanted me to ride it So I said, "Fuck it, I'm in" He wanna cut like a trim And if he act like he know, I let him fuck it again I got them bars, I'm indicted I'm poppin', I'm uninvited I said, "Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don't fuckin' bite it" I ride his **** in a circle I turn Stefan into Urkel I go arounds and arounds and I'ma go down in slow motion The-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 'em up 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-I-I-I'ma kill 'em with the shoe No ceiling is in the roof And I'm big, give me the loot 12 cylinders in the coupe I get dome with the chrome, no tellin' when I'ma shoot I just bang, bang, bang, real killas is in my group Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin' where it's humid And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans I'm in LA Times more than when niggas lootin' And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin' He done bodied everybody, in closing, these bitches losin' Usin', usin' up, a bitch movin' 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 protrudin' I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in I be like, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, bring the lube in

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Truffle Butter

Truffle Butter by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Drake & Lil Wayne)

You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Uh, thinkin' out loud I must have a quarter million on me right now Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money Two things I'm about it are talkin' blunt and stayin' blunted Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh? We should all disappear right now Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? You see the fleet of all the new things Cop cars with the loose change All white like I move things Niggas see me rollin' and they mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you a undercover I could probably make some stepsisters fuck each other Woo, talkin' filets with the truffle butter Fresh sheets and towels, man, she gotta love it Yeah, they all get what they desire from it What? Tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Yo, thinkin' out loud I must have about a milli on me right now And I ain't talkin' about that Lil Wayne record I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper for the record Man, this the sixty-five millionth single sold I ain't gotta compete with a single soul I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul Pretty women, what's up? Is you here right now? You a stand-up or is you in your chair right now? Uh Do you hear me? I can't let a wack nigga get near me I might kiss the baddest bitch if you dare me I ain't never need a man to take care of me Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this I floss every day, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach I invented And I ain't takin' that back 'cause I meant it (Yeah) You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank, check in my account Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy Cuddle buddies on the low You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the mornin' 'Cause she gon' say "I know" Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet I'll put one leg on the tub, girl This my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it But, bitch, you dancin' with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude What's his name? Not important I brought some cocaine if you snortin' She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off, white chocolate I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless, and flawless Smallest, regardless, largest in charge And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans Skateboard, I'm gnarly, Drake, Tunechi, and Barbie, you know You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of You know, yeah Touchin', yeah Night of

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Anaconda

Anaconda by Nicki Minaj

My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Boy toy named Troy Used to live in Detroit Bi-bi-big dope dealer money He was gettin' some coins Wa-wa-was in shootouts with the law But he live in a palace Bo-bought me Alexander McQueen He was keepin' me stylish Now that's real, real, real Gun in my purse Bitch, I came dressed to kill Who-who-who-who wanna go first? I had 'em pushin' daffodils I'm high as hell I only took a half a pill I'm on some dumb shit By-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, hey) He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey) Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey) He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey) So I pulled up in the Jag, and I hit him with the jab like (Hey) Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh Look at her butt Oh my gosh Look at her butt Oh-oh-oh-oh my gosh Look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at Look at her butt Thi-thi-thi-thi-this dude named Michael Used to ride motorcycles Di-di-dick bigger than a tower I ain't talkin' 'bout Eiffel's Re-re-re-real country-ass Nigga, let me play with his rifle Pussy put his ass to sleep Now he callin' me NyQuil Now that bang, bang, bang I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine He toss my salad Like his name Romaine And when we done I make him buy me Balmain I'm on some dumb shit By-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, hey) He can tell I ain't missing no meals (Hey) Come through and fuck him in my automobile (Hey) Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill He keep tellin' me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey) He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (Hey) So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like (Hey) Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (Hey, hey) My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh Look at her butt Oh my gosh Look at her butt Oh-oh-oh-oh my gosh Look at her butt Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at Look at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Oh my God Look at her butt My anaconda don't My anaconda don't My anaconda don't want none Unless you got buns, hun D-D-D-Don't My anaconda don't... D-D-Don't want none Unless you got buns, hun Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) Oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) Oh-oh-oh-oh my gosh, look at her butt (Little in the middle but she got much back) (Oh my God) Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at, look at her butt Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha! Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club? Fuck those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club I wanna see all the big fat-ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club Fuck you if you skinny, bitches, what? Kyuh Hahahaha, ahh, rrrrrrr! Kyuh, I got a big fat ass! Kyuh, come on! Hey! Hey! Hey!

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Chun-Li

Chun-Li by Nicki Minaj

Ayo, 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 ya thirst quenched Styled on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench (Brrr) I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc (By the rock) Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he buy the rock Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off Oh, I get it, huh, they paintin' me out to be the bad guy Well it's the last time you gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I went and copped the chopsticks, put it in my bun just to pop shit I'm always in the top shit, box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip How many of them coulda did it with finesse? Now everybody like, "She really is the best" You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, it's King Kong Bitch, it's King Kong, this is King Kong Chinese ink on, Siamese links on Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong Bitch, it's King Kong, yes, I'm King Kong This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong In my kingdom wit' my Timbs on How many championships? What? Six rings on They need rappers like me They need rappers like me So they can get on their fucking keyboards And make me the bad guy, Chun-Li Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed He keep on dialin' Nicki like the Prince song I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle I come alive, I, I'm always sky high Designer thigh highs, it's my lifestyle I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi Give me the password to the fuckin' wifi

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Beez In The Trap

Beez In The Trap by Nicki Minaj (Ft. 2 Chainz)

Yo Man Man Uh Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Uh, man, I been did that, man, I been popped off And if she ain't tryin' to give it up, she get dropped off Let me bust that U-ie, bitch, bust that open Might spend a couple thou' just to bust that open Rip it off, no joking, like your name Hulk Hogan Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken Bitch, I spit that crack, like I'm in that trap So if you need a hit, then I'm with that bat (Bow!) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing (Tru!) I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap (Yeah) I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap (2 Chainz!) Okay, now, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, put it in your kidney Got a new LS 450, ain't no keys in this doohickey If I weren't rapping, I'd be trapping If I weren't trapping, I'd be pimping If I weren't pimping, I'd be getting it, period I don't smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky (Ricky) Got your girl on Molly, and we smokin' loud and drinkin' (Drinkin') Got my top back so you can see what I been thinkin' (Thinkin') I—If you know me then you know I've been thinking Franklin (Franklin) Money (Money), thousands (Thousands) True Religion trousers (Tell 'em!) Got a private home, started from them public houses (Damn) Hair weave killer (Killer), causing her arousal (Tru) Audi A8, told them "outtie 5000," uh! Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Damn, damn, what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Damn, damn, what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Man, I'm out in Texas, man, I'm out in A-town Then I'm up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin' it down It's that New Orleans, it's LA or The Bay It's New York, Philly, and the whole DMV I'm a Detroit player, man, it's North-South Cack Ohio, Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck It's Delaware, Connecticut, it's New Jersey got hella bricks It's Queens, Brooklyn, and yeah, they wildin' Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me nothing I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, bee-beez in the trap Damn, damn, what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life Damn, damn, what they say about me? I don't know man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hit, swinging on a big bitch I don't know man, I'm shittin' on your whole life

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Super Bass

Super Bass by Nicki Minaj

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like he savin' up And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) This one is for the boys in the polos Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls He could ball with the crew, he could solo But I think I like him better when he dolo And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look Then the panties comin' off, off, uh Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy You know, I really got a thing for American guys I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell 'em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) See, I need you in my life for me to stay Know, know, know, know, know, I know you'll stay No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way? Oh, it be like Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)

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Lookin Ass

Lookin Ass by Nicki Minaj

All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas) All I know is there should be no reason (Niggas) All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason (Look at y'all niggas) All I know, you know, and you know (Niggas) Look at why, there's no reason Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas (You know why) Nigga-nigga (All, all I know is there's no reason) Look at y'all bitch ass niggas Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas (You know why) Nigga-nigga (All, all I know is there's no) Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas (Reason) Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas Talkin' 'bout, "It's paid off," but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga, nigga, nigga Look at y'all, can't get a job So you plottin' how to rob ass niggas I ain't gotta check for y'all But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas I don't want sex, give a fuck about your ex I don't even want a text from y'all niggas I'm rapin' you niggas Look at this pic, look at what the fuck I gave to you niggas Ain't feelin' these niggas Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know, and you know Look at why, there's no reason Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club One bottle full of bub' ass niggas Look at y'all non havin' game ass niggas Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas Same cup in the hand ass nigga In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga No dick in the pants ass nigga I'll be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga I would never lie Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai Pussy, you dry, pussy ass nigga, you lie Pussy ass nigga, you high Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski Art on the wall, Basqui', fuck who see Look at you fake dope dealers Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas Talkin' 'bout ki's, say, "It's ki's in the van" But he really move grams, and he split it with his mans All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know is there should be no reason All I, all I know is there should be, all I know All I, all I know is there should be no reason All I know, you know, and you know Look at why, there's no reason1.2KEmbed

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Pills N Potions

Pills N Potions by Nicki Minaj

Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love Ayo, they could never make me hate you Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful I'ma keep it movin', be classy and graceful I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learn that yet All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earn that yet Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible That they love you when, really, they no different from all your rivals But I still don't wish death on 'em, I just reflect on 'em See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love Yo, people'll love you and support you when it's beneficial I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue Soon as you outta niggas lives is when they start to miss you They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish wit' you Bu-bu-but I sped off in the Benzy I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy (Kyuh) So I pop pills for 'em (Rrrah) Cop cribs in the hills on 'em Pills and potions We're overdosin' I'm angry, but I still love you Pills and potions We're overdosin' Can't stand it, but I still love you I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I get high off Your memory I get high off Your memory I get high off Your memory In due time We'll be fine In due time I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still lo-o-ove I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love I still love

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High School

High School by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Lil Wayne)

He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers He was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple rings Bricks in the condo and grams to Sing Sing Left arm, baby mother tatted Five year bid up north when they ratted Anyway, I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat belt him Took him out to Belgium, welcome Bitches this pretty, that's seldom This box better than the box he was held in I'm Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober That's top of the toppa, I never fuck with beginners I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers I'm in the zone They holler at me, but it's you You, this ain't high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Put it wherever you want Baby, it's yours Anywhere, everywhere Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Alright) Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Uh) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like She got a nigga at home, and one on the side Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight I tell her make me some money, she tell me, "Make me a wife" I tell her, "Bitch, you crazy, fuck wrong with you?" And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin' And I say, "What about them niggas?" She say, "What about them niggas?" You right, what you doing tonight? Put on something tight, don't judge me, I get life She love me like a brother, but fuck me like a husband Pussy like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles She tell me that's it's mine, I tell her stop lyin' Mine and who else? She say worry 'bout yourself Lil Tune They holler at me, but it's you You, this ain't high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Put it wherever you want Baby, it's yours Anywhere, everywhere Baby, it's your world, ain't it? Baby, it's your world, ain't it? I know you want it, boy I see you tryin' Just keep on pushin' I'ma let you slide in Just close your eyes and This horizon It's ready, come get you some Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Barbie Tingz

Barbie Tingz by Nicki Minaj

Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem Dem-dem-dem-dem Dem-dem-dem-dem dem-dem Dem-dem-dem-dem Uh, I'm in my prime, Optimus Sagittarius, so you know I'm an optimist Man, keep it all real, I'm a prophetess (Okay) So at least you took an L off your bucket list (Bucket list) It's time to make hits and it's time to diss How you still dissin', still can't find some hits? (Okay) Was it worth it, dummy? I ain't mind a bit Still on that show gettin' no chips, time to dip I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (Okay) I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (Okay) Ritchie like Guy and I still eat Thai Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me Wanna be in demand, get booked like me Wanna run up in the lab and cook like me But ain't nan you hoes pussy good like me Pussy so good his ex wanna still fight me Face so pretty bitches wish they could slice me She just mad 'cause he never bought her ice like me I cut all my niggas off, but they would still wife me (Still wife me) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Rap bitches tell they team, "Make 'em like Barbie" Had to come off IG so they can't stalk me All they do is copy looks, steal music too Want to see what bitches do when they lose the blue-print I mean the pinkprint, ho, let it sink in I spoke to Jay the other day, he's still the kingpin He's still the only nigga that I woulda signed to If I ain't sign to Wayne's perfectly designed crew 'Cause we the big three, don't need a big speech We made the biggest impact, check the spreadsheet That's Lil Weezy, the Barbie and Drizzy Drake Niggas gettin' more cheese, kissy face I'm a bad bitch, fuck the bitch (Uh) Bitch get slick, I'ma cut the bitch I'm a bad bitch, suck some dick (Okay) If that bitch get slick, I'll cut the bitch I'll cut up the bitch, I'll gut the bitch (Okay) Had to fuck up the bitch, man, fuck the bitch Won't shoot her but I will gun-butt the bitch When we say "Fuck the bitch," dick up the bitch She was stuck-up so my niggas stuck up the bitch Still draggin' her so don't pick up the bitch Get the combination to the safe, drug the bitch Know the whole operation been bugged the bitch I, I, I, I-I, I-I, I (Okay) I'm still fly, just bagged a white guy (Okay) Ritchie like Guy and I still eat Thai Want the Nicki cheat code? Come on, bitch, nice try Let's be real, all you bitches wanna look like me Wanna be in demand, get booked like me Wanna run up in the lab and cook like me But ain't nan you hoes pussy good like me Pussy so good his ex wanna still fight me Face so pretty bitches wish they could slice me She just mad 'cause he never bought her ice like me I cut all my niggas off, but they would still wife me (Still wife me) They would still wife me They would still wife me Yup, him too, he would still wife me Ahh, ha When it come to stealin' flows, these birds is fluent But they stutter when get asked 'bout the queen's influence When it's clear they bite me, I'm flattered they like me I don't wanna check bitches, tell 'em wear their Nikes Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz Big Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz Big Barbie tingz, that's Barbie tingz Uh, Barbie dreamhouse, Barbie rings That's Barbie beach house, Barbie Benz Uh, Barbie white picket Barbie fence All tea, all shade, bitch, all offense If you ever try to confiscate Barbie's Ken I'ma put you in the box where my dollies been Chop it up and the next stop garbage bin 'Cause you hoes too old to be gossipin' I'm just tryna find out when the new Porsche come in

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Roman’s Revenge

Roman's Revenge by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Eminem)

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma "Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame You don't like it, then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollering, "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones The world ain't finished swallowing my wad I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealing my music So I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not? The world-world is my punching bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You must've went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli All you lil' faggots can suck it No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep acting as if You have the same passion I have, yeah, right Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash It's high class meets white trash Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady What's going on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mother's warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

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Itty Bitty Piggy

Itty Bitty Piggy by Nicki Minaj

(The Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention) Yo, yo, yo What's up, what's the deal? (Trap-A-Holics) It's your boy, Seven Up, man You already know if it's up, then it's stuck, and all that But you already know how it is, man Shout out to Nicki Minaj, man I just wanted to share, man, you already know Free makeup, mixtapes, and all that, you know how we give it up Got me yellin' on a plane, man, listen up, man (Holiday Season) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my bla- Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Okay, okay, woah, woah, Holiday Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday! You can't give it to 'em dry like that You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga Like, come on now! You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you!) They can't just get that shit right off the top Like, you gotta bring that shit back Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let's go! Holiday Season, ayy!) I think we got y'all's attention now, right? (Holiday Season) Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday, (Holiday Season, nigga) Mizay Entertainment Shouts out Trap-A-Holics (Trap-A-holics, biatch), we run this! Let's go, Nicki! See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ayo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (Fumble) 'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer All the dope boys gon' feel her Flow so sick I need a healer Fuck is my MAC concealer? I be out in Queens on the back of four- Whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal That's why I get more head than a pigtail Put some ranch out, I’m gettin' the munchies I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entrée 'Cause they be thinking they can spit, spit-shine my shoes You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs I'm the only thing hoppin', like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin', like a can of brew Listen, you should buy a sixteen, 'cause I write it good That 808 woof-woof, 'cause I ride it good And bitches can't find they man, 'cause I ride it good I'm the wolf, where is Little Red-a Riding Hood? Now, if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I'on't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I'on't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em, bitches, kyuh (Holiday Season!) Wow It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building It's like, it's like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie Like, I mean, I don't even know why you girls bother at this point Like, give it up! It's me! I win! You lose! Hahahahahahaha Oh, shit! Hahaha, yo I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Hehe, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Hahahahahaha I told you, I told you before I told you y'all was gonna have to pick my fruit out Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out I want y'all to start going to the boutiques Y'knahmsayin, get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me I want, I want, you know, leopard-skin, and, you know? I want, I want all that crazy lizard-skin shit, like, you know? Make sure you... You can be my personal shopper! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Ayo! Woo Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

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Starships

Starships by Nicki Minaj

RedOne Uh Let's go to the beach-each, let's go get a wave They say, what they gonna say Have a drink, clink, found the Bud Light Bad bitches like me is hard to come by The Patrón own, let's go get it on The zone on, yes, I'm in the zone Is it two, three? Leave a good tip I'ma blow off my money and don't give two shits, oh-oh I'm on the floor, floor, I love to dance So give me more, more 'til I can't stand Get on the floor, floor like it's your last chance If you want more, more, then here I am Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Can't stop 'cause we're so high Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Starships, were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Let's do this one last time Can't stop See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka Jump in my hoopty-hoopty-hoop, I own that And I ain't payin' my rent this month, I owe that But fuck who you want, and fuck who you like Dancehall life, there's no end in sight Twinkle, twinkle little star Now everybody let me hear you say, "Ray, ray, ray" Now spend all your money, 'cause today payday And if you a G, you a G-G-G My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki (Woo) Get on the floor, floor like it's your last chance If you want more, more, then here I am Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Can't stop 'cause we're so high Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Starships, were meant to fly Hands up, and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Let's do this one last time Can't stop We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can't stop 'cause we're so high Let's do this one more time (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Starships, were meant to fly Hands up, and touch the sky (Oh-oh-oh-oh) Let's do this one last time Can't stop We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka We're higher than a motherfucka

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Moment 4 Life

Moment 4 Life by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Drake)

I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive I believe that life is a prize But to live doesn't mean you're alive Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire I get what I desire, it's my empire And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire In this very moment, I'm king In this very moment, I slay Goliath with a sling This very moment, I bring Put it on everything that I will retire with the ring And I will retire with the crown, yes No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes Clap for the heavyweight champ, me But I couldn't do it all alone, we Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens, and it's crazy 'Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me Shout out to my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated Best believe that when we done, this moment will be syndicated I don't know, this night just remind me of Everything they deprived me of (Yeah) Put your drinks up It's a celebration every time we link up We done did everything they can think of Greatness is what we on the brink of See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive What I tell them hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to your knees Young Money the mafia, that's word to Lil' Cease I'm in the Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz Doing target practice, all these bitches just aiming to please Shout out to the CEO, 500 Degreez Shout out to the OVO, red wings and fatigues, oh Niggas wanna be friends, how coincidental This supposed to be y'all year? We ain't get the memo A young king, pay me in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These niggas be droppin' songs, they ain't even cold Weezy on top, and that nigga ain't even home yet Yeah, be very afraid These other rappers gettin' bodied and carried away Fuck it, me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And all you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh Yeah, you a star in my eyes You and all them white girls, party of five Are we drinking a lil' more? I can hardly decide I can't believe we really made it, I'm partly surprised, I swear Damn, this one for the books, man I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man I'm really tryna make it more than what it is 'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive This is my moment I waited all my Life, I can tell it's time Drifting away, I'm One with the sunsets I have become alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive

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Did It On’em

Did It On'em by Nicki Minaj

(Bangladesh) Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em (Pss) Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, radiator (That was a earthquake, bitch), shitted on 'em (You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just shitted on 'em (You bitches ain't fucking with her), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You must've, ah) (You must've lost your fuckin' mind), shitted on 'em (You must've bumped your fuckin' head), man, I just shitted on 'em (You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking bitches), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Uh, yo, ah) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like This stone is flawless, F1 I keep shooters up top in the F1 A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to F one But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come Throw some fresh ones More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' step-son (I don't know what layaway look like), shitted on 'em (Bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"), man, I just shitted on 'em (You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole) (We at the top, bitch, she flopped), shitted on 'em (Louis Vuitton everything, bitch), man, I just shitted on 'em (Gucci, we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches, ah, man) All these bitches is my sons And I ain't talkin' 'bout Phoenix Bitch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases I live where the motherfuckin' pools and the trees is Broke bitches so crusty (Disgust me) Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff'-B Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew I'm the terminator Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator You my seed, I'll spray you with the germinator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh) Move back, bugs Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah) If you could turn back time, Cher You used to be here, now you're gone, Nair (You nappy-headed son of a bitches), shitted on 'em (I'ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just shitted on 'em (I'ma get the kid version), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (The kid version, 'cause you're a bunch of kids) (Bunch of lil' nappy-headed hoes runnin' around, yeah), shitted on 'em (Just for Me), man, I just shitted on 'em (You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow)

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All Things Go

All Things Go by Nicki Minaj

Yo, I had to reinvent, I put the V in vent I put the heat in vents, man, I been competin' since I look beyond what people sayin' and I see intent Then I just sit back and decipher what they really meant Cherish these nights, cherish these people Life is a movie, but there'll never be a sequel And I'm good with that, as long as I'm peaceful As long as seven years from now, I'm takin' my daughter to preschool Cherish these days, man, do they go quick Just yesterday, I swear it was '06 Ten years ago, that's when you proposed I looked down, "Yes, I suppose" All things go, all things go All things go, all things go I feel one minute, yeah, we got it, then it's gone While we keep waitin' for a moment to live for So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong 'Cause I'ma ride out wit' you, still, the night is young And we keep goin', we go (We go, we go) We wake back up and do it all again (And we know, we know) Said, "Fuck the world, we ridin' 'til the end" When all is said and done, look what we've become (Oh, we go) I just want you to know that I did it for you See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I lost my little cousin to a senseless act of violence His sister said he wanted to stay with me, but I didn't invite him Why didn't he ask? Or am I just buggin'? 'Cause since I got fame, they don't act the same Even though they know that I love 'em Family ties broken before me Niggas tryna kill him, he ain't even call me And that's the reflection of me Yes, I get it, I get it was all me I'll pop a pill and remember The look in his eyes the last day he saw me All things go, all things go All things go, all things go I feel one minute, yeah, we got it, then it's gone While we keep waitin' for a moment to live for So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong 'Cause I'ma ride out wit' you, still, the night is young And we keep goin', we go (We go, we go) We wake back up and do it all again (And we know, we know) Said, "Fuck the world, we ridin' 'til the end" When all is said and done, look what we've become (Oh, we go) I just want you to know that I did it for you Lemme make this clear: I'm not difficult, I'm just 'bout my business I'm not into fake industry parties and fake agendas Rock with people for how they make me feel, not what they give me Even the ones that hurt me the most, I still show forgiveness I love my mother more than life itself and that's a fact I'd give it all if somehow I could just rekindle that She never understands why I'm so overprotective The more I work, the more I feel like somehow they're neglected I want 'Caiah to go to college just to say, "We did it" My child with Aaron woulda been sixteen any minute So in some ways, I feel like 'Caiah is the both of them It's like he's 'Caiah's little angel lookin' over him And I know Jelani will always love me and I'll always love him And I'm just his little sister, not Nicki Minaj when I'm around him Gee, we did it, let's leave this imprint Just finished writin', this is The Pinkprint All things go, all things go All things go, all things go

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Good Form

Good Form by Nicki Minaj

Eardrummers Mhm, uh-huh, uh-huh Mhm, yo, hold up, hold up Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up You see a bad bitch coming 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!) Ooh, 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 Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like See, a bitch got more coins than a game room So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom (Nah) See, I keep my sons in a playroom So me and you ain't ever in the same room I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And when he eat the cookie he got good form He know I don't never 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 for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him 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 La Renta, 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 (Woo!) Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!) Ooh, 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 And when he eat the cookie he got good form He know I don't never 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 for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on

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No Flex Zone (Remix)

No Flex Zone (Remix) by Nicki Minaj

82 ContributorsNo Flex Zone (Remix) Lyrics (Hey) No flex zone, (hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (hey) they know better (Hey) No flex zone, (hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (hey) they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter Hell no, you can't use my lip gloss Pop a Perc', now I'm on lift off Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross You bitches make a nigga dick soft Bitch, ball like I'm at tip off Get it, get it wet, then I rub the tip on Rag and Bone jeans, I can slip off Bitch, I've been hot since flip phones Running this game for five years, guess that's why my feet hurt Wonder when they bite me, do these bitches' teeth hurt? Yes, I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt Thought you knew better, do your fucking research You ain’t know, this the no rip zone This the you can't beat Nic zone Madison Square when the Knicks home I live next door to Brad Pitt’s home I like bad bitches, 'cause they like bad bitches too I like hood niggas, with a bad attitude They could never reach Young Nick' magnitude Even if they had a longitude, latitude Listen up, ho, this is my territory You are my son, like an episode of Maury Like an episode of ER, bitch, I’m hotter than the D.R When it comes to rap skills, nobody wan' see her Muhfuckas flexin', muhfuckas actin' Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions Ain’t pushing out, I'ma give them to the clinic Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Whack sauce, I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you’re ugly, it’s a no text zone It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone Whack sauce, I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you’re ugly, it’s a no text zone It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better (Hey) No flex zone, (Hey) no flex zone (Hey) They know better, (Hey) they know better Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat these hoes special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better I'm a trendsetter, I'm a go-getter

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Favorite

Favorite by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Jeremih)

67 ContributorsFavorite Lyrics I don't want no drama I just wanna be your diamond, babe Guaranteed to be a problem Every time I get around you, babe I just want you to need me You might really wanna try me, babe All I know I want a rider All I know I want a rider babe You know that you need a rider You know that you need a rider, babe You know that you need a rider You know that you need a rider, babe, ah yeah Yo, I just wanna be ya rider, you should pull up in that Spyder You should let me hit the mic, and I ain't talking about the fighter Get it lit without a lighter, let's pull an all-nighter Tell me-tell me what you need, got the weed, I'm a bad lil' bitch and I never indict her Get locked, I'ma write ya, you on the road? I'ma Skype ya I-I-I-I-I don't wanna hype ya, but you a lucky nigga if my mean ass like ya You ain't never have a bitch understand you, most of them wanna use you when they ran through I just wanna be somebody that can add to, your wife, be a friend, be a teacher and a fan too I just wanna listen, when you leave I say, "Damn, I fucking miss him" I just wanna be your vixen, give you something real wet to put your lips in I wanna be the only one that can check you, and still respect you Cause it's you I would change for, you always make sure See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite Won't you let me be your favorite? Ayo, I just wanna be your first go-to, do you like a real one supposed to, livin' bi-coastal Scoop me in the truck, late-night on a humble Meet me out in Queens, where the city want a sundown You could put your gun down, you could have fun now You could tell your niggas that you won now, one down Run through the clubs with the baddest, bitches is the maddest, nothin' else matters (Matters) And they say, Birkin where the bag is, got a lot of bags, but we never got baggage Winter Wonderland on my hands, call me Alice, balance I'ma have you coming in my palace London, Tokyo, Paris, let me update your status 'Cause it's you I would change for, you always make sure I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite Won't you let me be your favorite? You should already know You should already know You should already know You should already know You know that you need a rider You know that you need a rider, babe You know that you need a rider You know that you need a rider, babe, ah yeah I just wanna be your favorite I just wanna be your favorite You should already know, you should already know I just wanna be your favorite You should already know, you should already know Won't you let me be your favorite? (Oh, baby) You know that you need a rider, rider, rider, rider, rider, rider Oh, oh, oh You know that you need a rider, rider, rider, ri-i-ider Won't you let me be your favorite? You know that you need a rider, rider, rider, rider, rider, rider Oh, oh, oh You know that you need a rider, rider, rider, ri-i-ider

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Bed

Bed by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Ariana Grande)

Got a bed wit' your name on it Wit’ your name on it Got a kiss wit' your name on it Wit' your name on it 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 He 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 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 Wit’ your name on it See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Strawberry lingerie Waitin' for you, strawberries, lingerie You told me you on the way Mess around, mess around, put it down on you I’ma do everything I said I'm gon' do Pretty little body, it look better on you Might have to blow it like a feather on you Waterfalls, ooh, yeah, you better 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 (But I put your name on it) Yo, he in my startin' five, he get his city live These niggas scared, they doing 50 in a 55 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 'em 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 fuck it up, look at him luckin' up I said, "You need some thick skin, baby, suck it up" He go insane on it, I put my fame on it Coulda put ZAYN on it, but I put your name on it 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

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Stupid Hoe

Stupid Hoe by Nicki Minaj

Uh, yo, yo I get it cracking like a bad back Bitch talking she the queen when she looking like a lab rat I'm Angelina, you Jennifer C'mon, bitch, you see where Brad at? Ice my wrist-es, then I piss on bitches You could suck my diznick if you take these jizzes You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses Yeah, they know what this is, give bitches the business 'Cause I pull up and I'm stuntin' but I ain't a stuntman Yes, I'm rockin' Jordans, but I ain't a jumpman Bitches play the back, 'cause they know I'm the frontman Put me on a dollar, 'cause I'm who they trust in Ayo, SB, what the fuck's good? We ship platinum, them bitches is shippin' wood Them nappy headed hoes, but my kitchen good I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish a bitch would You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, yeah, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (Stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid), yeah, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Uh, look, Bubbles, go back to ya habitat MJ gone and I ain't havin' that How you gon' be the stunt double to the nigga monkey? Top of that I'm in the Phantom lookin' hella chonky Ice my wrist-es, then I piss on bitches You could suck my diznick if you take these jizzes You don't like them disses, give my ass some kisses Yeah, they know what this is, give bitches the business 'Cause I pull up in the Porsche, but I ain't de Rossi Pretty bitches only could get in my posse Yes, my name is Roman, last name is Zolanski But no relation to Roman Polanski Hey, yo, Baby Bop, fuck you and your EP Who's gassin' this ho? BP? Hmm, thinks One, two, three to the Nicki Minaj blink 'Cause these hoes so busted, hoes is so crusty These bitches is my sons and I don't want custody Hoes so busted, hoes is so crusty These bitches is my sons and I don't want custody You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, yeah, you a, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (Stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) You a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid), yeah, you a, you a stupid ho (You stupid, stupid) If you cute, then the crew can roll If you sexy, eat my cucka roll Put ya cape on, you a super ho 2012, I'm at the Super Bowl Stupid hoes is my enemy, stupid hoes is so wack Stupid ho shoulda befriended me, then she coulda prolly came back Stupid hoes is my enemy, stupid hoes is so wack Stupid ho shoulda befriended me, then she could've probably came back You a stupid ho, you a stupid ho You a stupid ho And I ain't hit that note, but fuck you stupid ho, just fuck you stupid ho I said fuck a stupid ho, just fuck a stupid ho I said fuck a stupid ho, just fuck a stupid ho I said fuck a stupid ho, just fuck a stupid ho I am the female Weezy

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Ganja Burn

Ganja Burn by Nicki Minaj

Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns (Who you gettin' at, Nicki?) Watch them cunts learn Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn I move keys, but you hoes get one turn Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn I straighten all these bitches out with one perm Who ever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi All my powers back, now I'm scary to zombies Bring the heat to her, sizzle, I ain't talking Kalonji I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body I ain't givin', so don't ask, I don't lend my body Gotta be king status to give men my body (He gotta be king status to get in ya body?) Fuck yeah, 'cause a Queen is what I embody, uh Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Yo, you can't wear a Nicki wig and then be Nicki That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy One hot video, you Hype? Nah, 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, yeah, 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 perfectin' 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, yeah Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Every time I get high, I just think about you Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn I see ya, I see you I see ya, I see you To my surprise, I saw you in my eyes The nights I cried, repented of the lies To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh) Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Ooh, burn, baby (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

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Buy a Heart

Buy a Heart by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Meek Mill)

53 ContributorsBuy a Heart Lyrics You should say it right now Anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody wanna buy a heart? Cause I don't use the shit anyway But okay, I guess it's my fault Westside shorty, with an eastside nigga They say it's levels to this shit, I'm a G5 nigga And every city I be in, you know she fly with us It's like Hov got Bey, it's like Bey got Jigga Really though let me take y'all back '09, double R drop top with the top down Pulled up, double parked, hopped out, tried to spit my game It didn't work, got shot down But I can tell by the bag, by the wrist and the ring on that Somebody had it on lockdown The moral of the story not to speak on that She on the team, shorty mine now And we don't ever ever ever make love And we don't ever ever ever say "love" Unless I'm all up in it, she tellin' me she love that D on that, I don't ever say uh Bad bitch, ain't nothin' made up Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy The heart from a real one from Philly reppin' that north side? See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Anybody? Anybody? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy trust Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Rihmeek, I'ma have to tell the truth if I speak Unless you want to play, you ain't say this the other day You said you was in love, and I still didn't budge Cause I already seen how you be going in when you be in them clubs (I'm not even sure if this is right but, it feels good) I could tell you was analyzing me, I could tell you was criticizing me I could tell you was fantasizing that you would come slide in me and confide in me He could tell that I was wifey material He was liking my style in my videos I wasn't looking for love I was looking for a buzz So at times I would lie and say I'm busy, yo Cause it's too much, and it's too clutch Who wants rumors of the two of us But when you're away, I can't get you out of my mind But what if I'm not the one and you're wasting your time? But you waited Anybody? Anybody? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy trust Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy? Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love? Its a heart for sale, who's buying? I don't care who's crying Its trust for sale, who's buying? I don't care who's lying

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Super Freaky Girl

Super Freaky Girl by Nicki Minaj

She's alright That girl’s alright with me, yeah Ayo (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin' I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me ’lone, he always tell me he miss it He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) A-K, A-K, A-K E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) One thing about me, I'm the baddest alive He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive His ex-bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive On applications I write "pressure" 'cause that’s what I apply (Brr) P-P-P-Pressure applied, can’t fuck a regular guy Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin’ I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) A-K, A-K, A-K E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) 'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down? Like, what the fuck? This ain’t Burberry, custom brown He said "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?" Then he said "Do that pussy purr?" I said "Yup, meow" Hold up, fuck-boys, ain't need no for you to roll up Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO Oh, woah, elegant bitch with a ho glow If it ain't big, then I won't blow Eeny, meeny, miny, moe Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G (Let's go) Made him say "Uh," just ask Master P (Let's go) Ball so hard, I just took a knee (Let's go) Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (Let's go) Freak F-F-Freak Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin' I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl) A-K, A-K, A-K E-A-K (Freaky girl) F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)

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Want Some More

Want Some More by Nicki Minaj

Zaytoven Metro Boomin want some more, nigga Want some more, want some more Even though a nigga been getting to it Want-want-want some more (Still, want some more) Want some more, want some more Everytime I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more When they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it 'Cause I want some more Whe-whe-when they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more Every time I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more I-I-I-I'm in this bitch, I'm getting money One minute they hate me, then they love me Ain't got nothing for me, these dudes is funny That's why I'm throwing shade like it's sunny Who-who-who had Eminem on the first album? Who had Kanye saying, “She a problem?” Who the fuck came in the game, made her own column? Who-who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million? Why the fuck I gotta say it, though? You niggas don't know it yet? Football touchdown on the Boeing jet You my son, but I'm just not showing yet Wrist icy, but it ain't snowing yet You can tell I'm the illest, cause my dividend is the biggest Bitches ain't sitting with us, all my niggas in Margielas, oh Is pigs flying? Is these bitches trying me? They think it's sweet? Oh-oh-oh-oh, these bitches got diabetes You seen that list? It was me, Baby, Jay-Z, and Diddy See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Want-want-want some more, want some more Even though a nigga been getting to it Want-want-want some more (Still, want some more) Want some more, want some more Every time I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more When they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it 'Cause I want some more Whe-whe-when they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more Every time I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more Yo, yo, I'm in this bitch, I'm high-saditty I popped a Perc and I said, “Thank you” I'm popping tags every day, it look like my b-day These bitches suck, so I nickname these bitches “BJ” They want that union, they want that D-Wade I tell a ho just be happy they getting leeway My name Barbie, bitch (My name) My name Barbie, bitch Alexander made me Queen, I'm pulling up with the King I'm late to my own party, bitch Want it, I get it, I don't be wanting for nothing I mean, I do what I do and it must be counting for something I don't be jumping from topic to topic, stay in my pocket I got your rent in my pocket, so can I pay you to pop it? Cash Money, getting six albums, no bitch niggas on a bitch album You niggas apologize when a nigga diss you? That's a big problem Want-want-want some more, want some more Even though a nigga been getting to it Want-want-want some more (Still, want some more) Want some more, want some more Every time I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more When they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more I know that I'm getting it, but fuck it 'Cause I want some more Whe-whe-when they start talking crazy That's when I know that they want some more Every time I end up getting it Want-want-want-want some more

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I’m Legit

I'm Legit by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Ciara)

94 ContributorsI’m Legit Lyrics I’m the shit with no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!” With no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!” Beat em' like they stole some, beat em' like they stole some All this booty here got 'em dreaming, lemme hold some Let me, let me hear that boy, let me, let me wear that boy Let me get the most expensive car, and let me steer that boy Real big pretty titty, shut down every city If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me All new everything, plus pay the rent for me If we in the wilderness, niggas pitch the tent for me Tent for me, tent for me, get me bodied Long hair, no makeup, doing pilates Those niggas don't step on my damn Zanottis All them bitches my sons but who's the Daddy? I graduate with honors, I ball, 'Nead O'Connor I did a freestyle, then I got a shout out from Obama Yes, yes, I am ill, I go in for the kill Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill What I gotta do? What I gotta do to 'em? Step up in the club, everybody like who them? Girls girls, me and my girls What you done did? I need some referrals Motherfuckers know I’m the shit, legit And if a motherfucker don’t, he can suck my dick I tell 'em, "Everybody else is my opposite!" I put 'em on the game, give 'em five percent See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I’m the shit with no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!” With no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!” I’m like really famous, I got a famous anus No, not Famous Amos, all this fame is heinous Lemme, lemme hear that boy, lemme, lemme wear that boy All this money coming in, but I never share that, boy No lipstick, no lashes though But I got a real big ol' ratchet, though I said dude, yo dude, you packing dough He said he want a good box like Pacquiao I said, "Well, my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet you" If you really wanna know, I’ll give you my procedure Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique And we lookin' for some ballers, alopecia I hate wack niggas, I should really slap niggas These niggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map niggas How you gon' break that? How you gon' fake that? Ain't at no wedding but all my girls cake pop Sleeping on me, no mattress though I'm a burn the beat down, no matches though No, they can’t keep up? They molasses slow I'm the greatest Queens bitch, with the cashes flow Looking, looking at me like it’s my fault Trying to take sneak pictures with they iPhone I like independent bitches like July 4th Now that’s what young Harriet died for I’m the shit with no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!” With no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up All this booty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly You ask me why? 'Cause I’m the shit!”

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Yikes

Yikes by Nicki Minaj

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Drop the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Makk truck, not a black truck (Woo) When we move, tell ‘em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk But ain't got no mouth when money bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

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Bust Down Barbiana

Bust Down Barbiana by Nicki Minaj

Bust down, Barbiana, bust down, Barbiana Bust down and pick that shit up Bust down and pick that shit up Bust it open and pick that shit up Bust it open and pick that shit up Uh, ayo, I been a bad bitch, cockiana (Cockiana) And I'm still winnin', Pacquiana (Pacquiana) Percocets, popiana, killin' everybody beat Thank you, next, Ariana (Ariana) You gon' have to give me topiana (Topiana) If you tryna get some sloppiana (Sloppiana) I call my opps Oppiana (Oppiana) Then shut down Yves Saint, Lauriana (Lauriana) I don't want you on my page, blockiana (Blockiana) Flow tailor made, like Teyana (Like Teyana) They copyin' my style, copiana Roger that, over, copiana Benihana to Katana, bitch, I been a Donna He screamin' my government: O-Onika Tanya You look like Nicki now, still you tacky-ana To keep it 100, bitch you wacky-ana In the hood like Kiana, or a Tatiana Immigrant from Trinidad, rep Americana I'm 'bout to shut it down at Met Galiana You peanut head bitches is always jellyana I'm 'bout to get a ring in my bellyana Tattoo my man name, then give him some beckiana (Beckiana) 85, comma, plus three zeros (Three zeros) Plus another comma plus three zeros (Three zeros) Then add a dot (Dot) Bop a dot dot, bop a dot dot doh Been at the top Before this song came out, bitch you been a thot (Been a thot) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Bust down, Barbiana, bust down, Barbiana (Barbiana) Then back that shit up (That shit up) On the gang, then back that shit up (That shit up) On the mags, then back that shit up (That shit up) Bust down, Barbiana, bust down (Bust down) Then pick that shit up (That shit up) On the gang, Barbiana (Barbiana) Bust down, bust down, Barbiana (Barbiana) Uh Bust down and pick that shit up Bust down and pick that shit up Bust it open and pick that shit up Bust it open and pick that shit up

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Chun Swae

Chun Swae by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Swae Lee)

Fall off in the spot Wait up, they gon' do it while you drop Metro! Pull up with no top If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you Fall off in the spot, every girl comin' like a shark And you know my necklace, sittin' on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl comin' like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowin' in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Runnin' 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' me work it, I ain't got no chores I'm all yours, Barbie kissin', call the stores, Barbie shippin' Out or indoors, baby, I'ma floss What? Why of course, Barbie tippin', I endorse, Barbie strippin' Mink carpet, but I ain't got no flaws Doors look like wings, Barbie sittin', bada-bing, Barbie trippin' Curve niggas like they arm in a sling Hopped off the swing, Barbie swingin', to the ring, Barbie blingin' Good box, so he called Don King Who the fuck gon' party with them dollies? No, I never do the mollies If I hit you, then you probably gon' sue Who the fuck gon' come through with the body, always lookin' like a hottie Always sayin' what somebody won't do? Who the fuck gon’ pull up in your city, lookin' every bit of pretty With the itty bitty titty bitch crew? Who the fuck gon' beat him with the .22 if he don't lose the attitude And run off with his credit cards, too? See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Fall off in the spot, every girl comin' like a shark And you know my necklace, sittin' on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl comin' like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowin' in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Runnin' 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 Rollin' 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 delivered my Lambo, all white with a tan bow My body's a work of art, he eatin' this Van Gogh I'm not in the bando, I'm Pablo Sandals White beaches, candles, we sexin', Anglo Wh-wh-what you think all these niggas wanna cuff for? A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for? Yeah, it's a 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 Yeah, just to take a picture, I go raise the bar far I'm bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, ah, ah America's Next Top Model, call me Yaya E-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 comin' like a shark And you know my necklace, sittin' on ski resort Fall off in the spot, every girl comin' like a shark Put that thing in park, I'ma let my fin pick you apart Glowin' in the dark, fifty some' girls on board Runnin' 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, Gary, Josh Uh, Brett, Sheika, Kim, Grizz, Hillary, Khloé, Biggz Juice, I see you Juice, keep me rollin' Juice You're in the middle of Queen right now, thinkin' "I see why she called this shit Queen This bitch is really the fuckin' queen—ahh!" Ahahahaaah! Rrrrr! I love my fans, I love you so much

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Fly

Fly by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Rihanna)

81 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsFly Lyrics I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win (J.R.), to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly Uh, yo, yo I wish today it would rain all day Maybe that'd kinda make the pain go away Tryna forgive you for abandoning me Prayin', but I think I'm still an angel away Angel away, yeah, it's strange in a way Maybe that is why I chase strangers away They got they guns out aimin' at me But I become Neo when they aimin' at me Me, me, me against them Me against enemies, me against friends Somehow, they both seem to become one A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood They start comin' and I start risin' Must be surprisin', I'm just surmisin' I win, thrive, soar, higher Higher, higher, more fire See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly Uh, yo, yo Everybody wanna try to box me in Suffocatin' every time it locks me in Paintin' they own pictures, then they crop me in But I will remain where the top begins 'Cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am not a girl that could ever be defined I am not fly, I am levitation I represent an entire generation I hear the criticism loud and clear That is how I know that the time is near See we become alive in the time of fear And I ain't got no motherfuckin' time to spare Cry my eyes out for days upon days Such a heavy burden placed upon me But when you go hard, your nays become yays Yankee stadium with Jays and Kanyes I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly Get ready for it Get ready for it Get ready for it I came to win Get ready for it Get ready for it Get ready for it I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly

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LLC

LLC by Nicki Minaj

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me I feel like I'm King Kong, name still going ding-dong It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard, but don't think long Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit You thought you'd get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin' you? Took a lil' break, but I'm back to me Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory? They'll never toe to toe on a track with me There'll never be another one after me 'Cause the skill level still just a half of me Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me All these low IQ hoes baffle me Tell 'em that I wash bitches take a bath for me Bunch 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 Appétit Used to get real hype off a half a mil' Used to get real high off a half a pill We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit, uh See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like 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 that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha, uh) Yo, you made me do it, hoe, I told you, get low (Told you get low) I'm popping tens, but they gotta be yellow I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (O.K. 'Melo) I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche? How you supposed to make the quota when you never went North? How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport? All that hoopin' and hollerin', still ain't scorin' on the court (Rrrr) You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha) 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 the really though, gas I pumped them Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him Pushed past being filthy rich, ask I trumped them 'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest era, era Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah, Farrah Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (Woah) Now carry on, 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 that bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me (guy to me) On blood, you made me, you made me You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha)

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The Crying Game

The Crying Game by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Jessie Ware)

73 ContributorsTranslationsDeutschThe Crying Game Lyrics Here we go again, it's the game we love Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs Hit you with the Ace of Spade in your face and shrugged Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs We was just plannin' a wedding, Caucasian doves You was just tellin' your mans that you hate the clubs Now we in the crying game, heart laced with slugs Are you alone? Do you need someone? Is it too late to talk? Did I wait too long? Thousand words don't change a thing Is it only three, three words that you're missing? Where'd you go? Couldn't see, I was too busy Could've just said no, where would you go? I think I know Oh-oh, oh-oh We're back to playing, we're back to playing Oh-oh, oh-oh We're back to playing the crying game I could've given everything Don't wanna let the tears begin We're back to playing the crying game I could've given everything Don't wanna let the tears begin We're back to playing the crying game See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Welcome to the crying game, where you lose your soul Where it ain't no E-Z Pass, you gotta use the toll Ain't no cruise control, you 'bout to lose control Ain't no smilin' faces here, we slammin' doors and dishes Sayin' we don't miss each other, but it's all fictitious Sayin' that we had enough, but enough of what? Another slap to the face, another uppercut I'm just abusive by nature, not 'cause I hate ya Not 'cause I wanna get someone to imitate ya I know it's hard, I know I intimidate ya But is you stayin' or goin'? I couldn't breathe and you ain't even know it How come you never show it? All this love you speak of All I want is to love and be loved (To love and be loved) I'm losin' a thing I thought I'd win And I'm comin' undone 'Cause the tears don't end Where'd you go? Couldn't see, I was too busy Could've just said no, where would you go? I think I know Oh-oh, oh-oh We're back to playing, we're back to playing Oh-oh, oh-oh We're back to playing the crying game I could've given everything (Everything) Don't wanna let the tears begin (Everything) We're back to playing the crying game I could've given everything Don't wanna let the tears begin We're back to playing the crying game Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh

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Rich Sex

Rich Sex by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Lil Wayne)

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 $250 on my arm I like money more than dick, nigga, that's a fact You think pussy's everything? Well, let's have a chat A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga Who gon' Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch nigga? I'ma help him fuck 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 said, "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, B.I.G.'s bitch" (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck (Rich sex) Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up (Rich sex) Go to DR, get that fat transfer (Rich sex) It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome (Ri-Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Lil mama said she only fuckin' on a rich dick I cum in her face and tell her, "Now you lookin' rich, bitch" Her friend in the other room, can I get a witness? We could have some rich sex, cannot have no rich kids Facts, all my bitches have no limits Fucked her in a helicopter, now she screamin', "Sky's the limit" Fuck her in a 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 fuck on the money 'fore we count that, that's some rich shit Pussy smell like money when I'm down there, that some Nic shit (Real rich nigga sex) If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck (Rich sex) Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up (Rich sex) Go to DR, get that fat transfer (Rich sex) It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome (Ri-Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin' (Rich sex) Rich who? Got bricks, too The rich get richer, that's my ritual Rich crew, link my bitch, too Mack took the Wraith, me and Tune flew 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, haha Woo! Haha, ahh-haha, ahh! You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie? Haha (Next stop: New York) Hahaha, rrrrr!

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Bed of Lies

Bed of Lies by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Skylar Grey)

95 ContributorsBed of Lies Lyrics Oh-oh-oh, yeah Do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better than to look in your eyes (In your eyes) They only pretend you would be mine And, oh, how you made me believe (Oh) You had me caught in every web that you weaved But do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies You could never make eye contact Everything you got was based off of my contacts You a fraud but I'ma remain icon-stat Balenciagas on my boots with a python strap You was caught up in the rush and you was caught up in the thrill of it You was with me way before I hit a quarter mil' in it Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it I was killin' it, now you got me poppin' pills in it I told Baby hit you, I said, "This nigga buggin'" 'Cause I was doin' it for us, I told 'em fuck the public Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplatin' overdosin' No more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn But there was something that I shoulda asked all along I'ma ask on the song Do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies And I knew better than to look in your eyes (In your eyes) They only pretend you would be mine And, oh, how you made me believe (Oh) You had me caught in every web that you weaved But do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes You'd remember our connection and be freed from the lies I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace But there was just a blank stare and I couldn't relate I just couldn't understand and I couldn't defend What we had, what we shared, and I couldn't pretend When the tears rolled down, it's like you ain't even notice 'em If you had a heart, I was hopin' that you would show it some What the fuck you really tellin' me? What you tellin' me? I could tell you lyin', get the fuck out, don't yell at me I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't wanna catch a felony This ain't How To Be A Player, you ain't Bill Bellamy They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn But there was something that I shoulda asked all along I'ma ask on the song So does she know I've been in that bed before? (Bed before) A thousand count and not a single thread of truth If I was just another girl (Just another girl) Then I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you There's one thing I need to know So call me when you're not so busy Just thinkin' of yourself (Thinkin' of yourself) Do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies (Bed) And I knew better than to look in your eyes (In your eyes) They only pretend you would be mine And, oh, how you made me believe (Oh) You had me caught in every web that you weaved But do you ever think of me when you lie? (When you lie) Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies

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Hard White

Hard White by Nicki Minaj

Work hard, just to get half back Used to work hard, just to get half back Now I'm gettin' to it that way (Straight up, straight up) I ain't coming through unless the bag straight I used to work hard just to get half back Used to work hard, just to get half back Ayo, just last week I told 'em to pick a side I bust shots, don't duck if it don't apply Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride Sike, made you look, I still didn't pick a guy I'm the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarrassed 'Cause they know I'm the queen, I still didn't pick an heiress Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest? You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki What I drop on this watch? I don't know, about a hundred-fifty I'm who they wishin' to be These hoes is on the 'Gram, Nicki pitchin' 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 See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Work hard, just to get half back Used to work hard, just to get half back Now I'm gettin' to it that way (Straight up, straight up) I ain't coming through unless the bag straight I used to work hard just to get half back Used to work hard, just to get half back Ayo, just last week I told 'em they run done My legacy could never be undone I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun I'm the billy, billy goat, the GOAT, the GOAT's here Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier Lagerfeld customize my gold chair I run the point, you bitches just go cheer Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told 'em knock it off Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off Put my crown on again, and I'ma knock it off Anything with Nicki in it, they gon' pocket off I mean profit off, my plug drop it off You see them copyin' my hair, tell 'em, "Chop it off" Uh, bad gyal whip, the top is off You nuh see him downgrade when mi 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) 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

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Get On Your Knees

Get On Your Knees by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Ariana Grande)

81 ContributorsGet On Your Knees Lyrics Mmmh Rrrrrr! Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (On your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please Baby, just say pretty please (Pretty please) Yo, I'll be back at eleven You just act like a peasant Got-got a bow on my panties Because my ass is a present Yeah-yeah, it's gooder than Meagan You look good when you're beggin' I-I be laughing when you beggin' me To just put the head in L-let me sit on your face It's ok, you can play with it When I'm bouncin' it, chill out And don't you make a mistake with it L-let me see what you're workin' with If I'm ridin', I'm murkin' it Slow grindin', I'm twerkin' it, yeah I bagged him, I Birkin'd it See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet Ooh, gettin' all emotional You gotta beg for it, beg for it I wanna see you lookin' up Baby, I'ma need you to beg Beg, beg for it Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (On your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please Baby, just say pretty please (Pretty please) G-g-g-g-gimme brain Assume the position Make-make-make me way smarter Like you was a magician Paid my dues and tuition It's good for your nutrition Get head like a beautician Got me twitchin', finish your mission (Finish your mission) You make it come down Y-y-y-you make it run down I'ma need you to give these other dudes the rundown You got that legendary This shit is fake, scary Got me seein' them fireworks, I'm on my Kate Perry (Ah) I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet Ooh, gettin' all emotional You gotta beg for it, beg for it I wanna see you lookin' up Baby, I'ma need you to beg (I'ma need you to beg) Beg, beg for it (Let's go) 'Cause we are just animals (Animals) Baby, it's primal (It's primal) I want you on all fours (All fours) And before I let you walk You gotta show me how you crawl If you want it all (Yeah, you want it all?) It's non-negotiable So do as I say (I say) If you wanna get the job You better know who's the boss (Yeah) I don't need a dozen roses You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no I don't need a pretty poet Ooh, gettin' all emotional You gotta beg for it, beg for it (Beg for it) I wanna see you lookin' up (Lookin' up) Baby, I'ma need you to beg Beg, beg for it Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees Baby, just get on your knees (On your knees) Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please Baby, just say pretty please (Pretty please)

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MEGATRON

MEGATRON by Nicki Minaj

97 ContributorsMEGATRON Lyrics Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta They call me Megatron, just did a telethon He got Margielas on, and I get my jealous on I fuck him like I miss him, he just came out of prison Bitches be talkin' shit, but they ain't got a pot to piss in My name is Nicki M, I'm in a sticky Benz That mean it's candy apple red, I'm Barbie, this is Ken That is a Fendi fact, I'm with a hunnid macs Oh, this is custom made, Donatella sent me that Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta They call me Megatron, shorty's a mega con It ain't about the race either, it's the marathon I put the squeeze on him, th-throw up the Bs on him Th-that ass clappin' on the D, Hercules on him My name is baddie, baddie, I keep it tight for zaddy He keep it comin', comin', he ain't even drop the Addy Trunk in the front-front, I need a blunt-blunt I own my own moscato, bitch, we gettin' drunk-drunk Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Brra-ta-ta-ta Bite me, bite me, that excite me He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be) If you eatin' it, do it precisely 'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey (Yup, it might be, yup, it might be) He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be) M-my pussy, m-my pussy (Yup, it might be) 'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Feel up, baby, feel on me Pull up if you're feeling lonely Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' It's better when I'm drinkin' I tune up when I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm- Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm Brra-ta-ta-ta Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin' Rum, rum when I'm-

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Red Ruby Da Sleeze

Red Ruby Da Sleeze by Nicki Minaj

Queen Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis Anyway, 你好 (你好, uh-oh) Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh) I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh) Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr) Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire" I'm the A, B side Seven-hundred on them horses when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh) But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh) (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr) Hundred rounds on that grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah" He want the bad gyal sleeze like that Why I'm a tease like that? Ill, na-na-na-na-na-na-na He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh) Why I'm a freak like that? Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast (Uh-oh, uh-oh) That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Dorito—bitches mad that they nachos Shoutout my vatos Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, click, click) All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes Big truck but I'm alone like Post, though (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr) These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like, "Uh-oh" Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle Ya fuckin' bozo That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go Super fakks, that's word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat 'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss? Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth See the difference is: I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh) If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is? I'll have staff roll up, like, "What the business is?" (Uh-oh, uh-oh) Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses? Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me And he know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah If you want me to stay I'll never leave If you want me to stay We'll always be If you want me to stay Love endlessly If you want me to stay

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Regret In Your Tears

Regret In Your Tears by Nicki Minaj

I just wanted memories with you Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Look at you now, stuck in the background Silence right now sounds so loud Tried to let you go, you come back 'round Look at you now, stuck in the background Two seats in my two seater-er-er Used to pull off on me, leave me hur-urt Tryna front, but I know you do your dir-irt Not nice, boy you know you do your dirt Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Baby now you know you got nerve I know you just wanna be heard I'm a bad bitch, you ain't used to that You gon' fuck around and make me do you bad Used to creep, creep, with you through the back I count up the cash and bring you the bag I count up the racks like Serena Plus I got that ass like Selena And you know nah-nah-nah-nah-nah, not a bitch That's gon' care, care, hold you down and love you like this Drop down, turn around, baby show you like this Won't find another one to ride it like a soldier like this Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Yeah, and they say big girls don't cry Baby, I cried The real ones don't lie Baby, you lied I don't know what to do with you Baby, now I'm through with you 'Cause you don't even know what you just lost You don't even know what you just had You don't even know, and that's what's bad Money bag long, that bitch bad Used to lay up in them sheets, they were snow white Now you spendin' cold nights You've been in the wrong so long You don't even know right Call my line, call my line, I'm like, "Please, boy" You just need to leave, boy I ain't got time for you Just once, do somethin' for me, boy Regret in your tears, know you taste 'em 'Cause you know I don't chase, I replace 'em Don't rush, take time, take some I just wanted memories, tried to make some with you You Now I gotta erase some with you You Tried to make some with you, you With you, you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you I tried to make some with you, baby Make some with you Two pickney, mi woulda make some with you You said you would save me You said you would save me Hahahaha, rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ohhhh, woooh

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I Am Your Leader

I Am Your Leader by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Cam'ron & Rick Ross)

Uh, look, sucker, this my gun butt-uh Street fighter, bitches, this the up-cut-uh Nunchuk-uh, no time to duck-uh Sign of the cross, 'cause this is her last supper Play wit' me, check who came wit' me I bought a couple nines, plus the Ks with me I breeze through Queens to check some bad bitches I stunt so hard, assess the damages 'Cause this that "Oh," this is that "Oh" And yes, I body bitches, go get the bandages Y-Y-Y-Young Yummy, fuck you got for me? I hate a phony bitch that front that chum-chummy I'm me, top shotta, drop the top, top-uh Big fat pussy wit' a icy watch I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You not a believer, suck a big dick Yo, when I fly, it's one letter and one number You wack hoes could get hot for one summer After that, the Queen'll still reign here I'm Santa Claus to these hoes without a reindeer Saint Nick, Ross, hey, Rick I just got a toy, cost eight fifty Now I'm in the hood, niggas is gettin' woodies Hit up Hot Topic, Nicki Minaj hoodies I-I-I-I-I'm a brand, bitch, I'm a brand Go to Harlem and get Cam It's Dipset, get your dick wet Boarded a big jet and got a big check Now you tell me, who the fuck is winnin'? I'm on my Russell Simmon, Nicki denim, Nicki linen Kyuh See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I am your leader (Uh), yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick Jealous niggas is gossip, watch me tie up my laces (Ugh) Bitches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces Eight digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet (Woo) Seven figures on watches; I told my mama I made it (Ha-ha) Made a deal for my project; just give me ten mil', I'm gravy (Gravy) I went back to the projects, in two mil of Mercedes I get head from your lady; have her bill me later I'm old school with the hustle, just gave Rihanna my pager Heartbreak hotel, I'm in the A-Rod suite Rolls Royce wood, I'm talking playoff seats Know that boy busy balling, I like to play all week Monday night with the RAW, I’m Vince McMahon with a beat Power-slamming them hammers, I get you handled for free (Uh) So where the fuck is her manners? She give me brain while I tweet DM, in the BM, you "cm"; you bucket, you love it (I am your leader, yes, I am your leader) (You're not a believer, suck a big dick) Motherfuckers on my dick, suck it I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick Ugh, see the car is European But got imported from Tokyo (It did) Looking like a shark The nose, call it Pinocchio (No lie) Well off, wealthy, LV logo (Uh-huh) Middle of July, but the wrist on snow-flow (Swish!) Only do the Aspens Y'all can have the Poconos (Y'all can have that) I'm Sonny, and you my son (Calogero) Ride the whip, five on the hip Live with the pies, got nine for the flip High with a bitch, she cry for the dick Oh my, know why? I'm fly as it gets Now I need a Aspirin; she said, "You're only Cameron" Girlfriend, you don't know Cameron from nowhere So don't go tampering (Watch ya mouth) You're just a nail, I hammer (Yup!) 'Nother girl that's on my camera (Yup!) My name, you cannot slander at all Girl, watch your manners (Yup!) She run and tell her mother, "I think I love him, Nana." Because you sat upon my lap? Nah! I ain't Santa (Nope!) They call me "Pied Piper," OJ no glove I knife her (I am your leader, yes, I am your leader) Never been a lifer, even do Rikers (You're not a believer, suck a big dick) Why would I fight? I don’t even like her I-I-I-I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick I-I-I-I am your leader, yes, I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big dick

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I Lied

I Lied by Nicki Minaj

80 ContributorsI Lied Lyrics Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh I lied, I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart Even though I said I didn’t love you (Love you, love you) I lied, I lied Even though I said I didn’t need you I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh Even though I said, "Don’t touch me" (Touch me, touch me) I lied, I lied I can’t fall for you, can’t give my all to you Can’t let you think that I'ma let the game stall for you Gotta protect me, you gotta sweat me You said you thought you was ready and I said, "Let’s see" But I ain’t mean that, I need some fuckin' proof 'Cause what happens if I fall in love then you cut me loose? You just a heartbreaker, won’t let you break mine 'Cause I’ll be smashin' windows and cuttin' them brake lines See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like I lied 'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you Who knows? Who knows? So, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh Even though I said, "Fuck you" (Fuck you, fuck you) I lied, I lied I thought eventually, you would let me go That was my insecurities and my ego Missed my jump shot, missed my free throw Miss the way we kiss, miss the D, yo Man, it was good while it lasted That shit wasn’t real, it was magic If it was a record, it woulda been classic But fuck you though, orgasmic (Orgasmic) I guess this what I gotta do to keep me from fallin', stallin' the truth Who knew what you’d do if I let you in? My mama ain't raised no fool, I I'm not your usual, typical type Who would protect me if I never hide? Fallin' so fast, I'm afraid of you So I lied I lied, I lied To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh, whoa I lied, ooh, baby Ooh 'Cause who knew that if I let myself go with you (Ooh) It’s over now, goodbye, love (Ah, oh) You’ll stay, you’ll stay in my heart (You'll stay in my heart) forever

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Roman Holiday

Roman Holiday by Nicki Minaj

Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday You done, you tight? You suck at life? You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice Worship the queen and you might could pass Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali You, you bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes bugging, repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister 'Cause my flow's so sick, and I'm a lunatic And this can't be cured with no Elixir 'Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do I done put the pressure to every thug I knew Quack, quack to a duck and a chicken too Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday Bitch, twitch! Bitch, motherfucking right, this is World War Six This right here might make a bitch die And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry And if we being honest, I am such a great guy And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under No them bitches ain't eating, they dying of hunger Motherfucker, I me, who the fuck is this hoe? And yes, maybe just a touch of Tourette's Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my beret Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant I am Roman Zolanski Talking 'bout me, you talking about me? I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZ's They want the outline, I give them a goatee Goddamn, motherfucker, you talking about me? I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZ's A-buh-buh-buh now give then a goatee Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break from your silencing There's so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday Roman holiday, a Roman holiday

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Right By My Side

Right By My Side by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Chris Brown)

67 ContributorsRight By My Side Lyrics (Go!) It all comes down to this I miss your mornin' kiss I won't lie, I'm feelin' it You're gone now and I'm missin' it I'm so dumb, I must admit It's too much to hold it in I can't say no more than this I just hope your heart hear me now Gotta let you know how I'm feelin' You own my heart, he just rentin' Don't turn away, pay attention I'm pourin' out my heart, oh, boy I (Yeah, yeah) I'm not livin' life I'm not livin' right (No, no, no) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' life (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' right (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, right, yeah) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, yeah-yeah) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Let's meet at our favorite spot You know the one right around the block From the nice place that you love to shop Can you get away? Girl, just sit down, let's talk it out One-on-one, without a crowd I wanna hold your hand, make you laugh again I need to be near you Gotta let you know how I'm feelin' You own my heart and she's just rentin' Don't turn away, pay attention I'm pourin' out my heart, girl I I'm not livin' life I'm not livin' right No, I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' life (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' right (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) I can't eat, I, I, I, I I can't sleep, I, I, I, I What I need, I, I, I, I Is you right by my side, I I can't eat, I, I, I, I (You) I can't sleep, I, I, I, I What I need, I, I, I, I Is you right by my side, I (Yeah-yeah, yeah) It, it, it-it-it, it ain't your spit game, it's your dick game That got me walkin' 'round ready to wear your big chain I only argue with him when the Lakers on Other than that, I'm gettin' my Marc Jacobs on But my pussy game so cold that he always seem to come back 'Cause he know that it be a wrap when I'm ridin' it from the back Wait, oh, let me see your phone 'cause all them bitches is ratchet And don't let me get in my truck 'cause all them bitches'll catch it Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wa-Wait, damn, there I go again I be trippin', I be flippin', I be so belligerent Man, the shit that we be fightin' over so irrelevant I don't even remember, though I was probably hella bent (Yeah, let's go, let's go) I (Yeah-yeah) I'm not livin' life (I'm not livin' life) I'm not livin' right (Oh, baby) I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (No, no, no, no) Said I I'm not livin' life (Oh, yeah) I'm not livin' right (I'm not livin', ooh, I'm not livin') I'm not livin' if you're not by my side, oh-oh (Ooh, baby, no, no) I (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Life (Li-Li-Li-Life, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) Right (Gonna be here, no, no, woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh) If you're not by my side, oh-oh (Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh, na-na-na-na, baby) I can't eat, I, I, I, I I can't sleep, I, I, I, I (Yeah, I can't eat) What I need, I, I, I, I (I can't sleep) Is you right by my side, I (I can't sleep, baby, ooh)

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Your Love

Your Love by Nicki Minaj

89 ContributorsYour Love Lyrics Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Uh) Your love, your love (Uh, yo) He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym And he keep a do-rag, keep the wave on swim W-w-waves on swim so they hate on him Anyway, I think I met him sometime before In a different life or where I record I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve But my vision ends with the apple on the tree "S" on my chest 'cause I'm ready to save him Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him When he call me "mama, lil' mama," I call him "baby" See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love (Mmhmm) Your love, your love (Yo, yo) He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb' Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam I mean that nigga must be from the motherland Anyway, I think I met him in the sky When I was a Geisha, he was a Samurai Somehow, I understood him when he spoke Thai Never spoke lies and he never broke fly "S" on my chest, let me get my cape on He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon Convict just like Akon 'Cause you know the snitches be putting the jake on Shorty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) And for your loving, I'ma die hard like Bruce Willis (Ba, ba-da, da, doh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store (Ah) and I'm a toddler (Ah) You got me wanting more and m-m-more of Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love (Yeah) Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love Your love, your love Find me in the dark I'll be in the stars Find me in your heart I'm in need of your love Your love, your love Your love Baby, you're the illest Your love Your love

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Good Form (Remix)

Good Form (Remix) by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Lil Wayne)

65 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsGood Form (Remix) Lyrics Ear Drummers Mhm, Young Money, uh huh, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, mhm Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up You see a bad bitch coming 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!) Ooh, 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 Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like See, a bitch got more coins than a game room So we ain't ever hatin' in TheShadeRoom See, I keep my sons in a playroom So me and you ain't ever in the same room I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And when he eat the cookie he got good form He know I don't never 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 for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him 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 La Renta, 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 (Woo!) Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!) Ooh, 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 keypad Before you suck me off, get a knee pad See, I pull the strings like a tea bag I'm prolly with my jeweler playin' freeze tag I tell him eat the cookie 'cause it's good for him And when he eat the cookie, he got good form He know I don't never 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 for him Come on, come on, come on I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him Come on Barbie, (Yes?) I think you gnarly (Ooh) I think you fly, these other bitches just larvae (Haha) When you make that ass jump like my heartbeat And if you let me eat the pussy, then it's shark week "Hello, may I speak to Tunechi?" May I ask who's callin'? Everybody got the juice without a glass to pour it I want my cake and eat it, too, and after that, I'm starving I feel like Adam, but I'm 'bout to eat a apple on you, uh Rollie on the right side, now y'all on my time Please get off my dick before it turn into a pipe bomb Eyes lookin' like I'm somewhere outta Taiwan Faded as fuck as always, hi mom Look dude, I'll stomp your ass out in my good shoes Be my foot stool Told my lawyer don't call me 'less it's good news Then my phone started ringing off the hook, snooze, brrr 'Cause I be the baddie, B Young Money, it's a army He ain't into toys, but he fuck with the Barbie It's the president, Monica what they call me Nicki the ninja, Nicki the boss, Nicki the harajuku, ah Remix, baby Mula Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Big Daddy

Big Daddy by Nicki Minaj (Ft. Meek Mill)

57 ContributorsBig Daddy Lyrics You hear that right there? That sound like, but that 300 thousand nigga I'm triple OG in my hood These hoes call me big daddy Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Standin' on the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth Most of these niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first Now these bitches gon' get this work I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?" My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work You niggas so lame that my bitches won't fuck unless you cut a check first See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Pulled up in something that look like a million nigga put me up on Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginóbili, you bitches get D'ed up on You mad at me? Go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on He copped me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game I might have to take him on tour just to fuck in Australia, Brisbane Your time is ticking, you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid You bitches ain't stupid, is you? Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying Get this bitch a tissue For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue? Still on top, pretty bitch gang Pussy still tight, pistol still bang Yo nigga call me big mama Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him Your bitch call me big daddy Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch Nigga I go and get the big daddy Pick a bitch up in the big daddy Big face Rollie that's a big daddy Got your bitch calling me big daddy When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy Nigga I'm big daddy

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Trini Dem Girls

Trini Dem Girls by Nicki Minaj (Ft. LunchMoney Lewis)

74 ContributorsTranslationsPortuguêsTrini Dem Girls Lyrics Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Yo, he in love with a ghetto girl He said he want a piece like Metta World Pat, pat on the kitty cat He don't mess with them regulars He tryna kick it like a ninja He tryna stick it like syringes He don't ever play the benches So I'ma let him touch it if he playin' with some inches I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Put it in his face like a cop badge He wanna pound it like a hashtag He gon' have to get the wash rag If he shoot it up, I'ma bust back Them island girls is the baddest (Mmm) American girls run the planet (Mmm) South African, European, Asian, Australian and my Canadian girls I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum All the bad boys try to push up on me (Hey) He want a bad girl to come and spend his money (Hey) He say it taste good, just like honey (Hey) He in love with a girl from the islands inna di miniskirt flow I know that you want it, I see that you watchin' You love when I wine it (Ayy) You know that I'm sexy, I hope that you ready To come here and get it Weh di hot gyal dem? (Woah) Brixton girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Queens dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Trini dem girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Jamaican girls, dem a pat the pum pum Dem a wine up dem waist, dem a pat the pum pum Ayy, ayy, ayy

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The Pinkprint Freestyle

The Pinkprint Freestyle by Nicki Minaj

I'm talkin' 'bout my brand and you talkin' 'bout your brands The difference is a lot of MMMMMMMMMMs to your couple hundred grand Young Money! Shout out to Lil Wayne for signing a lil chick from Queens New York City Young ma, it's the female Jay I'm a brand accordin' to what retail say Yeah my tours be sellin' out on presale day Plus I got the title queen stream, press replay Testified for my nigga to the DA's face One time for this super old PA case I'm still schoolin' bitches like GA State And I'ma still ball, call me T.D. Jakes Bars for years, niggas thought I did a bid I'm draggin' these hoes like Harambe did the kid Shut the club down, it was poppin' then we slid I call my pussy liquor, I ain't talkin' 'bout a swig But if you thirsty, I own a sangria Shout out to Fox Brown, I don't mean Pam Grier I got a sign that say "Lames can't hang here" Bats eyelashes, blank stare He be like, "You came?," I be like, "You came?" He say my ride game smoother than a Muslanne Every time they count me out I be like, "You sane?" Bitch I come back like Jordan in his flu game Every time I shoot it, it be all net I give him ostrich, that mean all neck Anything he need, I got on deck And go to sleep playin' with his ballsack See Nicki Minaj LiveGet tickets as low as $78You might also like Hahahah... Aaaaah! Rrrrrr... They wanna know my recipe They know I ball like the niggas at the ES-PYs Strung out on the pussy so I call her Crystal Methanine Shorty tryna give me brain like telepathy Ayo Sinceré, get Chanel bags Got a bitch lookin' like Chanel ads Chillin' out in dem Beverly Hill pads I gave bitches time but they still mad Si, está loco If my bitch don't like you, yo tampoco Me Dorothy and you Toto Now put some marshmallows in my cocoa Mmm.. Tastes good... Hahah... Yo, don't ever talk about Nicki in the past-tense Unless I fly pass that ass in a fast Bent' Fuck outta here you dumb bitch You know I'm pretty, and I'm witty, and I'm dumb rich You throw shade, but I sun bitch And now you know what I'ma say, you my son, bitch Yikes, yikes, yikes, yikes... Keep me rollin', Juice.. Hold on, hold on, keep me rollin' Juiiiiice.. Like I ain't make all these bitches want a fat ass at some point Hahahahahaaaaa Like I ain't make these bitches rock pink hair at some point! Hahahahah! Rrrrr! Oh my God! Wait, God is good Lemme, lemme testify, God is good Shoutout to my fans, I love y'all so much too I miss y'all so much too Ooouuu! Hahaha Ooouuu! Uh! Like I ain't make a lot of bitches start spitting metaphors and all of that Mm, queen back... Uh, uh, uh, uh ,uh Turn it up, turn it up in my ear, Juice Mm, okay, uh, hahahaha, uh This is only for my bad bitches, okay Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Uh, uh, uh I fly like paper, I get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name I got visas in my name, I got visas in my name If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name Th-this is my reign, que-queen is my name You, dutty gyal, nuh dare in my lane Watch unu mouth, wa-watch what unu say This is my game, so watch how unu play M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M-M-M-M.I.A., I-I-I make bitches go M.I.A M.I.A., M.I.A., I make bitches go M.I.A Rrrr Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin Ting-a-ling a ling, dancehall it swing DJ head stuck up when dem hear boom riddim Ting-a-ling a ling, schoolbell it ring Knife and fork ah fight fi dumplin I'm talkin' 'bout my brand and you talkin' 'bout your brands The difference is a lot of MMMMMMMMMMs to your couple hundred grand Mm, c'mon! Kyuh