Easy (feat. Gucci Mane & Rocko) - Nicki Minaj

Dicky Fat Boy, Dicky Fat Boy I've got ninety thousand pounds in my pajamas I've got forty thousand French francs in my fridge I've got lost of lovely lira, now the deutsche mark's getting dearer And my dollar bills would buy the Brooklyn Bridge I've Got Money M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y Cash M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y Dough M-O-N-E-Y M-O M-O-N-E-Y

A nigga just front me 10 keys I'mma run up on a nigga on feet Gotta get back on my feet Choppa knock a nigga off of his feet Jump a nigga, stomp his ass with my feet Red bottoms on the bottom of my cleats The only nigga in a Phantom on feets Touch me and you'll be 6 feet deep (Gucci Mane) Bougie ass club they let a crook in this bitch Check a deuce to a 4, I put my foot in this shit They say that Gucci Mane be flexin unbelievable price And I know that life is priceless but I pay for yo life I think I'm Dirty Harry nigga when I got that 4-5 And I can never respect a man that can't look me in my eyes Just as stupid as these rappers if you bullied alive You brought your knife to a gunfight, yo ass wanna die I'm not a rapper, I'm a trapper in a rapper disguise I put the feets on ya, leave a Reebok print on yo eye I put the feets on the plug cuz these prices too high I'm showin my feet, Louie flip flops, I'm way in Dubai (it's Gucci) () (Rocko) Apply pressure, got that neck, I got my foot on it V12 car, got my foot on it Gucci cleats on my feet (on my feet? on yo feet?) Guc and me, we run the streets (we run the streets) Walkin like I talk it, play it how i got it Ain't a funny bone on me homie, bitch you can X-ray my toes Good in every hood, we run the town Thousand niggas throwin up B's, 10 toes down I ain't jump off the porch, I leaped in the streets Real street cat always land on they feet Born a standup guy, that's all I ever knew You could tell a rich nigga just look at his shoes ()

Holiday season, is Gucci Holiday season, is Gucci Plain Jane, plain Jane Ppplain Jane, plain Jane I know my body took a lot of ink Know I smoke a lot of stink Bladder piss a lot of pink Cause that lean I like to drink My face got a lot of tats My girl got a lot of gold My mouth talk a lot of shit My dick fuck a lot of hoes My stomach be filled with shrimp Legs limping like a pimp Bezels on my fucking plane Waves all in my temp My mind it be on the prize Hands on with the 9 My trap house it keep in line Cause I am selling dunkinheins Gucci Mane a millionaire My house I be serving there I always be on the road Bank account got several O's My britches be true religion In my kitchen cooking chicken Smoking swishers busting fillings Bought two rarri's spent a million This watch right here cost 90, 000 Plain Jane But I'm a put some rocks off in it anyway You haters they gon hate on you like anyway So imma put some rims on my shit anyway Anyway anyway I thought that I could find another any day Any day anyway It's not that hot outside so imma drop it anyway Maybach's in way back Said way back yes it's out back I mean out back my spent bitch She's got a fat ass and some big tits I fuck with her cause her ass in With hew blow cause her ass in my Louis V shades Plus it match the eight of spades Oh newborns talking automats Got two one plain chain one ice though Nigger try it meat knock some lights out Got goonies but I'm hands-on run a check up my man zone That is A1 LBG free bossy free pinchy You don't want to stand in the way Your house the size of my condo I just rap Shit for the fun hoe last over time free Rocko Young dimes so old school to where street songs Where the money at I want some songs You main bitch and your little sis You know what time it is nigger it's three some This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane But I'm a put some watch off in it anyway You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway Anyway in a way anyway way I thought that I can find another any day Any day in a way anyway in a way It's not that hot outside but I'm a drop it anyway I drop the top like, "Fuck it" I'm not in no lil' Cutlass I pull up in a "What the... fuck I don't know was it" I know it cost my budget I know the bitches love it I got haters disgusted I'm smoking on that mustard I'm east Atlanta and I say it loud Got a black Ferrari because I'm black and proud I got a yellow one, it's like salt and pepper When I put 'em together they stand out I'm a biker, hitchhiker- That's what you are with your thumb out Got a Spyker with some rims on it, and the back tires they poke out Got a lighter? Let me borrow that so I can smoke me on this ganja! Versace shades- Stevie Wonder. Can't see these niggas they under Your label's a sandcastle: it's about to crumble Like Barry Sanders don't fumble It's Gucci Mane knockin numbers (Gucci!) This watch right here cost ninety thousand Plain Jane But I'm a put some watch off in it anyway You haters they gonna hate on you like in a way So I am gonna put some words on my shit anyway Anyway in a way anyway way I thought that I can find another any day Any day in a way anyway in a way It's not that hot outside but I'm a drop it anyway Show some DJ fate my nigga Know what I wanna do We working

I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) Bitch, I make him eat it sloppy, I might make him clean it up (yeah) Make that nigga wanna top me, if he want me, eat it up (eat it up) I don't like these bitches in my Business, I don't sneak and fuck (yeah) I might give that ho her problem, Tell that bitch to keep it up, yeah, yeah We top floor with my top off Put it down on him, knock his socks off (uh) Show you bitches how to pimp a nigga He can't keep shit, he gotta drop it off (ayy) Pretty bitch, he like to brag on me (brag) Tryna put a new ass on me (ass) I'm so damn expensive, uh He know he gotta spend a bag on me (on God) I like bitches more, I like bitches who can pass the score (ayy) She want that Dior, I might make that ho get nasty for it I be sellin' niggas dreams, he like, "bae, talk to me nice" (duh) I'm so indecisive, but that nigga still gon' wanna wife it (uh-huh) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah) These niggas try to be like Gucci but they need to stop it (skrrt) I get it off, put up the re-up, then fuck up the profit (yeah) I'm in my B truck with my feet up, gettin' some sloppy toppy (ugh) Pockets on Biggie and I love it when she call me papi (papi) Just came from Cali', spent a hundred thousand dollars shoppin' (well, damn) It ain't no budget, ain't no option, if I want it, cop it (go) She love it when I beat it up, she never tell me, "Stop it" (never) I let her see too much too quick, I hope she keep it silent (huh) I'm in the VIP, takin' a sip with my lil' pocket rocket (pop, pop) I'm just a dope boy from the six but I'm tryna buy the rockets (wow) I'm in the corner with QC, it's packed, it's body, body (bling) I hope that nobody try Wop 'cause he gon' hurt somebody (Wop) I might take your nigga shoppin' Show you hoes what's poppin' (what's up, bitch?) Pull up, Bentley, to the projects, tell that nigga, "Hop in" (hop in) I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (yeah, yeah) Bad bitches in his comments, I'm the trendin' topic (I am, bitch) This lil' rocket in my pocket, don't make me go pop it, yeah I make 'em trap all day and tell that nigga, "Bring the profits" (bring it, bae) I ride his face, he love the taste, I make him eat it sloppy (he like it, yeah)

I can't control the way, I'm movin my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic It's automatic, I'm a run away train And it's likely that I tear up this place When I go, I go hard, I'ma show you bizarre Tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic my condition's unknown There's no remedy and no antidote It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic It's automatic some might call it insane I assure you I'll be stuck in your brain You'll be falling for me, boy, yeah Just like a domino tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic when I'm rockin' the beat Systematically I'm droppin' your heat It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Press rewind, p-p-press rewind (it's automatic) I-I'm Einstein, I'm lookin' for that Einstein Wales, London, Ireland, Scotland I can idle in South Africa and Brazil, shut the club down Bring the bill Ri-ri-ri-ri-ring the bill, br-bri-bri-bri-bring the bill Bri-bri-bring the bill, shut the club down Bring the bill I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic