This one is for the boys with the boomer system
Top down AC with the cooler system
When you come up in the club,
you be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like you're saving up
And he ill, he bail, he might get a deal
He pop bottles and he get the right kind of bill
He cough, he dole, he might suss He always in the air,
but he never rides out
You might have front dress,
sell a auto ship ship
When he make it drip,
drip, hit them on a lip
That's the kind of dude I was looking for
And yes, you get class, you're looking I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy
I mean, my mind, my eye, like, I let him fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving the talk
You're like bigger than a guy with a finger in his eye
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody say hold me the F I N
I am the Imanana,
check I'm super, yes,
I'll be trusting you
So you tell me I'm thinkin' in a way
Speech is like a drum and it's turnin' your way
Can't you hear that boom-a-dum-boom-a-dum-boom-ba
He got that super bass,
boom-a-dum-boom-a-dum-boom-ba
He got that super bass
This one is for the boys in the pa-la
I don't trust no one f***in' in the ma-la
What's it about to the cool we can style now
When I think I'm like I'm gonna bleed out now
When I think I'm like I'm gonna work up to the cap,
uh He ain't even gonna try to put the mask on
You just gotta give me that look,
give me that look
I'm an elf, elf, excuse me, you're a hell of a cop
You know I really got a thing for American cops I mean, stop,
pickin' on You got the tell it's your insurance, which I feminicide
Yes I did, yes I did Somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj,
the master boobo That cooch from Georgia
My heartbeat's blowin' away
Like the storm that is coming your way
Can't you hear that boom-a-doom-boom-boom-a-doom-boom
He got that super bass
Boom-a-doom-boom-boom-a-doom-boom
He got that super bass
Boom-bass, boom-bass,
boom-bass Boom-bass, boom-bass, boom-bass Oh, we got that super bass
Oh, we got that super bass Oh,
we got that super bass