Yo, I had to reinvent, I put the V in vent
I put the heat in vents, man I been competin' since
I look beyond what people sayin', and I see intent
Then I just sit back and decipher, what they really meant
Cherish these nights, cherish these people
Life is a movie, but there will never be a sequel
And I'm good with that, as long as I'm peaceful
As long as 7 years from now, I'm taking my daughter to preschool
Cherish these days, man do they go quick
Just yesterday, I swear it was o' six
Ten years ago, that's when you proposed
I look down, yes I suppose
All things go, all things go
All things go, all things go
I feel one minute, yeah we got it then it's gone
While we keep waiting for a moment to live for
So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong
Cause I'mma ride I'm with you still the night is young
We keep goin', we go, we go, we go
We wake back up and do it all again
We know, we know, say f*ck the world, we ridin' 'til the end
When all is said and done, look at what we've become
I just want you to know that I did it for you
I lost my little cousin to a senseless act of violence
His sister said, he wanted to stay with me, but I didn't invite him
Why didn't he ask, or am I just buggin'?
Cause since I got fame, they don't act the same
Even though they know, that I love 'em
Family ties, broken before me, niggas tryna kill him, he ain't even call me
And that's the reflection of me, yes I get it, I get it, it was all me
I pop a pill and remember the look in his eyes, the last day he saw me
All things go, all things go
All things go, all things go
I feel one minute, yeah we got it then it's gone
While we keep waiting for a moment to live for
So can't nobody ever tell me that I'm wrong
Cause I'mma ride I'm with you still the night is young
We keep goin', we go, we go, we go
We wake back up and do it all again
We know, we know, say f*ck the world, we ridin' 'til the end
When all is said and done, look at what we've become
I just want you to know that I did it for you
Let me make this clear I'm not difficult, I'm just about my business
I'm not into fake industry parties, and fake agendas
Rock with people for how they make me feel not what they give me
Even the ones that hurt me the most, I still show forgiveness
I love my mother more than life itself, and that's a fact
I'd give it all, if somehow, I could just rekindle that
She never understands, why I'm so overprotective
The more I work, the more I feel like, somehow they're neglected
I want 'Caiah to go to college, just to say "We did it!"
My child with Aaron, would've been sixteen, any minute
So in some ways I feel like 'Caiah, is the both of them
It's like he's 'Caiah's little angel, looking over him
And I know Jelani will always love me, and I'll always love him
And I'm just his little sister not Nicki Minaj when I'm around him
Yeah we did it, let's leave this imprint
Just finished writing, this is the Pinkprint
All things go, all things go
All things go, all things go
Nicki Minaj - The Pinkprint Album Lyrics
Nicki Minaj - The Pinkprint Lyrics
Writer: ALLEN RITTER, ANDERSON HERNANDEZ, ESTHER DEAN, MATTHEW SAMUELS, ONIKA MARAJ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
I Lied
[Intro:]
Ooh ooh ooh [4x]
I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart
[Verse 1:]
Even though I said I didn't love you I lied I lied
Even though I said I didn't need you I lied I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
Even though I said don't touch me I lied, I lied
I can't fall for you, can't give my all to you
Can't let you think that Imma let the game stall for you
Gotta protect me you gotta sweat me
You said you thought you was ready and I said let's see
But I ain't mean that, I need some f*cking proof
'Cause what happens if I fall in love then you cut me loose
You just a heart breaker won't let you break mine
'Cause I'll be smashing windows and cutting them break lines
[Hook:]
I lied
'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you
Who knows, who knows, so I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
[Verse 2:]
Even though I said f*ck you, I lied, I lied
I thought eventually you would let me go
That was my insecurities and my ego
Missed my jump shot missed my free throw
Miss the way we kiss, miss the D yo
Man it was good while it lasted
That shit wasn't real it was magic
If it was a record it would have been classic
But f*ck you though, orgasmic
[Bridge:]
I guess this is what I gotta do to keep me from falling
Stalling the truth, who knew what you'd do if I let you in
My mama ain't raised no fool, I
I'm not your usual typical type
Who would protect me if I never hide?
Falling so fast I am afraid of you
[Outro:]
So I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
I lied, ooh baby, oh
'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you
(It's over now... Goodbye now...)
(You stay in my arms... Forever..
Ooh ooh ooh [4x]
I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart
[Verse 1:]
Even though I said I didn't love you I lied I lied
Even though I said I didn't need you I lied I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
Even though I said don't touch me I lied, I lied
I can't fall for you, can't give my all to you
Can't let you think that Imma let the game stall for you
Gotta protect me you gotta sweat me
You said you thought you was ready and I said let's see
But I ain't mean that, I need some f*cking proof
'Cause what happens if I fall in love then you cut me loose
You just a heart breaker won't let you break mine
'Cause I'll be smashing windows and cutting them break lines
[Hook:]
I lied
'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you
Who knows, who knows, so I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
[Verse 2:]
Even though I said f*ck you, I lied, I lied
I thought eventually you would let me go
That was my insecurities and my ego
Missed my jump shot missed my free throw
Miss the way we kiss, miss the D yo
Man it was good while it lasted
That shit wasn't real it was magic
If it was a record it would have been classic
But f*ck you though, orgasmic
[Bridge:]
I guess this is what I gotta do to keep me from falling
Stalling the truth, who knew what you'd do if I let you in
My mama ain't raised no fool, I
I'm not your usual typical type
Who would protect me if I never hide?
Falling so fast I am afraid of you
[Outro:]
So I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
I lied, ooh baby, oh
'Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you
(It's over now... Goodbye now...)
(You stay in my arms... Forever..
Writer: MARCUS BELL, MICHAEL WILLIAMS, NICKI MINAJ, ESTER DEAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
The Crying Game
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Here we go again, it's the game we love
Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs
Hit you with the Ace of Spades and your face is shrugged
Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs
We was just planning a wedding, Caucasian doves
You was just tellin' your mans, that you hate the clubs
Now we in the crying game, heart laced with slugs
[Bridge 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Are you alone? Do you need someone?
Is it too late to talk? Did I wait too long?
Thousand words don't change a thing
Is it only three? Three words that you're missing?
[Pre-Chorus - Jessie Ware:]
Where did you go? Couldn't see
I was too busy
Could've just said no
Where would you go? I think I know
[Chorus - Jessie Ware:]
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
We're back to playing
We're back to playing
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
We're back to playing
The crying game
[Post-Chorus x2 - Jessie Ware:]
I could've given everything
Don't wanna let the tears begin
We're back to playing
The crying game
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Welcome to the crying game where you lose your soul
Where it ain't no easy pass, you got to use the toll
Ain't no cruise control, you 'bout to lose control
Ain't no smilin' faces here, we slammin' doors and dishes
Sayin' we don't miss each other, but it's all fictitious
Sayin' that we had enough, but enough of what?
Another slap to the face, another uppercut
I'm just abusive by nature, not cause I hate ya
Not cause I wanna get someone to imitate ya
I know it's hard, I know I intimidate ya
But is you stayin' or goin'?
I couldn't breathe and you ain't even know it
How come you never show it?
All this love you speak of
All I want is to love and be loved
(To love and be loved)
[Bridge 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'm losin' a thing I thought I'd win
And I'm coming undone
Cause the tears don't end
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x2]
[Outro - Jessie Ware:]
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
Here we go again, it's the game we love
Sheets all over the floor and they laced with drugs
You ain't play your cards right, you had the Ace of Clubs
Hit you with the Ace of Spades and your face is shrugged
Blood drippin' out your arm on my Asian rugs
We was just planning a wedding, Caucasian doves
You was just tellin' your mans, that you hate the clubs
Now we in the crying game, heart laced with slugs
[Bridge 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Are you alone? Do you need someone?
Is it too late to talk? Did I wait too long?
Thousand words don't change a thing
Is it only three? Three words that you're missing?
[Pre-Chorus - Jessie Ware:]
Where did you go? Couldn't see
I was too busy
Could've just said no
Where would you go? I think I know
[Chorus - Jessie Ware:]
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
We're back to playing
We're back to playing
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
We're back to playing
The crying game
[Post-Chorus x2 - Jessie Ware:]
I could've given everything
Don't wanna let the tears begin
We're back to playing
The crying game
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Welcome to the crying game where you lose your soul
Where it ain't no easy pass, you got to use the toll
Ain't no cruise control, you 'bout to lose control
Ain't no smilin' faces here, we slammin' doors and dishes
Sayin' we don't miss each other, but it's all fictitious
Sayin' that we had enough, but enough of what?
Another slap to the face, another uppercut
I'm just abusive by nature, not cause I hate ya
Not cause I wanna get someone to imitate ya
I know it's hard, I know I intimidate ya
But is you stayin' or goin'?
I couldn't breathe and you ain't even know it
How come you never show it?
All this love you speak of
All I want is to love and be loved
(To love and be loved)
[Bridge 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'm losin' a thing I thought I'd win
And I'm coming undone
Cause the tears don't end
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x2]
[Outro - Jessie Ware:]
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
Who-o-o-o-o-o, who-o-o-o-o-o
Writer: JESSICA WARE, ANDREW WANSEL, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ, STEPHEN JEFFREY MOSTYN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Get On Your Knees
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please
I'll be back at eleven, you just act like a peasant
Got a bow on my panties because my ass is a present
Yeah it's gooder than Meagan, you look good when you're beggin'
I be laughing when you beggin' me, to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face, it's ok you can play with it
When I'm bouncin' it, chill out and don't you make a mistake with it
Let me see what you're workin' with, if you're ridin', I'm murkin' it
Slow grindin', I'm twerkin' it, yeah I bagged him, I Birkin'd it
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please (pretty please)
Gimme brain, assume the position
Make me way smarter like you was a magician
Paid my dues and tuition, it's good for your nutrition
Good head like a beautician, got me twitchin', finish your mission
Finish your mission, you make it come down, make it run down
I'ma need you to give these other dudes the run down
You got that legendary, this shit is fake, scary
Got me seein' them fireworks, I'm on my Kate Perry
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it (I need you to beg) (let's go)
'Cause we are just animals
Baby it's primal
I want you on all fours
And before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl
If you want it all
It's non negotiable
So do as I say (I say)
If you wanna get the job, you better know who's the boss
(Yeah)
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it (beg for it)
I wanna see you lookin' up (lookin' up)
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please (pretty please)
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please
I'll be back at eleven, you just act like a peasant
Got a bow on my panties because my ass is a present
Yeah it's gooder than Meagan, you look good when you're beggin'
I be laughing when you beggin' me, to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face, it's ok you can play with it
When I'm bouncin' it, chill out and don't you make a mistake with it
Let me see what you're workin' with, if you're ridin', I'm murkin' it
Slow grindin', I'm twerkin' it, yeah I bagged him, I Birkin'd it
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please (pretty please)
Gimme brain, assume the position
Make me way smarter like you was a magician
Paid my dues and tuition, it's good for your nutrition
Good head like a beautician, got me twitchin', finish your mission
Finish your mission, you make it come down, make it run down
I'ma need you to give these other dudes the run down
You got that legendary, this shit is fake, scary
Got me seein' them fireworks, I'm on my Kate Perry
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it (I need you to beg) (let's go)
'Cause we are just animals
Baby it's primal
I want you on all fours
And before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl
If you want it all
It's non negotiable
So do as I say (I say)
If you wanna get the job, you better know who's the boss
(Yeah)
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine me, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Ooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it (beg for it)
I wanna see you lookin' up (lookin' up)
Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees (on your knees)
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby just say pretty please (pretty please)
Writer: Katy Perry, Lukasz Gottwald, Chloe Angelides, Nicki Minaj, Sarah Hudson, Jacob Kasher Hindlin, Henry Russell Walter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Feeling Myself
Yo B, they ready
Let's go
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world stop
Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh)
Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say, "Yeah nigga you right"
He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe"
I say, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego
Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off
Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby hold up
I can heal your migraine
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin'
You bitches will never get what I be earnin'
I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on top 40
I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap
Who is the queen and things of that
Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a lazer
Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's
Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
You like it don't you? Snitches
Young Money
Let's go
Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
Wax on? Wax off
National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world stop
Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh)
Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say, "Yeah nigga you right"
He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe"
I say, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego
Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego
Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off
Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby hold up
I can heal your migraine
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don't never be learnin'
You bitches will never get what I be earnin'
I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
Ain't gotta rely on top 40
I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap
Who is the queen and things of that
Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a lazer
Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's
Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
You like it don't you? Snitches
Young Money
Writer: Shakur Thomas, Odis Flores, Chauncey A. Hollis, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Nicki Minaj, Solana I Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Only
[Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'll be back at 11, you just act like a peasant
Got a bow on my panties because my ass is a present
Yeah, it's gooder than Meagan, you look good when you're beggin'
I be laughing when you begging me to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face, it's OK you could play with it
When I'm bouncing it chill out and don't you make a mistake with it
Let me see what you're workin' with, If I'm ridin', I'm murkin' it
Slow grindin', I'm twerkin' it, yeah, I bagged him, I Birkin'd it
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Gimme brain, assume the position
Make me way smarter like you was a magician
Paid my dues and tuition, it's good for your nutrition
Good head like a beautician, got me twitchin', finish your mission
You make me cum down, make it run down
I'ma need you to give these other dudes the run down
You got that legendary, this shit is freak, scary
Got me seein' them fireworks, I'm on my Kate Perry
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Bridge - Ariana Grande:]
Cause we are just animals
Baby, it's primal
I want you on all fours
And before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl
If you want it all
It's non negotiable
So do as I say
If you wanna get the job, you better know who's the boss
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'll be back at 11, you just act like a peasant
Got a bow on my panties because my ass is a present
Yeah, it's gooder than Meagan, you look good when you're beggin'
I be laughing when you begging me to just put the head in
Let me sit on your face, it's OK you could play with it
When I'm bouncing it chill out and don't you make a mistake with it
Let me see what you're workin' with, If I'm ridin', I'm murkin' it
Slow grindin', I'm twerkin' it, yeah, I bagged him, I Birkin'd it
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Gimme brain, assume the position
Make me way smarter like you was a magician
Paid my dues and tuition, it's good for your nutrition
Good head like a beautician, got me twitchin', finish your mission
You make me cum down, make it run down
I'ma need you to give these other dudes the run down
You got that legendary, this shit is freak, scary
Got me seein' them fireworks, I'm on my Kate Perry
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Bridge - Ariana Grande:]
Cause we are just animals
Baby, it's primal
I want you on all fours
And before I let you walk, you gotta show me how you crawl
If you want it all
It's non negotiable
So do as I say
If you wanna get the job, you better know who's the boss
[Pre-Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
I don't need a dozen roses
You ain't gotta wine and dine, no
I don't need a pretty poet
Oooh, gettin' all emotional
You gotta beg for it, beg for it
I wanna see you lookin' up
Baby, I'ma need you to beg for it
[Chorus - Ariana Grande:]
Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees
Baby, just get on your knees
Say pretty please, say pretty please, say pretty please
Baby, just say pretty please
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Jeremy Coleman, Nicki Minaj, Aubrey Drake Graham, Lukasz Gottwald, Henry Russell Walter, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Want Some More
[Hook - Jeremih:]
Want some more
Want some more
Even though a nigga been getting to it
Want some more
(Still want some more)
Want some more
Want some more
Every time I end up getting to it
Want some more
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj:]
When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
I know that I'm getting it, but f*ck it cause I
(Want some more)
When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
Every time I end up getting it
(Want some more)
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'm in this bitch, I'm getting money
One minute they hate me then they love me
Ain't got nothing for me, these dudes is funny
That's why I'm throwing shade like it's sunny
Who had Eminem on the first album?
Who had Kanye saying "She a problem"?
Who the f*ck came in the game made her own cologne?
Who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million?
Why the f*ck I gotta say it, though?
You niggas don't know it yet?
Football touchdown on the Boeing jet
You my son, but I'm just not showing yet
Miss Icy, but it ain't snowing yet
You can tell I'm the illest cause my dividend is the biggest
Bitches ain't sitting with us, all my niggas in Margielas (Oh!)
Is pigs flying? Is these bitches trying me?
They think it's sweet? Oh, these bitches got diabetes!
You seen that list? It was me, Baby, Jay Z and Diddy
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
(Yo, Yo)
I'm in this bitch I'm hassadiddy
I popped a Perc and I said "thank you"
I'm popping tags everyday, it look like my B-Day
These bitches suck, so I nick name these bitches BJ
They want that union,they want that D. Wade
I tell a ho "just be happy they getting leeway"
My name Barbie, bitch (My name Barbie, bitch)
Alexander, made me Queen
I'm pulling up with the King, I'm late to my own party, bitch
Want it, I get it, I don't be wanting for nothing
I mean, I do what I do and it must be counting for something
I don't be jumping from topic to topic, stay in my pocket
I got your rent in my pocket, so can I pay you to pop it?
Cash money, getting six albums
No bitch niggas want to bitch out
You niggas apologize and a nigga diss you?
That's a big problem
[Hook]
[Chorus]
Want some more
Want some more
Even though a nigga been getting to it
Want some more
(Still want some more)
Want some more
Want some more
Every time I end up getting to it
Want some more
[Chorus - Nicki Minaj:]
When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
I know that I'm getting it, but f*ck it cause I
(Want some more)
When they start talking crazy that's when I know that they
(Want some more)
Every time I end up getting it
(Want some more)
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
I'm in this bitch, I'm getting money
One minute they hate me then they love me
Ain't got nothing for me, these dudes is funny
That's why I'm throwing shade like it's sunny
Who had Eminem on the first album?
Who had Kanye saying "She a problem"?
Who the f*ck came in the game made her own cologne?
Who made Lil Wayne give 'em five million?
Why the f*ck I gotta say it, though?
You niggas don't know it yet?
Football touchdown on the Boeing jet
You my son, but I'm just not showing yet
Miss Icy, but it ain't snowing yet
You can tell I'm the illest cause my dividend is the biggest
Bitches ain't sitting with us, all my niggas in Margielas (Oh!)
Is pigs flying? Is these bitches trying me?
They think it's sweet? Oh, these bitches got diabetes!
You seen that list? It was me, Baby, Jay Z and Diddy
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
(Yo, Yo)
I'm in this bitch I'm hassadiddy
I popped a Perc and I said "thank you"
I'm popping tags everyday, it look like my B-Day
These bitches suck, so I nick name these bitches BJ
They want that union,they want that D. Wade
I tell a ho "just be happy they getting leeway"
My name Barbie, bitch (My name Barbie, bitch)
Alexander, made me Queen
I'm pulling up with the King, I'm late to my own party, bitch
Want it, I get it, I don't be wanting for nothing
I mean, I do what I do and it must be counting for something
I don't be jumping from topic to topic, stay in my pocket
I got your rent in my pocket, so can I pay you to pop it?
Cash money, getting six albums
No bitch niggas want to bitch out
You niggas apologize and a nigga diss you?
That's a big problem
[Hook]
[Chorus]
Writer: CHRISTIAN WARD, NICKI MINAJ, LELAND TYLER WAYNE, XAVIER DOTSON, JEREMIH FELTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
Four Door Aventador
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f*cking heavy
I'ma f*ck around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
It's just me and Young Yucka, taking suckers
For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips
Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip
Keys to the nigga's safe, put it under my tits
He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
These civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me
Yo, matter of fact, I think I'ma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me
I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us
I make 'em change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
I'm getting acting money
You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny
I'ma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
Cock back, red octagon, stop that
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God's son, I can see they study Makaveli
Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm f*cking heavy
I'ma f*ck around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary"
But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
It's just me and Young Yucka, taking suckers
For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips
Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip
Keys to the nigga's safe, put it under my tits
He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
These civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
I'm in the V like a widow's peak
It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me
Yo, matter of fact, I think I'ma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don't know, it's just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent it me
I'm in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us
I make 'em change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
I'm getting acting money
You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny
I'ma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
Cock back, red octagon, stop that
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy
Writer: Asabe Ighile, Onika Maraj, Parker Ighile
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Ultra Tunes, BMG Rights Management
Buy A Heart
[Verse 1 - Meek Mill:]
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Cause I don't use the shit anyway
But okay, I guess it's my fault
Westside shorty, with an eastside nigga
They say it's levels to this shit, I'm a G5 nigga
And every city I be in, you know she fly with us
It's like Hov got Bey, it's like Bey got Jigga
Really though let me take y'all back
'09, double R drop top with the top down
Pulled up, double parked, hopped out, tried to spit my game
It didn't work, got shot down
But I can tell by the bag, by the wrist, by the ring on that
Somebody had it on lockdown
The moral of the story not to speak on that
She on the team, shorty mine now
And we don't ever ever ever make love
And we don't ever ever ever say "love"
Unless I'm all up in it, she tellin' me she love that D on that, I don't ever say uh
Bad bitch, ain't nothin' made up
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy
The heart from a real one from Philly reppin' that north side?
[Hook - Meek Mill & (Nicki Minaj):]
Anybody? Anybody?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
(Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy trust)
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Rahmeek, I'mma have to tell the truth if I speak
Unless you want to play, you ain't say this the other day
You said you was in love, and I still didn't budge
Cause I already seen how you be going in when you be in them clubs
(I'm not even sure if this is right but, it feels good)
I could tell you was analyzing me, I could tell you was criticizing me
I could tell you was fantasizing that you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I wasn't looking for love I was looking for a buzz
So at times I would lie and say I'm busy, yo
Cause its too much, and its too clutch
Who wants rumors of the two of us
But when you're away I can't get you out of my mind
But what if I met the one and your wasting your time
But you waited
[Hook]
[Outro - Nicki Minaj:]
Its a heart for sale who's buying
I don't care who's crying
Its trust for sale who's buying
I don't care who's lying
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody wanna buy a heart?
Cause I don't use the shit anyway
But okay, I guess it's my fault
Westside shorty, with an eastside nigga
They say it's levels to this shit, I'm a G5 nigga
And every city I be in, you know she fly with us
It's like Hov got Bey, it's like Bey got Jigga
Really though let me take y'all back
'09, double R drop top with the top down
Pulled up, double parked, hopped out, tried to spit my game
It didn't work, got shot down
But I can tell by the bag, by the wrist, by the ring on that
Somebody had it on lockdown
The moral of the story not to speak on that
She on the team, shorty mine now
And we don't ever ever ever make love
And we don't ever ever ever say "love"
Unless I'm all up in it, she tellin' me she love that D on that, I don't ever say uh
Bad bitch, ain't nothin' made up
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy
The heart from a real one from Philly reppin' that north side?
[Hook - Meek Mill & (Nicki Minaj):]
Anybody? Anybody?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
(Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy trust)
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy a heart?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy?
Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy love?
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Rahmeek, I'mma have to tell the truth if I speak
Unless you want to play, you ain't say this the other day
You said you was in love, and I still didn't budge
Cause I already seen how you be going in when you be in them clubs
(I'm not even sure if this is right but, it feels good)
I could tell you was analyzing me, I could tell you was criticizing me
I could tell you was fantasizing that you would come slide in me and confide in me
He could tell that I was wifey material
He was liking my style in my videos
I wasn't looking for love I was looking for a buzz
So at times I would lie and say I'm busy, yo
Cause its too much, and its too clutch
Who wants rumors of the two of us
But when you're away I can't get you out of my mind
But what if I met the one and your wasting your time
But you waited
[Hook]
[Outro - Nicki Minaj:]
Its a heart for sale who's buying
I don't care who's crying
Its trust for sale who's buying
I don't care who's lying
Writer: KERRY BROTHERS JR., AUBREY GRAHAM, ALICIA AUGELLO-COOK, EDWIN JANTUNEN, ONIKA MARAJ, ROBERT WILLIAMS, CHRISTIAN WARD, NOAH SHEBIB, ARMOND REDMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Trini Dem Girls
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 1 - Nicki MInaj:]
Yo, he in love with a ghetto girl
He said he want a piece like Metta World
Pat, pat on the kitty cat
He don't mess with them... regulars
He tryna kick it like a ninja
He tryna stick it like syringes
He don't ever play the benches
So I'm a let him touch it if he playin with some inches
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Put it in his face like a cop badge
He wanna pound it like a hashtag
He gon have to get the wash rag
If he shoot it up, I'm gonna bust back
Them island girls is the baddest
American girls run the planet
South African, European, Asian, Australian, and my Canadian Girls
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 3 - Nicki Minaj:]
(Hey)
All the bad boys try to push up on me (Hey)
He want a bad girl to come and spend his money (Hey)
He say it taste good, just like honey (Hey)
He in love with a girl from the islands
And how the miniskirt flow
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 1 - Nicki MInaj:]
Yo, he in love with a ghetto girl
He said he want a piece like Metta World
Pat, pat on the kitty cat
He don't mess with them... regulars
He tryna kick it like a ninja
He tryna stick it like syringes
He don't ever play the benches
So I'm a let him touch it if he playin with some inches
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:]
Put it in his face like a cop badge
He wanna pound it like a hashtag
He gon have to get the wash rag
If he shoot it up, I'm gonna bust back
Them island girls is the baddest
American girls run the planet
South African, European, Asian, Australian, and my Canadian Girls
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
[Verse 3 - Nicki Minaj:]
(Hey)
All the bad boys try to push up on me (Hey)
He want a bad girl to come and spend his money (Hey)
He say it taste good, just like honey (Hey)
He in love with a girl from the islands
And how the miniskirt flow
[Post-Verse - Nicki Minaj:]
I know that you want it
I see that you watching
You love when I whine it
You know that I'm sexy
I hope that you ready
To come here and get it
Weh di hot gyal dem?
[Hook - Lunchmoney Lewis:]
Watch them girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up they waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Queens dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Trini dem girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Jamaican girls, them ah pat the pum pum
Them ah whine up them waist, them ah pat the pum pum
Writer: JEREMY COLEMAN, NICKI MINAJ, LUKASZ GOTTWALD, JACOB KASHER HINDLIN, THERON THOMAS, GAMAL LEWIS, ALEXANDER CASTILLO VASQUEZ, HENRY RUSSELL WALTER
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
The Night Is Still Young
Yo, ayo tonight is the night that I'ma get twisted
Myx Moscato and vodka, I'ma mix it
Roll that spaceship, we about to get lifted
Live in the present, that gift is for the gifted
This what you came, this what you came for
You get what you buy, this what you paid for
So make sure the stars is what you aim for
Make mistakes though
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
Ayo, drinks on you or the drinks is on me
We ain't going nowhere like tanks is on E
We still getting money, which bank is it gonna be?
If he sexy, he planking on me
So when them big boys want all of that
Tell the bartender, say my order back
It's bottle service, he ordered that
Might let him take it home and slaughter that
He got friends for all of my friends
They ain't leaving 'til we say when
And we gon' hangover the next day
But we will remember this day
So drop the pop and get low
Or we can drop the top and just cruise
We fresh to death, down to the shoes
My only motto in life is don't lose
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
So are we
We're just getting started yeah yeah
We're just getting started yeah yeah
Can't you see the night's still early
And we gon' get wild and crazy?
We're just getting started yeah yeah
We're just getting started yeah yeah
Can't you see the night's still early
And we gon' get wild and crazy?
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
So are we
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
Myx Moscato and vodka, I'ma mix it
Roll that spaceship, we about to get lifted
Live in the present, that gift is for the gifted
This what you came, this what you came for
You get what you buy, this what you paid for
So make sure the stars is what you aim for
Make mistakes though
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
Ayo, drinks on you or the drinks is on me
We ain't going nowhere like tanks is on E
We still getting money, which bank is it gonna be?
If he sexy, he planking on me
So when them big boys want all of that
Tell the bartender, say my order back
It's bottle service, he ordered that
Might let him take it home and slaughter that
He got friends for all of my friends
They ain't leaving 'til we say when
And we gon' hangover the next day
But we will remember this day
So drop the pop and get low
Or we can drop the top and just cruise
We fresh to death, down to the shoes
My only motto in life is don't lose
I never worry, life is a journey
I just wanna enjoy the ride
What is the hurry? It's pretty early
It's okay, we'll take our time
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
So are we
We're just getting started yeah yeah
We're just getting started yeah yeah
Can't you see the night's still early
And we gon' get wild and crazy?
We're just getting started yeah yeah
We're just getting started yeah yeah
Can't you see the night's still early
And we gon' get wild and crazy?
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
And so are we
The night is still young
The night is still young
The night is still young
So are we
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
How dare we sit quietly
And watch the world pass us by
Writer: Ester Dean, Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Maraj, Theron Thomas, Henry Walter, Donnie Lewis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Pills N Potions
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
Ayo, they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful
Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful
I'ma keep it movin' be classy and graceful
I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learned that yet
All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet
Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible that they love you
When really they no different from all your rivals
But I still don't wish death on 'em
I just reflect on 'em
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
Yo, people'll love you and support you when it's beneficial
I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue
Soon as you out a niggas' lives is when they start to miss you
They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you
Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you
Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish with you
But I sped off in the Benzy
I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy
So I pop pills for 'em
Cop cribs in the hills on 'em
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
In due time we'll be fine
In due time
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
Ayo, they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doin' wasn't tasteful
Even though you out here lookin' so ungrateful
I'ma keep it movin' be classy and graceful
I told 'em it's no friends in the game, you ain't learned that yet
All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet
Self-righteous and entitled but they swearin' on the Bible that they love you
When really they no different from all your rivals
But I still don't wish death on 'em
I just reflect on 'em
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
Yo, people'll love you and support you when it's beneficial
I'ma forgive, I won't forget, but I'ma dead the issue
Soon as you out a niggas' lives is when they start to miss you
They see you doin' good, now it's kinda hard to diss you
Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you
Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish with you
But I sped off in the Benzy
I see the envy when I'm causin' a frenzy
So I pop pills for 'em
Cop cribs in the hills on 'em
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosin'
Can't stand it but I still love you
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
In due time we'll be fine
In due time
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still lo-o-ove
I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love, I still love
Writer: Ester Dean, Henry Walter, Lucasz Gottwald, Onika Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Bed Of Lies
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And oh how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
You could never make eye contact
Everything you got was based off of my contacts
You a fraud, but I'ma remain icon-stat
Balenciagas on my boots with the python strap
You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it
You was with me way before I hit a quarter mill' in it
Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it
I was killin' it, man, you got me poppin' pills in it
I told Baby hit you, I said this nigga buggin'
'Cause I was doing it for us, I told 'em f*ck the public
Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplating
Overdosin', no more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans
They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
But there was something that I should've asked all along
I'ma ask on the song
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And you know how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes
You'd remember our connection and be freed from the lies
I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace
But there was just a blank stare and I couldn't relate
I just couldn't understand and I couldn't defend
What we had, what we shared, and I couldn't pretend
When the tears roll down it's like you ain't even notice 'em
If you had a heart, I was hoping that you would show it some
What the f*ck you really telling me? What you telling me?
I could tell you lying, get the f*ck out, don't yell at me
I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't wanna catch a felony
This ain't How To Be A Player, you ain't Bill Bellamy
They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
But there was something that I should've asked, all along
I'ma ask on the song
So does she know I've been in that bed before?
A thousand count, and not a single thread of truth
If I was just another girl
Then I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you
There's one thing I need to know
So call me when you're not so busy just thinking of yourself
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And oh how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And oh how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
You could never make eye contact
Everything you got was based off of my contacts
You a fraud, but I'ma remain icon-stat
Balenciagas on my boots with the python strap
You was caught up in the rush, and you was caught up in the thrill of it
You was with me way before I hit a quarter mill' in it
Put you in the crib and you ain't never pay a bill in it
I was killin' it, man, you got me poppin' pills in it
I told Baby hit you, I said this nigga buggin'
'Cause I was doing it for us, I told 'em f*ck the public
Couldn't believe that I was home alone, contemplating
Overdosin', no more coastin', no more toastin' over oceans
They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
But there was something that I should've asked all along
I'ma ask on the song
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And you know how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
I just figured if you saw me, if you looked in my eyes
You'd remember our connection and be freed from the lies
I just figured I was something that you couldn't replace
But there was just a blank stare and I couldn't relate
I just couldn't understand and I couldn't defend
What we had, what we shared, and I couldn't pretend
When the tears roll down it's like you ain't even notice 'em
If you had a heart, I was hoping that you would show it some
What the f*ck you really telling me? What you telling me?
I could tell you lying, get the f*ck out, don't yell at me
I ain't mean to cut you, I ain't wanna catch a felony
This ain't How To Be A Player, you ain't Bill Bellamy
They say you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They say that your darkest hour come before your dawn
But there was something that I should've asked, all along
I'ma ask on the song
So does she know I've been in that bed before?
A thousand count, and not a single thread of truth
If I was just another girl
Then I'm ashamed to say that I'm not over you
There's one thing I need to know
So call me when you're not so busy just thinking of yourself
Do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
And I knew better than to look in your eyes
They only pretend you would be mine
And oh how you made me believe
You had me caught in every web that you weaved
But do you ever think of me when you lie?
Lie down in your bed, your bed of lies
Writer: Alexander Junior Grant, Breyan Stanley Isaac, Daniel A. Johnson, Holly B. Hafermann, Jeremy Michael Coleman, Justin Harleigh Davey, Onika Tanya Maraj, Vinay V. Vyas
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Grand Piano
[Verse 1:]
Am I just a fool?
Blind and stupid for loving you
Am I just a silly girl?
So young and naíve to think you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
(And now the people)
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
[Verse 2:]
Am I queen of fools?
Wrapped up in lies and foolish jewels
What do I see in you?
Maybe I'm addicted to all the things you do
'Cause I keep thinking you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
Am I just a fool?
Blind and stupid for loving you
Am I just a silly girl?
So young and naíve to think you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
(And now the people)
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
[Verse 2:]
Am I queen of fools?
Wrapped up in lies and foolish jewels
What do I see in you?
Maybe I'm addicted to all the things you do
'Cause I keep thinking you were the one who came to take claim of this heart
Cold-hearted, shame you'll remain just a frame in the dark
[Chorus:]
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
The people are talking, the people are saying
That you have been playing my heart like a grand piano
So play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on, play on
Play on, play on
Writer: DANIEL JOHNSON, ESTER DEAN, NICKI MINAJ, PETER MORELAND, WILLIAM ADAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Big Daddy
[Meek Mill:]
You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I'm triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy
When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that's a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I'm big daddy
[Meek Mill:]
Standin' in the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for
Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon' get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?"
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won't f*ck unless you cut a check first
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D'ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid
You bitches ain't stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Still on top, pretty pretty bitch gang
Pussy pussy still tight, pistol pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him
[Hook]
You hear that right there?
That sound like, but that 300 thousand
I'm triple OG in my hood
These hoes call me big daddy
[Hook - Meek Mill:]
Your bitch call me big daddy
Tell that bitch that I'm big daddy
When I hit the lot I don't get the little bitch
Nigga I go and get the big daddy
Pick a bitch up in the big daddy
Big face Rollie that's a big daddy
Got your bitch calling me big daddy
When I pull up all the hoes like big daddy
Nigga I'm big daddy
[Meek Mill:]
Standin' in the corner in some shit that look like I payed like a million for
Blowin' the money I heard that they askin' around town what he really worth
My niggas be really broke I went the Hardaway boy had a penny first
Now these bitches gon' get this work
I tell her keep on them heels and that mini skirt
She Google my net worth, lookin' like "what is his neck worth?"
My shooters, they shoot at your head, like the rim just to see if the net work
I land in Miami then fly out to Cali with some of my best work
You niggas so lame that my bitches won't f*ck unless you cut a check first
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Pulled up in something that look like a million, nigga put me up on
Ain't gotta sell it, but he say the pussy a drug that he re-up on
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobli you bitches get D'ed up on
You mad at me go get mad at your nigga 'fore I put my sneakers on
He cop me this wrist game, now it's just us at the Knicks game
I might have to take him on tour just to f*ck in Australia, Brisbane
Your time is ticking you bitches will be around shorter than Vine vids
You watch your mouth or my niggas will shoot up the club like what Shyne did
[Hook]
[Nicki Minaj:]
Bitches ain't stupid, you bitches ain't stupid
You bitches ain't stupid, is you?
Front like she tough but that bitch keep on crying
Get this bitch a tissue
For what it's worth when I took him I could tell he would never miss you
I ain't even wanna diss you, but tell me what is this bitch issue?
[Nicki Minaj:]
Still on top, pretty pretty bitch gang
Pussy pussy still tight, pistol pistol still bang
Yo nigga call me big mama
Let him eat the pussy then I dip on him
[Hook]
Writer: BROCK F. KORSAN, DAVEON LAMONT JACKSON, JOHN EARL JULIAN, ROBERT RIHMEEK WILLIAMS, RONALD N. LA TOUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Shanghai
[Hook:]
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I'm a run around with them real niggas
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
[Verse 1:]
8 mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't f*cking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
Their shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ask Jay who he married, 80 thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie, got them aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
All of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a deposit
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dicks up
These niggas don't make a mix-up, tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up
Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up, (tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up)
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave niggas, they get real bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I'm a run around with them real niggas
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
Roll upon ya, rull upon ya
[Verse 1:]
8 mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't f*cking with you bitch niggas, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them two's out, all sixes like school's out
Niggas know when they talk slick that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
Their shit ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute-a
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba
[Hook]
[Verse 2:]
Ask Jay who he married, 80 thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie, got them aggy
These bitches is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time or that Mayweather like Floyd's out
All of these bitches in pocket, I'm 'bout to make a deposit
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dicks up
These niggas don't make a mix-up, tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up
Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up, (tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up)
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
Writer: CHRISTIAN WARD, DESHAWN KENNEDY, IRVIN WHITLOW, NICKI MINAJ, ROBERT SAMPLE, STEPHEN HACKER, STEVEN PUGH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, SHELLY BAY MUSIC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC
Win Again
[Verse 1:]
I came out looking to party, and now I'm owning that building
You bitches can't get my spot until I start raising some children
These bitches all in they feelings, can't f*ck with Nicki they know it
They know that Nicki a poet, pop me a bottle of Moet
They said I couldn't, but I did it though
Tell 'em I still got that hour glass figure though
Can't stop me, don't watch me, you better just watch your nigga ho
I'm in that big boy, I am in beast mode
Beast make that G code
Bitches ain't got drive, these bitches gone get repo'd
I am a monster, this is ambition
This the type of car that you keep a bad bitch in
[Pre-Chorus:]
Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition
They want me to come and help them but I am not a magician
I'm on them fo-fours I'm tipping, you better move out my way
I am not here to play, Pinkprint can't be delayed
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo, cause I came out, '09 when promoters brought Wayne out
Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out
I been bad, like cutting school, and staying out
I been hotter then vacationing, and laying out
I sat back, and watched how it was playing out
They diss me, but running and took the same route
Uh, but no, they not Nicki, wrist on Ice and yes my wrist Bricky
If I leave, the game will miss Nicki, not a website booking, money, this says 50
Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy
This shit ain't got no more integrity
Don't write they raps, and plus they flow shitty
Don't make me expose you bitch, I'm too busy
Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already
(Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already)
[Pre-Chorus:]
Soon as I came in I told them that I would become the greatest
Muhammad Ali all these bitches, and that can't be debated
I never chicken'd, I skated, I know they mad that I made
All this money I made, all my bitches is laid
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Outro:]
So good, so real, so good, yeah
I'm a win again, I'm a win again
I'm Meryl Streep to all these bitches, they can't do what I do
Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I be like, "Why you?"
Yeah, I know that they mad, but I'm a shit on my critics some more
I am...
I am...
I am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way
They know I am a champion, no, champions do, it's all champions do
I came out looking to party, and now I'm owning that building
You bitches can't get my spot until I start raising some children
These bitches all in they feelings, can't f*ck with Nicki they know it
They know that Nicki a poet, pop me a bottle of Moet
They said I couldn't, but I did it though
Tell 'em I still got that hour glass figure though
Can't stop me, don't watch me, you better just watch your nigga ho
I'm in that big boy, I am in beast mode
Beast make that G code
Bitches ain't got drive, these bitches gone get repo'd
I am a monster, this is ambition
This the type of car that you keep a bad bitch in
[Pre-Chorus:]
Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition
They want me to come and help them but I am not a magician
I'm on them fo-fours I'm tipping, you better move out my way
I am not here to play, Pinkprint can't be delayed
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Verse 2:]
Yo, yo, cause I came out, '09 when promoters brought Wayne out
Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out
I been bad, like cutting school, and staying out
I been hotter then vacationing, and laying out
I sat back, and watched how it was playing out
They diss me, but running and took the same route
Uh, but no, they not Nicki, wrist on Ice and yes my wrist Bricky
If I leave, the game will miss Nicki, not a website booking, money, this says 50
Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy
This shit ain't got no more integrity
Don't write they raps, and plus they flow shitty
Don't make me expose you bitch, I'm too busy
Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already
(Hoped on the Bridge-y, New York City
Nicki Still the queen, Niggas already)
[Pre-Chorus:]
Soon as I came in I told them that I would become the greatest
Muhammad Ali all these bitches, and that can't be debated
I never chicken'd, I skated, I know they mad that I made
All this money I made, all my bitches is laid
[Chorus:]
Cause I win again, cause I win again, and I win again, and I win again,
And I win again, and I win again, and I win again, yeah I win again
Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid
Go against me, then you made a mistake
[Outro:]
So good, so real, so good, yeah
I'm a win again, I'm a win again
I'm Meryl Streep to all these bitches, they can't do what I do
Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I be like, "Why you?"
Yeah, I know that they mad, but I'm a shit on my critics some more
I am...
I am...
I am still gonna do, what he sent me to do
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way,
That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way
They know I am a champion, no, champions do, it's all champions do
Writer: LASANNA HARRIS, NICKI MINAJ, SHAMA JOSEPH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Mona Lisa
You make me, you make me, ooh
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two f*cks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
I don't wanna fight but, I'll f*ck around and shoot you
I don't wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will f*ck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two f*cks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
I don't wanna fight but, I'll f*ck around and shoot you
I don't wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will f*ck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
Writer: Andrew James Proctor, Onika Tanya Maraj, Noel Fisher, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Put You In A Room
[Hook x2:]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to f*ck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my f*cking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to f*ck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be f*cking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't f*ck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherf*ckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me
[Verse 1:]
Every time I come to f*ck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my f*cking corner for real?
Oh, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2:]
Every time I try to f*ck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be f*cking with them other niggas
I know you ain't them other niggas
I don't f*ck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it, you keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherf*ckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't gonna lie, no I ain't gonna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, Oo-ee, that's his loss, young nigga
[Hook x2]
Writer: RASOOL DIAZ, NOEL FISHER, NICKI MINAJ, ANDRE PROCTOR, BRIAN SOKO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Wamables
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
Nigga ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP
Real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the f*ck you smiling for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack, like the trap
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
I like Percocets
I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga f*ck a sledge
F*ck what they be talkin' bout, f*ck what they allege
I know them bitches gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch
I'm out in Cali, f*ckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man, I ain't f*ckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over f*ck a recess
Playtime been over f*ck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wildin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
Nigga ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP
Real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the f*ck you smiling for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack, like the trap
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
I like Percocets
I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga f*ck a sledge
F*ck what they be talkin' bout, f*ck what they allege
I know them bitches gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge (check)
Box spring cost 25k bitch
I'm out in Cali, f*ckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah man, I ain't f*ckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over f*ck a recess
Playtime been over f*ck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch don't get gassed, like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wildin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (silent)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
Writer: Andrew James Proctor, Brian Soko, Darin Swain, Noel C. Fisher, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rasool Ricardo Diaz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Pinkprint is the third studio album by rapper Nicki Minaj.Minaj co-executive-produced the album alongside Birdman, Lil Wayne and Ronald Williams, with a variety of producers who produced the album's sound.
Looking to depart from the dance-pop elements of her second studio album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded (2012), The Pinkprint is a follow-up record influenced by her traditional hip hop beginnings.
Among best of the decade lists, it landed at 166 on Pitchfork and 60 on Rolling Stone. The album peaked at number two on the US Billboard 200 with 244,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, of which 198,000 were pure sales.
It also charted within the top ten in Canada, Norway, and Sweden, and the top twenty in Australia, Croatia, Finland, and Greece. As of December 2015, the record has sold 682,000 pure copies in the United States, and has since been certified 2× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) by adding streaming and track sales equivalent.
The Pinkprint received a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Album in 2016.
Performed By:
Nicki MinajLooking to depart from the dance-pop elements of her second studio album, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded (2012), The Pinkprint is a follow-up record influenced by her traditional hip hop beginnings.
Among best of the decade lists, it landed at 166 on Pitchfork and 60 on Rolling Stone. The album peaked at number two on the US Billboard 200 with 244,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, of which 198,000 were pure sales.
It also charted within the top ten in Canada, Norway, and Sweden, and the top twenty in Australia, Croatia, Finland, and Greece. As of December 2015, the record has sold 682,000 pure copies in the United States, and has since been certified 2× Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) by adding streaming and track sales equivalent.
The Pinkprint received a Grammy nomination for Best Rap Album in 2016.
Genre(s): Hip hop, pop, R&B
Producer(s): Bangladesh, Blackout Movement, Drew Money, J.R. Rotem, Kane Beatz, Pop & Oak, Skyz Muzik, Swizz Beatz, T-Minus, will.i.am
Released: December 12th, 2014
Year: 2014