N/Nicki Minaj/Truffle Butter (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)
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 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying 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 their mood change Like a motherfucker New flow, I got a dozen of 'em I don't trust you, you are undercover I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other 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
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 a 65 million 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, wassup? Is you here right now? You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now? Uhh, do you hear me? I can't let a wet 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 everyday, but I ain't a dentist Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it
Uh, thinkin' out loud I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile LOL to the bank checkin' 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 morning Cause she gonna say "I know" Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet I'll put my leg on the tub Girl, this my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it But bitch you dancing with the stars I ain't nothin' like your last dude, what's his name? Not important I bought some cocaine, you can snort it She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet Suck the white off like 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, Tunech and Barbie You knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
