Truffle Butter (feat. Drake & Lil Wayne) - Nicki Minaj

I said tell me what's really going on? Drizzy back up in this thing I'm ready, what's happening? Gone for surgery, but now I'm back again I'm 'bout my paper like a motherfucking scratch and win World Series attitude, champagne bottle life Nothing ever changes, so tonight is like tomorrow night I will have a model wife, your bitch is as hot as ice Every time you see me, I look like I hit the lotto twice Drake you got 'em right, yeah, I got 'em bun I love myself 'cause I swear their life is just not as fun Nic's got the weed, Hush got a gun CJ's got my credit cards and a lot of ones Yeah, I'm in the city of the purple sprite Someone tell Malaya I'm on fire, she should work tonight Call her King of Diamonds and tell China it be worth the flight I'll be at my table, stacking dollars to the perfect height Work something, let's work something basis She just tryna make it so she right here gettin' naked I don't judge her, I don't judge her, but I could never love her 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper and since she'll have met another That's why me and Lil' Jazz 'bout to spaz, can you keep up? I'm just feeling sorry for whoever gotta sweep up Yeah, bills everywhere, trill everything And Drake just stand for do right and kill everything I love Nicki Minaj, I told her I'd admit it I hope one day we get married just to say we fucking did it And girl, I'm fucking serious, I'm with it if you with it 'Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are mighty fitted Uh, damn, I think you caught me in a moment Like I catch 'em stealing flows 'cause I swear I never loaned it And life ain't a rehearsal, the camera's always rollin' So come and get a portion of this money that we blowin' 'Cause it's on, yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just thought that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah, that you miss me a little when I'm gone Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Oh shit, motherfucker, goddamn Kicking bitches out the condo like Pam Getting money everyday, I'ma groundhog 'Bout to scoop your girl up like a ground ball I walk light so I don't piss the ground off Man, I swear my bitches do it 'til they suck the brown off Ew, that's nasty Yes, I am Weezy, but I ain't asthmatic Jae's buyin' cologne, honey I put on Make 'em run and tell they friends like a marathon Voice baritone, haters carry on Beat the pussy up, call me Larry Holmes Young Money, Jerry Sloan, I turn every stone When she masturbate to me, that's how she learn every song To women I condone, better write me when I'm gone No I'm not that thuggish, not that ruggish but I do pack bone I'm a love machine and I won't work for nobody but you It's only me and her because the Bugatti a coupe It's blood gang slime but I parlay with Snoop I ain't lying I shoot, you don't need signs for proof Turn you to a vegetable like you lining soup And when I'm in the booth, bitch, the lion is loose Man, I got so many styles, I am a group Damn, I be gone 'til November But fuck it, I ain't trippin', I know Drizzy gon' kill 'em I'm sticking to the script like lint on denim Mama said if the rules ain't bent don't bend 'em Real nigga talking, shut the fuck up, ho Gotta do it one time for Haiti, what up Zoe? Weezy F baby and the F is for front do' 'Cause that's where I bring it, so if you bang it, motherfucker Yeah, girl, it's on You know what it is when I finally make it home I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Yeah, I hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone Hey, you just tell me what you down for, anything you down for I know things have changed, know I used to be around more But you should miss a little when I'm gone I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone Fab in the house, J.J., Lay Boy H time I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone I just hope that you miss me, miss me, miss me, miss me Miss me a little when I'm gone Miss me a little when I'm gone, gone, gone

Yeah, sound sound sound Real 6 side shit Sickos, ah man Yeah, when you get to where I'm at You gotta remind 'em where the fuck you at Every time they talkin' it's behind your back Gotta learn to line 'em up and then attack They gone say your name on them airwaves They gone hit you up right after like it's only rap Jewels look like I found a motherfuckin' treasure map And ain't told no one where the fuck it's at Shout out to the G's from the ends We don't love no girls from the ends I'm gone hit 'em with the wham once again I'mma always end up as a man at the end, dog It's just apparent every year Only see the truth when I'm staring in the mirror Lookin' at myself like there it is there Yea, like there it is there man, whoop I ain't tryna chance it I be with the bands like a nigga went to Jackson State or Grambling Young Nick Cannon with the snare drum, dancin' Watch the way I handle it Bring it to the bedroom, you know that shit is candle lit She know I'm the man with it, uh With the bands like I must've went to Clark, went to Hampton I ain't playin' with it I ain't felt the pressure in a little while It's gonna take some getting used to Floatin' all through the city with the windows down Puttin' on like I used to They never told me when you get the crown It's gone take some getting used to New friends all in their old feelings now They don't love you like they used to man When you get to where the fuck I'm at You gotta remind 'em about where you been About all of the money that done came and went About the two cents I ain't never spent When they say you're too famous to pack a gat I gotta remind 'em about where I'm from Not about where I'm going, about where I've gone Steppin' on to squish a roach like a steppin' stone Goin' at a nigga throat like a herringbone Boy do I smell beef? Mmmm pheromones Got a fuckin' halo over my devil horns Trap pumpin' all night like Chevron Suck a nigga dick for an iPhone 6 Fuck my nigga Terry for a new Blackberry You can buried for an ounce of Katy Perry I was only five but still remember the drought in '87 Lord tell 'em bitches I ain't got no time to play games with 'em I ain't got no time Tell her that I love her and I hate her in the same sentence I'm fuckin' her mind I got, mind control over Deebo Parmesan my panino Promethazine over Pinot And when my blood start shootin' that's B-roll bitch Let's just let bygones be bygones, okay? Let's just go ahead and just let bygones be bygones I pull up lookin' like a damn cyborg, weighin' 224 Oh man, these boys don't even understand Listen when you see OVO Jodi pull up on the scene with Drake For goodness sakes, well for goodness sakes You see this mixtape you listenin' to? This an album Yea, we could have, we could have sold it to you for 17.99 or 29.99 with the shirt Buy it at the Target These motherfuckers trippin' so hard I had to look down and double check cause I Thought they had their shoes tied together Motherfuckers got they shoes tied together What more could you ask for? Boys harassing me with these questions How about this? How about don't ask me know more motherfucking questions, we ain't doing no interview

Ayy, the blues is now kickin' and dinner is three Michelin I don't eat red meat, but still got beef sizzlin' Know that I need discipline I keep singin' for all these hoes, they keep listenin' Niggas love to bro up with the boy and dap fists-es But we are not equivalent, dawg I been an only child, don't need siblings And I'm past them like the times that he's livin' in, okay Man, if you saw what I flew here, you'd be like "He's sickenin'" If you not runnin' some top, we not gon' keep kickin' it Classics I keep scribblin', lights in the Universal building just keep flickerin' Money just keep comin' in, you would think I'm Irish The way that it stays doublin' I could feed a country with the tax that I pay governments Whatever they're doin' with my cash is very troublin' Okay, February came around, I used to get paid shovelin' Sold clothes, walked dogs, trust me, I stay hustlin' When it came to school, there's no way that I'm A-plus'n it So I just dropped out of it, trust me, I'm not proud of it Niggas get too comfy in they spot, they get knocked out of it Niggas get a gun just so they can make props out of it Shawty make a scene in the house, she get locked out of it Yeah, you not 'bout to be chillin' in this bitch with kicked feet up I'ma make you bounce out this hoe like Big Freedia Pete O. used to throw a purple tint on a two liter First private plane I ever rode was a eight-seater Before that, I got the bedroom hot with a space heater On top of that, I didn't have shit to my name either, that's real But now I'm givin' house tours 'til it's back to world tours Play that "Mask Off" when they find the real cure I might not be good for her, but I'm real to her Got no time for her, but give Richard Mille to her That's the only way I know how to express love My dawgs love sticks and drums like they Questlove All them jokes about Aubrey they got me messed up, for real I come with a lot of complications inside me It's always people misleadin' me that are tryna guide me Everyone wants to try me, but no one wants to buy me Everyone wants to meet me, but no one wants to keep me Everyone talkin' lemons when everything is peachy Everyone got they hands out, and it ain't to reach me Mhm, mhm Everyone got they glass out, let's drink to Weezy Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me Choppin' up a lil' cash cow, that's steak I'm eatin' Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics The electronic guitars whinin', that's just Nirvana Tommy gun on the counter I call it Mr. Thomas That'll keep niggas honest I'm dozin' off in the driver seat 'cause the seat give massages Decimal point money, these numbers too steep for commas I'm eye to eye with niggas, I can't help but to see beyond 'em Got a two-seater problem Niggas thinkin' they cold, I knock the flu-season out 'em Bitches forget they hoes, and that's when Tunechi remind 'em I used to fuck Gucci models, I'm fuckin' Gucci designers I keep it too G regardless, I'm gettin' too deep for divers Let me resurface, I'm flexin' on purpose She especially curvy, bet she be servin' every purpose Perfect, I'm better than perfect, I'm sick, I need to see a medical person Eatin' all of these rappers with these edible verses All I gotta be is all that I can possibly She really, really into me, then suck it all up out of me I'm proud of me, I don't know how to be sorry, apologies You fuckin' with my math, you better know some trigonometry 'Cause I'ma be bustin', leave your lima bean at your mama feet I flip the economy like Dominique Dawes They say I'm trippin', I guess they wishin' I finally fall I don't need war, I need a bitch that know I'ma need yours I'ma need more, niggas is shifty like Honda Accords Fire alarm, ain't got no ceilings, we climbin' the walls Higher than yours, I fuck your bitch and she die in my arms Lion has roared, No Ceilings 3 with my mind on the fourth Holla at your boy

People around you should really have nothing to say Me, I'm just proud of the fact that you've done it your way And the weekend's here started it right, even if you only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow, party tonight, party tonight Dying to meet your girlfriends that you said you might bring If they're the ones that tell you that you do the right thing, oh Houston girls, love the way it goes down Atlanta girls, love the way it goes down Vegas girls, love the way it goes down But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh, baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You musta done this before, this can't be your first time We musta been here before, it's still fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but won't find You musta done this before, this can't be your first time They keep telling me don't save you If I ignore all that advice, then something isn't right Then who will I complain to? But the weekend's here, started it right, even if I only get part of it right Live for today, plan for tomorrow, party tonight, party tonight You got your guards up, I do too, there's things we might discover 'Cause you got a past and I do too, we're perfect for each other Houston girls, love the way it goes down Atlanta girls, love the way it goes down Vegas girls, love the way it goes down But I gotta say, oh, baby, oh, baby, why is this so familiar? Just met her, already feel like I know the real her You musta done this before, this can't be your first time We musta been here before, cause girl you're fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but won't find You musta done this before, this can't be your first time 'Cause to her I'm just a rapper, and soon she'll have met another So if tonight's an accident, tomorrow we'll recover And I know I'm not supposed to judge a book by its cover I don't wanna be in the blind, but sometimes I Stevie Wonder About her, and she with it if I'm with it, and I'm with it I know what makes her smile, but I wan' know what makes her different Or should I just be realistic? Lipstick on the glass See I know this ain't your first, but it's better than your last, Tunechi You musta done this before, this can't be your first time We musta been here before, cause girl you're fresh on my mind You got that shit that somebody would look for but won't find You musta done this before, this can't be your first time Shower her with dollar tips Shawty went and bought a whip Guarantee the city remember your whole name You throw that hoe a scholarship All of them ain't all equipped And this saddens me, I see the pecking order Quote-unquote "Bad bitches" work the whole floor Those that get laughed at sit off in the corner Like a lab rat nobody want her Niggas that are married don't wanna go home But we look up to them, they wish they were us They want some new trim, we lust for some trust Now the both of us are colorblind 'Cause the other side looks greener Which leaves your turf in the Boise state Can't see her play or the team, cuz Everybody has an addiction, mine happens to be you And those who say they don't Souls will later on say to them "That ain't true" All of them will have an opinion But y'all know what you can do with them But if you unsure, I'll take you on tour To a place I can stick that in Well, sitting here sad as hell Listening to Adele, I feel you baby Someone like you, more like someone unlike you Or someone that's familiar maybe And I can tell that she wants a baby And I can yell, girl, that you're crazy Oh what the hell? Nope, can't be lazy Please be careful, bitches got the rabies

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