We Go Up (Feat. Fivio Foreign)

Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit New York, stand the fuck up Yeah You know what's goin' on, nigga Swizzy na bicie, ziomal Fivio, Barbie Papi Yerr Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, nigga That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj Touch my crown again, bitch Bitch-ass niggas It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, nigga There's only one king, there's only one queen, nigga Baow, grr Verse 1: Nicki Minaj Ayo, this week, 'Rari, next week, Lambo Bitch, I'm fly, I don't land, though This they funeral, start the service Say my name, make 'em nervous Uh, these bitches is salty, I give them pressure Uh, these bitches is salty, pass mе the pepper Uh, thеse bitches be jackin' me like the Ripper Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper Uh, I know they teabaggin', bitches is testy Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy Let's see After all of that surgery, you are still ugly Now that is what gets me This shit ain't new to me, shit is just new to y'all I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce Brrt, look up, we shootin' stars Chorus: Nicki Minaj Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up Bitches don't 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, I'm like, Please show up When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up 'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up Ugh Verse 2: Nicki Minaj I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, bitch Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with them blicks Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks Ayo That ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, bitch These Nah, that ain't Reebok We back on that Ewok Percocets, gotta 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 Louis bag, oh, 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, that's bestie I could be all the way covered, it's still givin' sexy I know they sleepin' on me, bitches got epilepsy I don't do coke, little bitch, I don't even do Pepsi Let's see How you don't like me, but tryna do everything like me That is what gets me Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up Get money Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up Take money But I love the way they mob when we roll up Haha These bitches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up Yo, all these bitches— I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, Please show up Ooh, rockaway When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets, grow up I'm not playin' 'Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak ho up Grrt Verse 3: Fivio Foreign Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you I tell my shooter to bully you Baow, I tell my shooter to bully you Uh, yeah Yeah That nigga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you Baow, baow, baow, baow Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do, huh I never say what I wouldn't do Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof Look, I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons And I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast I don't do paperwork or confessions Nah I don't do internet shows or texting Nah Shoot up the party, that's sendin' a message Baow, baow Them niggas started us Them niggas started us, yeah The bulletproof is like a guarded truck Skrrt Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me Nah And she Barbied up Lil' bitch, yeah If we see 'em, we shooting the party up Grrt We ain't squashing shit, don't try to sorry us Nah I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up Skrrt If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up Baow, baow, baow Fivi' Fivi', spazzin' Spazzin' Two shows Two shows, backend Backend Fendi Fendi, fashion Fashion Fendi Yeah, look, fashion I put your brains on a napkin I tell my demons to whack 'em My nigga died, then that nigga died Look, I don't even know how it happened Bitch Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up Get money Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up Take money But I love the way they mob when we roll up Baow, grrt, haha Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up Big dumb, all these bitches— I wish a bitch would spin, I'm like, Please show up Baow Look up When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up Baow, what hapened I said we out, you can't breeze with us Baow And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us Baow, the money Mm