[Intro: Quavo]
Is she for keeps? Somebody tell.
Is she for keeps? Somebody tell.
[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Is she for keeps?
Oh, is she for keeps?
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she for keeps?
[Verse 1: Quavo]
'Cause I bought her bags and a bangaroo,
And I put them diamonds in them Bengals,
Like the way she take them pictures, it's the angle.
Like the way she keep her business all personal,
You know, you know, you know, you fit me,
You get me, you get me, you get me,
Drop off your old boy, then get with me.
Heard it's slippery, heard it's wet like seaweed,
Moonwalkin on slabs, she live life like Babs,
Nails and hair all long, shoppin' spree in Hong Kong,
Ass fat in her jeans, she don't like to wear thong,
She gon' make you sing this song.
Is she for keeps?
Pour this drink for me,
Smoke this dope for me,
Drive around with me, ayy,
Just for keepsake,
She gon lead the way,
I might fall back and go count up a large bag.
[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Is she for keeps?
Oh, is she for keeps?
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she for keeps?
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Perfect, nobody's perfect,
My body's perfect, bitch, I'm perfect!
Somebody lied, just watch me murk it,
I'ma murk it, bitches my sons, I used a surrogate.
Got 'em hurtin', he know for certain, cop me that Birkin,
Baby nervous, I make 'em nervous, I make 'em nervous,
When them bum bitches in my town, all my real niggas alerted.
He say, «Damn, baby, you bad!» I say, «I commit murders»,
When the block starts to get hot he know I'll hide his burners.
I'm from keeps, I am for keeps, she can't compete,
He ain't stupid enough to lose me to another nigga in them streets.
Ooh, they salty, I know they salty,
Please, say the Barbie, he say, “The Barbie”.
I'm the bad bitch that all the bad bitches fuck with,
She a mad bitch if she ain't fuckin' with me, suck dick!
This piece flooded out cost about a buck six,
Pull up on a bum bitch and be like, “What up, sis?”
Rap bitches is on my nuts, call 'em Chip 'n Dale,
These bitches can't see me, they should all be readin' Braille.
Pull off in that GT with some Seagram's Ginger Ale,
Tell that bitch I'm Oprah, she couldn't even be Gayle!
I'm me, when will these girls ever see
You will never be Nicki, and that's the real key-key!
Ki-ki, ki-ki!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Is she for keeps?
Oh, is she for keeps?
Is she for keeps?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she?
Somebody tell me, is she for keeps?