Woo
Yeah, Young Money
Trigga Trey
Let's get it
Burr
[Trey Songz]
No I ain't tryna flex
No ceilings you can see who's in it, oh
And I'm on to the next
That's unless you bring a friend who wid'it, oh
I'm sorry! Are you mad cause I came to the party
Like, no no no
You took your girl to the club
And now she gone, gone, gone
Now she asking me
When I'm taking her, home, home, home
I tell her: let's go
long as you know
Cause I know when we get it on
I'm touchin' you tonight
I'm lovin' you tonight
(Wait, nope!)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin'
Putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', fuckin'
Can't make up my mind, ooh!
I'm lovin' you, ooh!
(Wait nope!)
I'm fuckin' you
Girl you fuckin' with the best
Take a picture while I'm deep up in it, ooh
And if they living right next
Then I bet they know my name in a minute
Let me feel your body sweating
I promise I'll keep your body dripping
Oh, I'm sorry!
Niggas mad 'cause I came to the party?
Like, no no no,
You took your girl to the club
And now she gone, gone, gone
Now she asking me
When I'm taking her, home, home, home
I tell her: let's go
Long as you know
Cause I know when we get it on
I'm touchin' you tonight
I'm lovin' you tonight
(Wait, nope!)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin'
Putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', fuckin'
Can't make up my mind, ooh!
I'm lovin' you, ooh!
(Wait, nope!)
I'm fuckin' you
[Nicki Minaj]
Sometimes I tell 'em I love 'em
Because I just wanna fuck 'em
I never love 'em, I cuff 'em
And when we done
I'mma duck 'em
His Ferragamo the buckle
His Louis V on the duffel
The pussy's wetter than puddles
I ride his dick like a shuttle
I said: real niggas let real bitches come first
And real bitches been bad bitches from birth
Uh, k-k-kiss him when he coming (oh)
M-m-make more money last year than Mister Drummond
Oh-oh-oh, he like it when I ride it slow
I'm touchin' you tonight
I'm lovin' you tonight
(Wait, nope!)
I'm fuckin' you, girl
You must be used to spendin'
Putting in that time
Touchin', lovin', fuckin'
Can't make up my mind, ooh!
I'm lovin' you, ooh!
(Wait, nope!)
I'm fuckin' you
What you mean? Wait, no, like what?
Better act like you know niggas, it's Nicki Minaj
Composição: Tremaine Neverson / Combs Sean Puffy / Wallace Christopher / Featherstone Matthew Aaron / Featherstone Justin Daniel / Featherstone William Charles / Featherstone Christopher Scott / Maraj Onika Tanya / Kelly Robert S / Jones Daron / Ross Kevin Emmanuel