Gotta Go Hard (feat. Lil Wayne) - Nicki Minaj

Uh Yeah, yeah, yeah Real, real, real, real M-m-m-murder Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit Like how you let them niggas slide on you Like how you let them niggas ride on you Your niggas with you probably bailed on you Surprised them niggas didn't tell on you You looking like you got an L on you I might go Training Day, Denzel on you Yelling "fuck these crooked cops", Sean Bell on you 'Cause streets cold as ice cream, I go Pharrell on you Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit The brokest nigga in the building be the loudest Oh man, these niggas need a stylist Call up Hazelton and tell her that I sent you Aw bae, I broke your heart, I never meant to I call up Chubby Chubb, and find out what we into She got an ass like Khloe and a face like Kendall And she ballin', you gon' make me put some D on you Had to foul, baby I go referee on you I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit, do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit I call the shots, and then the shots hit you But niggas know it's personal when the bucks get you I can see it in your eyes, ain't no heart in you The only time you're barking is when your dogs with you I cut a few niggas aiming stressed Tefeli ain't put no more bitches on his guest list Fuck the pole lights, we got no rights, I need more ice Disco bar, talking strobe lights, yelling "more life" Woah I done took it where they wouldn't go I've been with my niggas from the go You was flossing all that money, where it go? You be hustling on the corner, where the dough? You be flexing on the Gram, where your hoes? Say you pull up in the foreign, where your Ghost? I swear the one's that ain't got shit do the most I swear the one's that ain't got shit, talk the most shit

Lotta dope Gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, yea we gotta lotta coke We got weed, there's a lotta smoke Yea, that's that lotta dope I said we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Okay we gotta lotta dope We got the hotter hoes I said we done shot a lot of folk We be in and out of court And I done seen so many cowards croak It's like watching flowers grow I mean, please, don't you cowards know? We will leave your bloody body on your mama's porch Lord, born in the projects Papa was a rolling stone, selling rock crack Yeah, I grew up in my day Making juugs on a phone with no contacts I'm drinking Activas only know Hi-Tech Hold on, think I'm getting too high tech Yeah, I think she getting a contact Now she needs some dope dick, and she know who to contact Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Yo Tunes, pass the steel, or bash the steel My passion real, I'm fashion ill The pussy niggas are Massingil, mass appeal My past is real before I had the deal, you dig? Pies and cakes, out of state Lies is fake, God don't make mistakes Got the girl pussy smelling like Codeine Syrup Got the bands on me like a football field, I'm ill I deserve a threesome for my birthday If she pretty it's Magic City on the first date Cup of lean and toast, yeah I'm 'posed to boast Goodie Mo the quote, not many coming close Trying to smoke what I never smoked before Dream what I never dreamed before Woke up and my Rolls sky high I ride by, I drive by then hop out Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lot of smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope Big dreams, big rings, big chains Switch lanes, sip lean Sixteen, seventeen, Medellin Favorite color money green A triple beam, a hundred Ps of sour Ds A bunch of Ds, she can come suck on these, no suckas please See I look like my daddy though I get high, I get the munchies eating edible If it's available Bitch you never know Oyster Perpetual Trapped at the Texaco like I'm OJ Trying to put it in her mouth like Colgate Ben Franklin, that's my muthafuckin soul mate Yea I need a mop, I got a new flo' today I'm sippin' syrup like a got a fuckin' cold today I'm throwing tres up like Golden State Old school the same color as Sidney Poitier Ba-da-ba-da-beee Ba-ba-da-bope (Got a lot, got a lot) Yeah Ba-ba-da-bope I said we gotta lotta dope (Got a lot, got a lot) We gotta lotta coke We got weed, that's a lotta smoke Yeah, that's that loud I hope We gotta lotta dope, we gotta lotta dope Ba-ba-da-bope

David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Taught my bitches how to whip it, now they whippin', fast learners Chicken heads, whippin' chickens, I feel like a black colonel Louis Vuitton, ballin' like Mr. Kareem Abdul-Jabaar Saint Laurent, I been had the green light, I blew the horn C'mon c'mon, fuck we waitin' on, my nigga? Move along Grass is greener on the other side, I never do the lawn Deepest water, Cita Carter made me feel like Peter Parker Be a Dora, double R her, treat her like a Ford Explorer See no evil, neither horror, my bitch eyes chinky, Kamora Run a mile like Jackie Joyner, bitch should go read a thesaurus Pretty Tony, Pretty Ricky, Ricky Martin, Martin Lawrence Lawrence Taylor, Taylor Swift, tailor-made, made in China Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German It's MULA baby, know you heard me, got the game, I'm talkin' early Twizzy baby, got these bitches swallowin' babies, talkin' nurseries Pocket pull up, Black Eyed Peas, the P from Perc has got me flirty Model bitches tryna hurt me, broken mirrors, pull a Fergie Oh my God, it's cocaina, Kim and Gina had to team up Tried to run 'way from this dick and got subpoenaed, had to clean up Got two strikes out in L.A., I get one more, then new Adidas Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Niggas call me Hustle Westbrook, sellin' dope off in the bleachers Trappin' off a walkie-talkie, tempo, over, yeah, I read you That my woadie, that my 'migo, gettin' loaded off sativa Move the rock like Russell Westbrook Triple-double the whole season, woah David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hm David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, Sinéad O'Connor, yeah Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball David Yurman, Erick Sermon, Pee-wee Herman Tina Turner, buy it furnished Eat Italian, shop in Paris, drive a German Black Chyna, Black Mamba, baby mama, Lady Gaga Wait, Rihanna, ball hard, Sinéad O'Connor, hmm

Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work Diamonds all on my ring nigga Gold watches, gold chain nigga Hundred thou' on champagne nigga Yeah my money insane nigga Yeah I'm making it rain nigga But I was just on the plane nigga Buying gear, flying here Fuck what you heard, it's my time of year If I'm in the club, I get a hundred stacks I'm always rolling up so I get love for that Them niggas stole my swag but I don't want it back My nigga uh! I was on this, but now I'm onto that You see it in my closet before it's on the rack Was out there in Hawaii, now I'm goin' back My nigga uh! I got so much money I should start a bank So much paper right in front of me it's hard to think Buy so many bottles it's gon' be hard to drink But I'm still pourin' up and my family here and they rolling up so uh! The bigger the bill, the harder you ball Well I'm throwing mine, cause my money long The quicker you here, the faster you go That's why where I come from the only thing we know is Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work Hop your pretty ass up in this fucking car Bitch I'm out this world, girl you know I'm a star Used to buying rounds but now we buy the bar Last year they had to ask now they know who we are Boss shit, walk in the building, I own shit You can tell by who I'm on the phone with Yeah nigga talking about grown shit Niggas too busy jacking my swag Need to fuck around, get your own shit Get your own cars, get your own clothes Get your own smoke, get your own bitch You ain't reppin' my gang, get your own clique Go hard Make sure you do whatever is that you gotta do, that's your job And niggas gon' hate but that's no prob' So hey fuck 'em don't need nothing from 'em Some niggas talking but the shit they claiming don't mean nothing It's straight from Cali, that's what's in my joint that's what I'm puffin', OG And been one since I was young enough to know that everybody was gonna know me Most niggas don't see Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard Work hard, play hard, work hard, play hard

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Grown-ups, in between, children and babies Right about now it's yo' boy, ya heard? Back again DJ Mannie Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh Fre-Fresh-re-re-re-Fresh Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, that's my DJ Go DJ, yeah Well, Weezy We, step up to the mic dude, do what you do, ya heard? Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you courtesy of The young man Young Carter and the great man Mannie Fresh So what I want y'all out there to do for me is, say this Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ So go DJ, 'cause that's my, 'cause that's my Murder one on one, the hottest nigga under the sun I come from under the Tommy, busting a Tommy Or come from under ya garments, ya chest and ya arm hit Pow, one to the head now you know he dead Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game Naw, better yet a veteran, a hall of fame I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names Ayy, it's Cash Money Records, man, a lawless gang Put some water on the track, Fresh for all this flame Wear a helmet when you bang it, man, and guard yo' brain 'Cause the flow is spazmatic, what they call insane That ain't even a motherfuckin' aim, I get dough, boy And you already know that pimpin 18, how I'm living? Youngin, show that Bentley Stunna my Pa, so you know that's in me Gotti my mentor, so don't go there with me, oh Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my 'cause that's my Go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ 'Cause that my, uh, that my, let's go And I move like the Coupe through traffic Rush hour GT Bent' roof is absent Ya bitch present with the music blastin' And she keep askin', "How it shoot if it's plastic?" I tell her, "You'll see if your boy run up" She sat back and cut Tha Carter back up Uh, fo' sho' Ay, Big Mike, they better step they's authority up Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns You niggas never harming Young Fly Wizzy, my opponents done, I'm done talking And I ain't just begun, I been running my city like Diddy, ya chump I fly by ya in a foreign whip On the throttle with a model-bony bitch, pair of phony tits Her hair is long and shit, to her thong and shit Well, here we go, so hold on to this, now let's go Hold on, let me hit the blunt So go, so go This is the, this is the, this is the This is the, this is the, this is the This is Tha Carter Say go DJ, 'cause that's my D Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my 'cause that's my Birdman put them niggas in a trash can Leave 'em outside of your door, I'm your trashman I'm steady lightin' up the hash and ridin' in my Jag You will need a gas mask, man You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass Sooner or later, I'll cut it now the blades in your ass You homo niggas getting AIDS in the ass While the homie here tryna get paid in advance I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler Play me or play with me then I'm gonna find your mother Niggas wanna eat 'cause they ain't ate nothin' But niggas wanna leave when you say you out of mustard So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone Leaving out, leaving behind just residue and bones In your residence with Rugers to your dome Like, "Where the fuck you holding the coke?" Holding your throat, choke So, go So, go This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this This is Tha Carter Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Say go DJ, 'cause that's my DJ Go DJ, DJ, DJ

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