[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo! I never f**ed Wayne, I never f**ed Drake
On my life man, f**’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my a** like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Worried ’bout if my butt fake, worry ’bout y’all n***as, us straight
These girls are my sons, John & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a f** if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too
f** with them real n***as who don’t tell n***as what they up to
Had to show b**hes where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn’t test me, even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad b**hes who I f** with, mad b**hes we don’t f** with
I don’t f** with them chickens, unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell them b**hes blow me: Lance Stephenson
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only
Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only
Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only
I got my real n***as here by my side, only
[Verse 2: Drake]
I never f**ed Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, “god damn, this is the perfect time”
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, lowkey or maybe highkey
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the f** you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh** quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type that wanna s** you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f** with you
The NBA players f** with you
The bad-a** b**hes doing makeup and hair f** with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f** just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only
Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only
Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only
I got my real n***as here by my side, only
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never f**ed Nick’ and that’s f**ed up
If I did f**, she’d be f**ed up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story-teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a b**h up if she waved
They bet’ not f** with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms
This sh** is crazy, my n***a, I been praising, my n***a
That money talk; I just rephrase it, my n***a
Blood gang, take the “B” off behavior, my n***a
For reals, if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
n***a, now you see me, n***a, now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only
Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only
Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only
I got my real n***as here by my side, only