[Intro]
Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
[Chorus]
Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (brr)
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you
[Verse 1]
Hmm
Saying used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn’t get concerned ’cause I liked you
But no, no, I can’t hide who you are
I can’t lie, it’s too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars
[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you
[Verse 2]
I know how to flip niggas like you
I get petty and clip niggas like you
Fuck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
So no, no
Feeling’s fading away
I can’t hear what you say
I need more than what you got for me
You got a bad bitch, you won’t stay
[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
You gon’ need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And thats on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you, oh
[Verse 3]
Yo, give up on ’em, I don’t even wanna get up on ’em
And I ain’t tryna work it out
But I’m at the gym on a mat doin’ sits ups on ’em
You let yourself go, you don’t represent O’
So trust me just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You were special, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull and nerve of me too
Come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means them bags stacked high
You ain’t get the drive, my nigga ya pedal stalled
You said you wept uh, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your mattresses but um you the typa player I press eject on
I can’t believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must’ve thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I’m teflon
Pressed on, headstrong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it’s word bond any one of sex icons
If he bust down, I don’t wanna waste my time
Who the fuck you thought you was, tryna stunt on Nick? Should have put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it’s okay, we gon’ keep secrets nigga
‘Cause a true bad bitch ain’t weak or bitter

Now you just giddy
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye? You got a nigga named JAY, now you ‘Yoncé? Pick a K
[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (Mmm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
[Bridge]
See ya, see you
See ya, see you
[Outro]
To my surprise I saw you
To my surprise I knew you were [Verse 1]
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 a 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 giving, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
Gotta be king status to give a man my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh
[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
[Verse 2]
Yo, you can’t wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swissy
One hot video, you hyped? Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae? You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it’s really your passion would you give the world for that? You got about three stacks, now you André?

Honestly, on my odyssey
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
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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
[Chorus]
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 ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, 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
[Verse 2]
I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, “Kiss kiss!”
I’m in that new new De Larenta, tryna land 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
[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Bangin’ body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? [Intro]
Eardrummers
Uh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Uh, yo, hold up, hold up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming, tell yo ass to hold up
I’m in that new new meeting Nunu when I roll up
I told 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
[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Banging body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Honestly, on my odyssey
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
[Pre-Chorus 2]
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
[Chorus]
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 ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, 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 Everybody
Who you gotta see? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see?

Yeah it’s the sweet, I ain’t talking when the dust fall
My winner streaks still hasn’t peaked you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me [?]
G-Force flights, catch me on the runway, yah, yah
[?] in Milan, you see me modeling, ah
Dinner with Car-ar, dinner with Car, like I fuck yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You’re used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America’s Next Top Model, call me, yah, yah
Everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the lead, she still play for Wichita
I [?]
Call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup the swish God? [Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
[?], yuh, uh-huh
You still on my Naomi shit
[?] even the models tip
Weezy, Mac, Baby, Slim
Jay I see you,[?], Taz, Al, [?]
[?], Avery, [?], Katrina, Dave, Garry Josh
[?] Banks
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much A lot of bloods, what you think they in the cut for? [Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
[?]
Pull up with no top
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo I’m me, I’m Barbie dripping
DB9, Barbie whipping
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lying
Bitch I’m the sauce, Barbie dipping
I’m the boss, Barbie sipping
They keep telling working it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissing
Call the stores, Barbie tripping
Out or indoors, baby I’m a floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tipping
I endorse, Barbie stripping
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sitting
By the bing, Barbie tripping
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swinging
To the ring, Barbie blinging
Good box, Zoey call [?] King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies [?] you probably gon’ sew
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinking like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a 22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Thousand dollar massage
I don’t wanna mess my [?]
Anything I like goes in the cart
Imma spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast on the [?]
If she like it imma let her hit off my joint
You know I’m a sport
When I cash out its her favorite part
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tambo
My body is a work of art, he eating this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo
Sandals, white beaches, candles
We sexing, anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for?

I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak
[Part III]
[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah
[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light
[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah [Part I]
[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak
[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together?

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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 embarassed
‘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? 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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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 Uh
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 gonna 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 with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off
Uh, I ain’t never played a hoe position
I ain’t ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin’? I don’t know, about a hundred-fifty
I’m who they wishin’ to be
These hoes is on the ‘Gram, Nicki pitchin’ the ki’
‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo?

(Who?)
We can’t back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?)
Toe tag now (Who? Gala carpet
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
All these hoes stalkin’ (stalkin’)
Shake these haters off me (shake it)
You got a big mouth (big mouth)
Like a gator talkin’ (gator)
Then I take the pot, skrrt, skrrt
Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I’m from New Orleans
Lil’ bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won’t report it (she swear she down)
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt) Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin’ it
You gon’ have to pay your percentage (hey)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
We’ll come get it with interest (go)
Niggas be dissin’ on Twitter and still believin’ they gon’ get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
You know we gon’ handle the business (yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they filed out (yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, pray they don’t turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit ’em up (woo), nigga can’t fight at us
Hit ’em up, really gon’ split ’em up
Diamond gon’, diamond gon’, diamond gon’ bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl eat it up, eat it up
Ain’t nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (snotty)
Welcome to Honcho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil’ money for my niggas, minus it (go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil’ niggas don’t want the violence (no smoke, no smoke)
Migos scrap, issue silence (pshew, pshew, pshew)
It’s a shame, these young niggas drinkin’ Wocky (Wock’, Wock’)
And Quali
Me and Wop, we drinkin’ Act’ at one Follie’s (Guwop!)
They let me in with that Gat, know it’s just…
Designer clothes, flexin’, M.E.T. [Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (yuh)
Lamb talk (yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, Honcho)
[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh
Rag talk (rag)
Bring that cash out (bag)
These bitches ass out (woah)
Who gon’ back down?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man [Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is? We need you here, man, I know you in Miami
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good?

[Intro]:
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
China doll, china white
Assassin in the night
Samurai suicide, I’ll cut you with my knife
[Verse]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel
[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
Murder in eyes, [?]
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry oh
[Bridge]:
My [?] are runny
And my looks so disarming
I’ve got murderous traits
You will never be safe
I can be so damn charming
[Chorus]:
Murder in eyes, checkered tights
Roses in her thighs
She wants to kill, she wants to cry
[Outro]:
Getting money like a kingpin
Never [?] for [?]
Cheated and subjected
Baby tears in her eyes
She want the money, want the money
Playing hard after school
Working honey, working honey
While the world so cruel

If I gotta play right imma be the same height, same time
[?]
Look how god made me, look how god made me
One [?]
Two [?] Mary’s
[?]
Lets get glary
Im not the wife, prefer guns and knifes
If it ain’t precise under candle light
Caramel complexion, mistress of deception
Caramel complexion
[Chorus]:
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by handsome men
Senorita cowboy, shoot down the world boy
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by a handsome man
Senorita cowboy, shoot down the world boy
[Verse 2]:
[?]
Always in the store getting paid for
[?]
Love affair game with the [?]
White roses, white [?] and white lies
White widows, white lips and my eyes
[?], money in the mattress
Shoot, I know you practiced
You was just an actress
I was on the corner talking to my man
He was heading to the [?]
[Chorus]:
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by handsome men
Senorita cowboy, shooting down the world boy
Scars on my wrists, blood on my hands
I’m always thrown out by a handsome man
Senorita cowboy, shooting down the world boy yeah [Verse 1]:
Play fight, don’t you think I play nice?

[Producer Tag]
Dubba A – flex
[Intro]
Drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
Movin’ onto the land where the gate close baby
This is the sound, the sound
[Verse 1]
They say Kentrell gotta baby, he ain’t nothin’ but thirteen
They told me daddy needed love, he couldn’t pay, f*ck what he need
They say that [?] don’t feel love, he so caught in these streets
They say he plottin’ to kill himself because he just wanna leave
Plus he ain’t happy with himself ’cause what he want he can’t keep
He feel like he won’t make it out ’cause his problems too deep
He had a shootout in the south, his friend got hit with that heat
He startin’ to have some crazy thoughts, he put tattoo’s on his sleeve
He got one tatted by his eye, [?] is unique
He swear to never tell no lie ’cause that’s not what he believe
He keep a pistol when he ride but still feel like he gon’ leave
They say that girl not on his side because he gave her her [?]
[Chorus 1]
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
They say he Movin’ onto the land where when the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
They say he Movin’ onto the land where the gate close baby
[Verse 2]
They say his miss just walked in on him, he was playin’ with some fire
They say he mentioned to his nigga he might blow out his mind
Say he been lookin’ real suspicious, they can tell he been cryin’
They say he steady, [?] tellin’ him keep his eye on the time
They hear the headphones on his head playin’ Luther Vandross baby
They read his wallet was written up in [?], he got a dead soul baby
They say he headed onto the land to hear his grandma talk baby
He said they don’t understand who am, they all think I’m goin’ crazy
[Chorus]
They say he headed onto the land where the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close, yeah
[Verse 3]
They say go get that out his hand, he want that porsche with the choppa
They say he took like 7 xan’s, he say he’s helpin’ his problems
He say he cannot trust a girl, he got no love for his momma
And he got used while he was up, he say he back at the bottom
They say his body actin’ up, he don’t want to go to the doctor
They say they see he givin’ up, he don’t want no talk ’bout no dollar
His only trust is for the [?] cause his past gon’ follow
They say this nigga dressin’ crazy, he won’t put down his collar
[Chorus]
They say he headed onto the land where the gate close baby
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close baby
[Outro]
Drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til the pain gone baby
This is the sound
They say he drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til his pain gone baby
I say I’m drawin’ symbols in the sand ’til my pain gone baby
I say I’m headed onto the land where the gate close baby