P-p-p-p punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater,»Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?»
Tell em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Shoulda Said I got vibe in possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chasin', get that money
Yeah yeah
You get high, love a whole bunch of girls,
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope, I don't lose it tonight
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my cuttie cat diddy, did you
ever really love me stevie
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backin up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he actin up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga
Your bossed up swag
Got em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got em blinded by a Masquerade
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
Yeah yeah
You get high, love a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're Pre-Mature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah the Razor
She my son yeah
But I ain't raise her
Goose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded
T-Rex be gutted
I told em Nicki be chillin
Ima keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pimpin
You couldn't even be trippin
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
You get high, love a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie