[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign] (O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit) New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah) You know what's goin' on, nigga (Swizzy na bicie, ziomal) Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr) Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj) Touch my crown again, bitch (Bitch-ass niggas) It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga (There's only one king, there's only one queen, nigga) Baow, grr
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Ayo, this week, 'Rari, next week, Lambo Bitch, I'm fly, I don't land though This they funeral, start the service Say my name, make 'em nervous Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper Uh, you bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy Let's see After all of that surgery, you are still ugly Now that is what gets me This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (Brrt) Look up, we shootin' stars
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up But I love the way they mob when we roll up These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up 'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with them blicks Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks (Ayo) That ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch These? Nah, that ain't Reebok We back on that Ewok Percocets, gotta detox Firearms gon' get restocked Shooters hittin' that G-spot Bitches imitate, please stop Suck his dick like a freeze pop First, he gotta give me top (Brrt) Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag more colorful than a peacock Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie" I could be all the way covered and still givin' sexy I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi Let's see How you don't like me but tryna do everything like me? That is what gets me
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign] Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (Get money) Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money) But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha) These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these bitches—) I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Ooh, rockaway) When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up (I'm not playin') 'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)
[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign] Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you I tell my shooter to bully you (Baow, I tell my shooter could bully you) Huh, yeah (Yeah) That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow) Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do (I never say what I wouldn't do) Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah) I don't do internet shows or texting (Nah) Shoot up the party, that's sendin' a message (Baow, baow, baow) Them niggas started us (Them niggas started us, yeah) The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt) Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah) And she Barbied up (Lil' bitch, yeah) If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt) We ain't squashing so don't try to "sorry" us (Nah) I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up (Skrrt) If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (Baow, baow, baowl boom) Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin') Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend) Fendi (Fendi), Fashion (Fashion) Uh, Fendi Fashion (Fendi Fashion) (Yeah, look, huh) I put your brains on a napkin I tell my demons to whack 'em My nigga died, then that nigga died Look, I don't even know how it happened, bitch
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign] Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money) Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money) But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Baow, grrt) (Haha) Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Big dumb, all these bitches—) I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow) (Look up) When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow) (What happened?) I said we out, you can't breeze with us (Baow) And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (Baow) (The money) MmTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
