[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
New York, stand the **** up! (Yeah)
You know whats goin on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga
Touch my crown, these jealous ass niggas
Its only one king, its only one queen, theres two crowns, nigga
Baow, grr (Ayo)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
This week Rari (Rari), next week Lambo (Lambo)
Bitch, Im fly (Fly), I dont land though (Land though)
This they funeral, start the service
Say my name, make em nervous
Uh, you bitches is salty, I give them pressure
Uh, you bitches is salty, pass me the pepper (Pass me the pepper)
Uh, you bitches be jacking, me like the ripper
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell all the flipper
Uh, I know they tea bagging, bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
Lets see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly, and that is what gets me
This shit aint new to me, shit is just new to yall
I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de gras
Brrt, look up, we shootin stars
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches dont come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, Im like, 'Please show up'
When you talk to me, please dont bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin bout a bitch from the streets, grow up
Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Im bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)
Southside Jamaica , we mobbin in Brix, so pull up with the blicks (Blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they dont play with the knicks (Ayo)
That aint Fivio Foreign, its Barbie new foreign, bitch
These Nike, it aint Reebok, we back on that Ewok
Percocets got a detox, firearms gon get restocked
Shooters hittin that g spot, bitches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop, first he gotta give me top (Brrt)
Fendi bag or that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock
Weak niggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop
He was like , 'Who that? She bad,' I was like, 'Oh, thats bestie'
I could be all the way covered and still givin sexy
I know they sleepin on me, bitches got epilsepsy
I dont do coke, little bitch, I dont even do Pepsi, lets see
How you dont like me but tryna do everything like me? That is what gets me
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches dont come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a bitch would spin, Im like, 'Please show up'
When you talk to me, please dont bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin bout a bitch from the streets, grow up
Causeyou the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)
[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
[?] Watch how my shooter could bully you (Watch how my shooter could bully you)
Yeah (Yeah)
That nigga gon kill you as soon as I look at you (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wanna do (I never say what I wanna do)
Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
Im with a baddie, she love the aggression
Im with a demon, he wanna get reckless
Im showin them both and Im teachin em lessons
Now watch how Im moving cause Im the investment
**** her one night and I go and get breakfast
I dont do paperwork or confessions (Nah)
I dont do internet shows or texting (Nah)
Shoot up the party, that send them the message (Bow, bow, bow)
You niggas started us (You niggas started us) (Yeah, yeah)
Bulletproof, was like a guarded truck (Skrrt)
Aint no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)
And she Barbie dolled up (Lil baby)
We see em, we shooting the party up ( Grrt)
We aint squashing shit, dont try to 'Sorry' us (Nah)
I got rich friends and they be riled up (Skrrt)
If they want to, they shooting the [?] up (Bow, bow, bow)
Fivi (Fivi), spazzin (Spazzin)
Two shows (Two shoes), backend
Fendi (Fendi), fashion (Fashion)
Fendi fashion (Fendi fashion ) (Yeah, look, huh)
I put the brains on a napkin, I tell my demons to whack him
My nigga died then that nigga died, I dont even know how it happened
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)
Bitches dont come outside when the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha)
Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these bitches [?])
I wish a bitch would spin, Im like , 'Please show up' (Bow)
When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up
I said we out, you cant breeze with us (Bow)
And my wrist always on ice time , freeze, its up (Bow) (The money)
w ego up