[Nicki Minaj] I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black magnet 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 He be thinking about me when he whacks off, whacks on? Wax off National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce On The Run Tour, with my mask off
[Beyoncé] 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
[Nicki Minaj] Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right" He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I say "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you"
[Beyoncé] (Moans) Uhn! I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hanky full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that bounce baby
[Beyonce & Nicki Minaj] Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego (Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas) Smokin' all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine (Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas)
[Nicki Minaj] Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho ho, let that ho know -- he in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? You bitches will never get what I be earnin' 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 lazeeeeer... Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless,we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
[Outro: Nicki Minaj] Rrrrrrrrrr! You like it don't you? Snitches! Young MoneyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
