Vocal: Nicky Minaj
Lyrics
p-p-p-p punch line queen, no boxer though
might pull up in a porsche, no boxster though
tell a hater,"yo, don't u got cocks to blow?"
tell em kangaroo nick, i'll box a ho
shoulda said i got vibe in possible
don't go against nicki, impossible
i done came through with my wrist on popsicle
man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle
nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
ur lipstick stain
smells like a cheap hotel
diamond watches and a gold chain
can't make my frown turn around
the boys always spending all their money on luv
the boys always spending all their money on luv
[nicki minaj]
they wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, yeah yeah
dollar, dollar, paper chasin', get that money
yeah yeah
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls,
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope, i don't lose it tonight
ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
lop-sided on the curb so i block the coupes
watch the deuce
man i'm stingy with my cuttie cat diddy, did u
ever really luv me stevie
rrrrrrr
pull up in the
rrrrrrr
wrist on
burrrrr
pussy on
purrrr rrrrr
i don't even brake when i'm backin up
i'll swerve on a nigga if he actin up
i done pushed more sixes then a play date
get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
ur bossed up swag
got em drooling like a new born babe
the dollars in they eyes
got em blinded by a masquerade
the boys always spending all their money on luv
the boys always spending all their money on luv
they wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, yeah yeah
dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
yeah yeah
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope i don't lose it tonight
i put all u bitches on to them good lace fronts
girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
and yes u're pre-mature
ung money to the core
i might give u a ticket so u can come see the tour
oh that's ur new girl?
that's that mid grade
buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
or the razor
yeah the razor
she my son yeah
but i ain't raise her
goose me hater
i get that loose leaf paper
them v-necks be studded
t-rex be gutted
i told em nicki be chillin
ima keep hurting they feelings
because u'll never be jordan
u couldn't even be pimpin
u couldn't even be trippin
u can't afford a vacation
i'm out in haiti with haitians
i go to asia with asians
u mad dusty, u a lil dusty possum
i just come through with the six like my name was blossom
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope i don't lose it tonight
the boys always spending all their money on luv
uh huh, pretty gang, young money, cassie, cassie, cassie
Lyrics
p-p-p-p punch line queen, no boxer though
might pull up in a porsche, no boxster though
tell a hater,"yo, don't u got cocks to blow?"
tell em kangaroo nick, i'll box a ho
shoulda said i got vibe in possible
don't go against nicki, impossible
i done came through with my wrist on popsicle
man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle
nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
ur lipstick stain
smells like a cheap hotel
diamond watches and a gold chain
can't make my frown turn around
the boys always spending all their money on luv
the boys always spending all their money on luv
[nicki minaj]
they wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, yeah yeah
dollar, dollar, paper chasin', get that money
yeah yeah
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls,
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope, i don't lose it tonight
ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
lop-sided on the curb so i block the coupes
watch the deuce
man i'm stingy with my cuttie cat diddy, did u
ever really luv me stevie
rrrrrrr
pull up in the
rrrrrrr
wrist on
burrrrr
pussy on
purrrr rrrrr
i don't even brake when i'm backin up
i'll swerve on a nigga if he actin up
i done pushed more sixes then a play date
get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
ur bossed up swag
got em drooling like a new born babe
the dollars in they eyes
got em blinded by a masquerade
the boys always spending all their money on luv
the boys always spending all their money on luv
they wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, yeah yeah
dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
yeah yeah
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope i don't lose it tonight
i put all u bitches on to them good lace fronts
girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
and yes u're pre-mature
ung money to the core
i might give u a ticket so u can come see the tour
oh that's ur new girl?
that's that mid grade
buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
or the razor
yeah the razor
she my son yeah
but i ain't raise her
goose me hater
i get that loose leaf paper
them v-necks be studded
t-rex be gutted
i told em nicki be chillin
ima keep hurting they feelings
because u'll never be jordan
u couldn't even be pimpin
u couldn't even be trippin
u can't afford a vacation
i'm out in haiti with haitians
i go to asia with asians
u mad dusty, u a lil dusty possum
i just come through with the six like my name was blossom
u get high, fuck a bunch of girls
and then cry on top of the world
i hope u have the time of ur life
i hope i don't lose it tonight
the boys always spending all their money on luv
uh huh, pretty gang, young money, cassie, cassie, cassie
