Its not chipped we're not cracked Oh we're shattered MARIAHHH Ayyy ayyyyy Young Money Nicki Minaj Youre such a BARBIE Yo yo Mariah I was in them million dollar meetings he was cheatin' All up in the church he was sneakin' with the deacon Cats away well the mice will play LOL smiley face have a nice day Cause POP POP POP it goes my rubber band So STOP STOP STOP sniffin' that contraband Cause you was penny pinchin' my accounts laced Attention about face I thought we had something special We had something good But I shoulda had another mechanic under my hood If you see me walking by you Boy don't you even speak Pretend you on the sofa And I'm on the TV You might see me on a poster See me at a show But you won't see me for free Boy this ain't no Promo Actin' all shame now Where ever you been laying You can stay now Gotta board the BBJ and pull the shades down I'm on the plane now And don't keep calling from your mama house When I break I break boy Up out my face boy Up out my face boy Up out my face When I break Up out my face boy Up out my face boy Up out my face When I break You ain't never gonna feel this thing again You gon' get alot of calls Cause I cc'd all your friends I ain't walkin' around all mopey and sad That aint even my bad baby I break when I break I break MARIAHHH So look who's crying now BOO HOO hoo Talking 'bout you missing your BOO hoo hoo Oh no you ain't gettin' it I know you ain't hittin' it No you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it HA HA HA HA HA HA You wonder who im messing with while you ain't next 2 me BYE YE YE YE YE BYE So pay the consequnces cause you actin' all ignorant You ashame now Where ever you been laying You can stay now Gotta board the bbj and pull the shades down I'm on the plane now And don't keep calling from your mama house When I break I Yo stylin' on them big B's Bought the Benz out Elevator press P for the Pent House Top doe's we break like tacos Roscoe's on his knees with snot nose They be like she nexts KA WA SA KI T Rex Give em' some kleenex Match his little V Necks Oh that's what he left Let his mama pick it up Might back up on it VROOM VROOM with the pick up truck That blue and yellow yeah that's the Carmelo Jag I bob and weave em' Hit em' with that Mayweather JAB I get the thumbs up like I'm Hailn a yellow cab My flow nuts like m&ms in the yellow bag MARIAHHH And no super glue can fix this shit when i break i break i break not even a welder and a builder can rebuild this shit when i break i break i break Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylic can fix this when i break i break If we were 2 Lego blocks Even the harvard university Graduating Class of 2010 Couldn't put us back together again When I break boy UP OUT MY FACE BOY UP OUT MY FACE BOY UP OUT MY FACE When I break UP OUT MY FACE BOY UP OUT MY FACE BOY UP OUT MY FACE When I break
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad
[Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Ludacris] [Verse 1] I'm saying my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop Her body won't quit So fool pipe down you ain't talkin bout shit My chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body looking like milk No time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell your chick to go home
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Ludacris] [Verse 2] Now your girl might be sick but my girl sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor She knock a bitch out, and fight Coming out swinging like Tiger Woods' wife Yeah, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up there chests like pasties Couple girl friends and they all a little crazy Coming down the street like a parade, Macy's I fill her up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I aint talkin bout Homer Chick so bad the whole crew wanna bone her
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours
[Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3] Now all these bitches wanna try and be my besty But I take a left and leave them hanging like a testi Trash talk to em then I put em in a hefty Running down a court I'm thuggin on them Lisa Lefty It's going down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in you better hold on to your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playing Freddy (My chick bad) Chef cooking for me, they say my shoe game crazy The mental Asylum looking for me You a rookie to me I'm in dat wam bam purple Lam damn bitch you been a fan
[Ludacris] [Chorus] My chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad My chick hood My chick do stuff dat ya chick wish she could My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my, my chick bad, badder, badder than yours My, my chick bad
[Ludacris] [Outro] And when we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper When we all alone I might just tip her She slides down the pole Like a certified stripper
Ay girl yeah you da business, so what da business Don't be shy, I'm just talkin to you girl Aye ma yo where your man at, I know you got that cause you too fine to be single out here Girl he at home, buthe done fu**ed up I swooped his girl up and what I'm about do to you he'll feel i did him wrong Cause I'm about to have a minajah with his lady and some freaks at the bar who like fu**in with a star.
If you're fu**ing with me Really fu**ing with me you go get some girls and bring them to me if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak be my little freak be my little freak you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak
Hey girl I see you like that you gettin excited you rockin like a pro with it girls by the way you got right on that with the chick you wanted And now you in the corner kissin on a girl I'm about to have a minajay with these here ladies look at those freaks at the bar looking for a star If you're fu**ing with me Really fu**ing with me you go get some girls and bring them to me if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak be my little freak be my little freak you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak
[Nicki Minaj] Excuse me lil mama But you could say I'm on duty I'm lookin for a cutie A real big ol' ghetto booty I really like your kitty cat and if you let me touch her I know you're not a bluffer I'll take you to go see usher I keep a couple hoes like santa I keep a vixon Got that dasher, dancer, prancer, dixon, comet, cupid, donner, blitzen. I'm hotter than 100 degrees A lot of bread no sesame seeds If i'm in yo city I'm signin them Tig-O-bitties I'm plotting on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy The girls want a Minaj yeah they wetter than the rainin Usher buzz me in Everybody loves Raymond
[Usher] If you're fu**ing with me Really fu**ing with me you go get some girls bring them to me if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak be my little freak be my little freak you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak if you fu**in with me Really fu**ing with me you let her put her hands in your pants be my little freak If you're fu**in hey yeah gonna get it girl
[Sean Garrett] We got Tom tom’s over here bigger than a monster Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla We got Tom tom’s over here bigger than a monster Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
[Nicki Minaj] Tom tom like in Lebanon Hotter than in Pakistan Click click click Young Nick the atomic bomb Yeah, see ya then you lick ya tongue, bet that It tastes good getcha some Wicked, got ten bad b-tches We sh sh shut it down Now the club got glitches, dig it? And while you do that GT’s pullin up Yeah, spaceship E.T’s in the cut, yeah Pop a bottle just to get my head right Tell the doctor go and get my med’s right Monster, you know it wouldn’t be proper If we didn’t return with a big rocket launcher
[Sean Garrett - Chorus] Massive attack, mm Massive attack Got the bomb bombs make the whole club go back, eeeh Bend the knees, jig em bring this one back back, eeeh Like a swagger mum, bring on this track, eh Massive attack, mm Massive attack Whats the numba mean, no more say that’s that eh Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun
[Nicki Minaj] So, so hot in here it feels like a jungle (yeah) Me no don’t boys that done been jumble (yeah) One time bust a shot for my champion Girls, tell em guys super size me a combo Kn-kn-know I got the ammo, that’s why I bulletproofed the Lambo In the middle east on a Camo Running through the jungle – Rambo Liberace’s hand go Swinging on a vine, mango (mango) So call me Simba little mama Cause Mufasa couldn’t stop a bitch I fly in on that choppa just to buy Balenciaga It’s just me Mr. Miyagi and the phantom of the opera Goin blocka muthaf-cka Got that big rocketlauncher
[Sean Garrett - Chorus] Massive attack, mm Massive attack Got the bomb bombs make the whole club go back, eeeh Bend the knees, jig em bring this one back back, eeeh Like a swagger mum, bring on this track, eh Massive attack, mm Massive attack Whats the numba mean, no more say that’s that eh Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun
[Nicki Minaj] Detonate in the palms, detonate in the fire The bucket Money make an attire Detonatin my bomb, detonatin them hits Gonna buy out the bar Oh my (oh my) bitches is rich Ya better duck when it comes Better duck cause it’s comin Best believe when you ru-ru-ru-runnin Now tell that bitch that Nicki said this We got Tom Tom’s over here bigger than a monster!
[Sean Garrett] We got Tom tom’s over here bigger than a monster Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla We got Tom tom’s over here bigger than a monster Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
[Sean Garrett - Chorus] Massive attack, mm Massive attack Got the bomb bombs make the whole club go back, eeeh Bend the knees, jig em bring this one back back, eeeh Like a swagger mum, bring on this track, eh Massive attack, mm Massive attack Whats the numba mean, no more say that’s that eh Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun
[Chorus:] You know you really wanna (hey) wanna taste my You know you wanna get a peek, wanna see my You know you wanna put your lips where my hips are
Kiss on my, all over my All the boys think it's cake when they taste my You don't even need a plate, just your face, ha Licky-licky yum-yum, what a great guy Now kiss on my, all over my K-kiss on my, all over my K-k-kiss on my, all over my
[Verse 1:] Feel lights on me everywhere I go Like a little boy up in the candy store C-c-craving to get your hands on Give it up before momma says no I'm a let you get a little closer Even though I ain't supposed to I like it strong when it's longer I'm a little tipsy, play along with me
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:] Pick you glass up you're sipping kinda slow Wanna see just how ya take it down low Hurry up I wanna see a bit more Take it off before momma gets bored I know that you love me long time, yeah You wanna take it for a ride, yeah I'm feeling bad and I like it I'm a little tipsy, play along with me
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:] All the ladies up in the place, it's your turn Give the fellas a little taste, of how it works Let go I know I prolly shouldn't but, uh, I'm feeling good Go I'm a little tipsy, play along with me
[Nicki Minaj:] O-ok guess who got that Mmm-mmm, nani-nani In The Mondrian, Mmm-mmm, in Miami Who's Galiano, whip-whip the Armani When it drip-drip lick-lick like a lolli Or, left from Jamacia, going Farah Cantor[? ] Jimmy Ivine, Tom Wiley, And Le Ore Keep me and Chrissy in Christian Dior But that was before, or be you [? ] My name Nicki little daddy and you You can do anything you put your mind to Way ya French kiss it, Francais parlez vous When you work your tongue, can I hire you
[Chorus]
You wanna taste my You wanna taste my You wanna see my (You ready) All my ladies say If you got a great Let him get a peek If you got a sweet Let me hear you scream But bitches keep it clean
[Verse One - Drake] Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things Niggas with no money act like money isn't everything I'm having a good time, they just trying to ruin it Shout out to the fact that I'm the youngest nigga doing it Cap on, brim bent, Denzel e'ery time She ain't trying to pop that shit for pimp okay well never mind I tried to told you, Drizzy still ain't nothing nice Bracelet saying you should quit, cards saying fuck ya life Okay now we outta here, toodles to you bitches And if you dolled up I got the voodoo for you bitches I'm busy getting rich, I don't want trouble I made enough for two niggas boy stunt double Famous like a drug that I've taken too much But I never ever trip Just peace happiness and love I got money in these jeans, so they fit me kinda snug Plus the game is in my pocket, nigga this is what I does
[Chorus - Drake] I'm about whatever man Fuck what they be talking about They opinion doesn't count We the only thing that matters So we do it how we do it All up in your face, man, I hate to put you through it I be up all night Whole crews in here Cause I don't really know who I'ma lose this year Man I love my team. Man I love my team I would die for these niggas
[Verse Two - Nicki Minaj] Yo, Drizzy sayin' get her I'ma get her I get the kind of money that make a broke bitch bitter I got that kinda... wait wait fixate! Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape? That was just a keep sake Bought the president the Louis presidential briefcase Never been a cheapskate We got the Hawks I ain't talking about the Peach state Man for Petes sake scratch that, sweep stakes Fuck I look like hoe I look like yes and you like no I'm a bad bitch I ain't never been a mixed breed I'm on a diet but I'm doing donuts in a six speed M6 from a M2 I see a lot of rap bitches on a menu But I collect 100 thou at the venue Pop bottles with my team, Young Money till the death of me
[Chorus]
[Bridge - Nicki and Drake talking]
[Nicki Minaj] I mean we don't even rock them shoes if it ain't got a comma on the price tag I mean, I mean but then again who looks at the price
You know you really wanna (hey) Wanna taste my (woohoo) You know you wanna get a peak Wanna see my (woohoo) You know you wanna put your lips Where my hips are (woohoo) Kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) All the boys think it's cake When they taste my (woohoo) You don't even need a plate Just your face, ha (woohoo) Licky, licky, yum yum (woohoo) What a great guy (woohoo) Now kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) Kiss, kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) Kiss, kiss, kiss all my (woohoo) All over my (woohoo) I feel awesome everywhere I go Like a lil' boy up in the candy store C-c-craving now get your hands on Give it up before mama says no (ohohoho) Imma let you get a little closer Even though I ain't supposed to I like it's strong when it's on 'cuz I'm a little tipsy play along with me (Chorus) P-p-pick your glass up, you're sippin' kinda slow Wanna see just how you take it down low Hurry up I wanna see a bit more Take it off before mama gets cold I know that you love me long time yeah You wanna take it for a ride yeaah I'm feeling bad and I like it I'm a little tipsy play along with me (Chorus) All my ladies up in the place It's your turn Give the fellas a little taste Of how we work Wohohohohohoho I know I probably shouldn't but uhh I'm feeling good Wohohohohohoho I'm a little tipsy play along with me Nicki Minaj: O-okay yes we got that hm hm ninety ninety/nanny nanny In the Mondrian hm hm in Miami Who's galliano whip whip be yo manny In the drip drip lick lick like a lolly Ooarh left from Jamaica go a hurry in contour Jimmy AI Tom Wally a New Yoaaarh Keep me and Chrissy in Christian Dior But that was before or for youou My name Nicki, Little Daddy and you You can turn anything you put your mind to Way you French kissing fangte calero Way you work your tongue I hire you (Chorus) Woooooh Wanna taste my (woohoo) You wanna taste my Wanna see my Yeahh Woohoo All my ladies say (woohoo) If you got a break (woohoo) Let them get up here (woohoo) If you gotta scream (woohoo) Lemme hear you scream (woohoo) But bitches keep it clean (woohoo)(haahha) Woohoo
You know you really wannaWanna taste myYou know you wanna get a peakWanna see myYou know you wanna put your lipsWhere my hips areKiss all myAll over myAll the boys think it's cakeWhen they taste myYou don't even need a plateJust your face haLicky licky yum yumWhat a great guyNow kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss kiss all myAll over myI feel awesome everywhere I goLike a i'll boy upin the candy storeC c craving now get your hands onGive it up before mama says noImma let you get a little closerEven though I ain't supposed toI like it's strongwhen it's on 'cuzI'm a little tipsyplay along with meYou know you really wannaWanna taste myYou know you wanna get a peakWanna see myYou know you wanna put your lipsWhere my hips areKiss all myAll over myAll the boys think it's cakeWhen they taste myYou don't even need a plateJust your face haLicky licky yum yumWhat a great guyNow kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss kiss all myAll over myP p pick your glass upyou're sippin' kinda slowWanna see just how youtake it down lowHurry up I wanna see a bit moreTake it off before mama gets coldI know that youlove me long time yeahYou wanna take it for a ride yeaahI'm feeling bad and I like itI'm a little tipsyplay along with meYou know you really wannaWanna taste myYou know you wanna get a peakWanna see myYou know you wanna put your lipsWhere my hips areKiss all myAll over myAll the boys think it's cakeWhen they taste myYou don't even need a plateJust your face haLicky licky yum yumWhat a great guyNow kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss kiss all myAll over myAll my ladies up in the placeIt's your turnGive the fellas a little tasteOf how we workI know I probably shouldn'tbut uhh I'm feeling goodI'm a little tipsyplay along with meO okay yes we got that hm hmnanny nannyIn the Mondrian hm hm in MiamiWho's galliano whip whip be yo mannyIn the drip driplick lick like a lollyOoarh left from Jamaicago a hurry in contourJimmy AI Tom Wally a New YoaaarhKeep me and Chrissyin Christian DiorBut that was before or for yououMy name Nicki Little Daddy and youYou can turn anything youput your mind toWay you French kissing fangte caleroWay you work your tongue I hire youYou know you really wannaWanna taste myYou know you wanna get a peakWanna see myYou know you wanna put your lipsWhere my hips areKiss all myAll over myAll the boys think it's cakeWhen they taste myYou don't even need a plateJust your face haLicky licky yum yumWhat a great guyNow kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss all myAll over myKiss kiss kiss all myAll over myWoooooh Wanna taste myYou wanna taste myWanna see my YeahhWoohoo All my ladies sayWoohoo If you got a breakWoohoo Let them get up hereWoohoo If you gotta screamWoohoo Lemme hear you screamWoohoo But bitches keep it cleanWoohoo Woohoo
Ohh ohh 2-0-1-2 ohh-yeah It’s alright, Oh It's alright You'd know what they say Life isn't always easy everyday with five us so forget a day it all about tonight at the school start a riot a-riot be red bottle poppin til we cant stand we keep rockn til 6 am New York
Turn around to Japan Turn it up .. Turn It Up.. Match it up We gonna party night Party Night like a threate world we gonna party night like it's 2012 You'd Know it doesn't matter as long as we got each other
Turn it up.. Turn it up .. Match it up It ain't a threate world ohhhhhhhhhhh gonna live like it's a threate world gonna party like ohhhhhhhhhhh Turn it up... Turn it up... Match it up It ain't a threate world 2-0-1-2 drinkin me and let mate til tonight to go down In history.. in history yeahh where we're bully the last 24 hr this told us how totally totally
Heyyyyy bottle poppin til we cant stand we keep rockn til 6 am New York
Turn around to Japan Turn it up .. Turn It Up.. Match it up We gonna party night Party Night like a threate world we gonna party night like it's 2012 You'd Know it doesn't matter as long as we got each other
Turn it up.. Turn it up .. Match it up It ain't a threate world ohhhhhhhhhhh We got live like if threate world we gotta live like ohhhhhhhhhhhh so enjoy Turn it up .. Turn It Up.. Match it up it aint threate world Noooooooooooooooooooooo No I not gonna follow anything that say ..
[Intro] Yeaaah Comere Its mister steal yo girl x2 Ay girl ay girl ay girl Leggo
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 1: Trey Songz] You know what it is Girl we back up in this thang(thang) Money stay in my pocket Girl Im like a walkin bank (bank) Tell me what you drank (drank) Tell me what you thank (thank) If I go get these bottles we go alchol insane (insane)
Callin all the girls (girls) Do you hear me All around the world (world) City to city (city)
Cheers to the girls Throw duece to the guys Na I got a chiken and a goose in the ride Getin loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 2: Trey Songz] My visions blurd (comere) My words slur (comere) Its jam packed (yeaa) A million girls (ay) And I aint trynna lead em We drunk so let me be yo alchol heat room
Callin all the girls (girls) Do you hear me (girl) All around the world (world) City to city (yeeaahhh)
Cheers to the girls Throw duece to the guys Na I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Getin loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) [Nicki Minaj: uh huh] Throw yo hands up [Nicki Minaj: uh] Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj (Roman Zolanski)] Can I get that dro Can I get that remmy Can I get that coke Can I get that henny Can I get that margarita on the rock rock rock Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim Trey I was like yo trey Do you think you can buy me a bottle of rosay Okay lets get it now Im wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends I dont say I hi I say keys to the benz Keys to the benz keys to the benz Mufuckin rite yea b to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute ima stomp her Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her Fuck her fuck her then yell fuck her Then im go and get my loui belt slug her Excuse me Im sorry Im really such a lady I rep young money You know slim baby And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80 We give alot of money to the babies out in haiti Yellin all around the world Do you hear me Do you like my body and a nicki Rest in peace to ana nicole smith Yes my dear your so explosive Say hi to mary mary and joseph Now bottoms up and double my doses
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough (Turn your) bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms Bottoms up
Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love Don't be scared girl Call on me Cause me I'm a watcher from my eyes I'm a lover you see And the Way you are Wind and the way you are Grind Said no matter how much I feel rushed Yeah like that Red won't stop But baby girl will you be mine Let Go show your skin because you're one of a kind And I'm alive girl I must be in love Cause the way you are grindin' off my car top Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love What If you would Just come Right out of these Clothes You can Finally feel the Wind when it blows Don't be Scared to be Free to Let go Show it off Feel like Letting Go Oh Oh Oh Oh I'm here and You might not like Cos you need Sean King in your life Call King I'm a man and a man can't change And if I come over there's a girl lock up with em' limbs I feel like Letting Go If you never know Baby now you know Cause you're One of a kind and you Dress so fine Like my Diamond Chain you Shine so Bright Oh Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love I'm feeling like you Letting go Dutty Dutty Dutty Love Love What If you would Just come Right out of these Clothes You can Finally feel the Wind when it blows Don't be Scared to be Free to Let go Show it off Feel like Letting Go Oh Oh Oh Oh Ay' Yo Sean You Mr Kingston You say You have it Louie it and then some Look how you grinding on all your ice You pretty and You nice You Done Want Nicki as your wife But You say I'll be up Where you Stay I Aint Like them Other Bitches that Will be Actin' loosely Know you gettin' hyper I know you Wanna get up In it But I just wanna think about it for another minute I think I like your style Ya'll Why Ya'll why don't we Let Go Ay Yo And I aint gotta tell 'em And I aint gotta sell 'em It's YSL Teddy I aint gotta spell it And yes I killa kill 'em I guess I am the Villain I park on the curb I'm the owner of the building the building Ya Deaf Boy Me Soon Left Come get this playboy bunny like Hugh Heph Sigh Rastafari Dutty Dutty D D D Dutty What If you would Just come Right out of these Clothes You can Finally feel the Wind when it blows Don't be Scared to be Free to Let go Show it off Feel like Letting Go Oh Oh Oh Oh Feel like Letting Go Oh Oh Oh Oh Feel like Letting Go Oh Oh Oh Oh
Step up in the party like my name was that bitch all these haters mad because I`m so established they know I`m a beast yeah Im a f-cking fab bitch haters you can kill yourself in my space shuttle and I`m not coming down I`m stereo and she`s just so monotone sometimes it just me and all my bottles all alone I ain`t coming back this time - I cant believe it its so amazing this club is heating this party`s blazin` I can`t believe it this beat it bangin I can`t believe it (I can`t believe it, hey) Hey check it out check it out (x10) yeah yeah I`m feeling it now check it out (x3) - Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T all these hating magazines got nathing on me honestly I can stay as fly as I can be if you really you get super OG hunny`s always resting cause I`m fly fly fly dummy's they can't touch me cause I`m floating sky high I stay n-ggerrific you don`t needa ask why You did got a see which a eyes - I cant believe it its so amazing this club is heating this party`s blazin` I can`t believe it this beat it bangin I can`t believe it (I can`t believe it, hey) Hey check it out check it out (x10) yeah yeah I`m feeling it now check it out (x3) - Check this muthaf-cker out it got me in the club in the club just rocking like this - Da done done the sun done yep the sun done came up but we still up in dungeon Da done done yep in London the competition why yet so we love some how the f-ck they getting mad cause they run done mad cause I`m getting money in abundance man I can`t even handle these hundroids duffle bag every time i go to (?) I leave the rest just to collect interest I mean interest f-ck my nemesis exclaimation just for emphasis and I don`t symphasise cause you a simple b-tch I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple sh-t and put an iron to your face y`all wrinkled b-tch - Oh, we just had to kill it we on the radio hotter than a skillet we in the club making party people holla money in the bank means we getting top dollar I`m a big baller you a little smaller step up to my level you need to grow a little taller I`ma shot caller get up off my collar you are chiuaua I`ma rottwieler - I cant believe it its so amazing I can`t believe it this beat it bangin I cant believe it its so amazing I can`t believe it (I can`t believe it, hey) Hey check it out check it out (x10) yeah yeah I`m feeling it now check it out (x3)
[Intro] Yeaaah Comere Its mister steal yo girl x2 Ay girl ay girl ay girl Leggo
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 1: Trey Songz] You know what it is Girl we back up in this thang(thang) Money stay in my pocket Girl Im like a walkin bank (bank) Tell me what you drank (drank) Tell me what you thank (thank) If I go get these bottles we go alchol insane (insane)
Callin all the girls (girls) Do you hear me All around the world (world) City to city (city)
Cheers to the girls Throw duece to the guys Na I got a chiken and a goose in the ride Getin loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 2: Trey Songz] My visions blurd (comere) My words slur (comere) Its jam packed (yeaa) A million girls (ay) And I aint trynna lead em We drunk so let me be yo alchol heat room
Callin all the girls (girls) Do you hear me (girl) All around the world (world) City to city (yeeaahhh)
Cheers to the girls Throw duece to the guys Na I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Getin loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) [Nicki Minaj: uh huh] Throw yo hands up [Nicki Minaj: uh] Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj (Roman Zolanski)] Can I get that dro Can I get that remmy Can I get that coke Can I get that henny Can I get that margarita on the rock rock rock Can I get salt all around that rim rim rim rim Trey I was like yo trey Do you think you can buy me a bottle of rosay Okay lets get it now Im wit a bad bitch he's wit his friends I dont say I hi I say keys to the benz Keys to the benz keys to the benz Mufuckin rite yea b to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute ima stomp her Throw alotta money at her then yell fuck her Fuck her fuck her then yell fuck her Then im go and get my loui belt slug her Excuse me Im sorry Im really such a lady I rep young money You know slim baby And we be doin donuts while we wave in the 3-80 We give alot of money to the babies out in haiti Yellin all around the world Do you hear me Do you like my body and a nicki Rest in peace to ana nicole smith Yes my dear your so explosive Say hi to mary mary and joseph Now bottoms up and double my doses
[Chorus: Trey Songz] Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Ay whats in ya cup Got a cuple bottles But a cuple aint enough (Turn your) bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw ya hands up Tell security we bouta tear this club up Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Pocket full of green Girl you know I love the way you shakin it them jeans Bottoms up bottoms up (up) Throw yo hands up Bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) bottoms up (up) up (up) up bottoms Bottoms up
Shawty Imma only tell you this once, u the illest (dat for dat dat dude) And for your lovin' Imma Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba dah dah oh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store And I'm a toddlor You got me wantin' more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love (yeah) (repeat 4x) Your love, your love (repeat 4x)
yo He the type to pop tags and be cokin' the brim Might breeze through The Ave, might stop at the gym And the keep a du rag, keep his wave on swim Wa waves on swim so they hate on him Anyway I think I met him sometime before In a different life or where I record I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve But my vision ends with the apple on the tree 'S' on my chest cuz I'm ready to save him Cuz I'm the one like I'm Tracy McGrady And I think I love him like Eminem call us Shady When he call me mama, lil mama, I call him baby
Shawty Imma only tell you this once, u the illest (dat for dat dat dude) And for your lovin' Imma Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba dah dah oh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store And I'm a toddlor You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love (yeah) (repeat 4x) Your love, your love (repeat 4x)
(yo, yo) He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band Just left MoneyGram in the Lemon Lam Hot damn make me scream like summer jam I mean that nigga must be from the motherland Anyway I think I met him in the Sky When I was a Geisha he was a Samurai Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai Never spoke lies and he never broke fly 'S' on my chest let me get my cape on He still thugged out go spave and rape on Convict just like Akon Cuz you know snitches'e be put in the jake on
Shawty Imma only tell you this once, u the illest (dat for dat dat dude) And for your lovin' Imma Die Hard like Bruce Willis (bah ba dah dah oh) You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got something all the girls want You're like a candy store And I'm a toddlor You got me wanting more and ma ma more of
Your love, your love (yeah) (repeat 4x) Your love, your love (repeat 4x)
Find me on the dark I'll be on the stars Fond me in your heart I'm in need of your love
[Lil Wayne] Uh, life on the rocks too hard to swallow so we get high till it feel like the sky low ya'll boys just a bunch of p-ssy cats milo money is the song, pockets on high note do ra me faso I rock like a fossil, big ball sh-t, Paul Castellano shoot ya ass up, now crawl out the condo thats that nine n-gga, lil rando sleeping with the enemy so I f-ck the World to Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl the sweetest southern girl (sweetest southern girl)
[Nicki Minaj] this is times up put your signs up made em pick my dude out the line up baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them you see many are called very few are chosen looking at the wall you can feel them close in baby what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them what the f-ck is wrong (wrong) with them
[Lil Wayne] Uh, mind over matter money over all the World is on my shoulders, shall I dust my shoulders off? uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls f-ck the bullsh-t, but just don't f-ck it raw man p-ssy has a pattern and I know where I'm going and if you got beef I turn into a tenderloin sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if you'll pay attention if I change the price life is my wife, till death do us part man I'm fly as f-ck you aint even next to depart quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art
[Lil Wayne] stepping on the bullsh-t you can be my doormat y'all aint going nowhere with that hatin' shit, four flat disrespectful on the beat, Borat f-ck the system and the p-ssy wasn't all that yeah, now time's gettin' shorter life on ya head like f-cking read carter now dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border so much money piled up I'm a muthafucking hoarder
