Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang I guess I went commercial Just shot a commercial When I flew to the set though I ain't fly commercial And the ad is global, yep Your ad was local Where we shot it was a lot of different agriculture's So I laugh at hopefuls Nicki pop, only thing that's pop is my endorsement I, fuck around I have to go and reinforce the glock Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Is it me or did I just put these rap bitches on the map again You mad 'cause I'm at the Grammys with the Vatican You in the booth, but I'm who you be channeling Why they never bring your name up at the panel then? Hottest MC's, top five You need money, I got mine More knots than Eric from Basketball wives (ya dig?) Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang I couldn't do your TV show I needed ten more mill Not 10 on the back, I need 10 on signing Give that shit to a washed up, bitch I'm winning If I had a label I would never sign you hoes Take bitches to school then I columbine these hoes I hear the slick shit, bitch you washed All you hoes crying: Christopher Bosh Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Ayo, now when I tell 'em it's Barbie bitch Yes I really do mean that it's Barbie bitch Ask Mattel, they auction my Barbie bitch Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie bitch You at the bottom of the barrel scraping I'm out in LA, at the Ice Age taping I'm chilling at the top I got ample time Bite me, apple sign Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Kush on my breath, cocaine on my tongue Eat that pussy make it numb She can't feel herself cum Got a body on my gun Fuck the world with my thumb Pop a molly smoke a blunt That mean I'm a high roller My ex wanna work it out, bitch try Yoga Two hoes in the bed, tell 'em hoe slide over Excuse my French, two bitches and moi That's a Nicki Ménage à Trois Ha Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang My shit so cold man, it don't even stink Destructive ass nigga, watch me break the bank Weezy F, and the F is for Fill in the blanks And I say shout out Mack Maine Back yard bully And the weed purple like a black girl pussy Word, middle finger on the trigger Uh, so that it mean, fuck a nigga Bang, my shit bang, it bang bang B-b-bang, my shit bang it bang bang Bang bang-bang, my bitch bang She bang bang Well that's cause my bitch is Nina Ross and She bang b-bang bang Bang bang, she go bang, bang (Bang-bang, bang, bang-bang) We bang, bang-bang Bang, b-b-b-bang, bang we blood gang

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So f- I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen Plasma "Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad b-, I'm a c- And I'll kick that h- punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, b-, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't f- with You lil' brag-a-lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I eat your face off You n- sweet as pie like this is a bake off I love Nicki's curves, swing at the baseball Errrrrrr! I beat your brakes off Hi, I'm Tune', salt in the wound I'm up in this b-, pardon the goons Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom I like a big wet p- with a fork and a spoon I got money and the power, a woman in the shower And she don't want nothin' but my Johnson, Howard Sour D's and a swisher sweet, sweet and sour You scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible Huh, I don't know what y'all on Please, I go in like "Goin" Dr-drink in my hand with the world in the other The U- go brrrrrrr, stutter Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name should be Victor Old a- rappers, I'm still the sh-, old-ass Pampers Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin' I'm just pluckin' my ashes, I'ma puff it and pass it I'm a f- assassin, you should jump in a casket Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you b- on? Is it my fault that all of you b- gone? Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little h- Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that b- mad 'cause I took the spot? Well, b-, if you ain't sh-, then get off the pot Got some n- out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I-I-I-I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherf- boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my n- gettin' buck, overbite I see them dusty-a- Filas, Levi's Raggedy Ann, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These b- callin' me Manning Eli (Manning Eli), Manning Eli These bitches callin' me Manning Eli!! Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Lil Weezy What's going on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mother's warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Back on my set Tool in my hand Big money was the plan So i'm back where I started Back where it come from Back where we went wit it Third ward soldier out the Phantom doing big business Situations thick you got the homie toting two two's Comin back old skool Did it like he want to Headed to the pen now he back up on the slab Big money of the ab Hundred g's in cash Brand new whip, old skool Caddy The dump truck A stash spot Then came up Its more 1's Nigga Versace sheets Serve is more money in the new fleet How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Bought a new Phantom Suede with the gators Brand new Louis always ready to spray it Like father like son Money is a must These hoe's we don't trust Brand new trucks Shined every summer Ran wit the numbers Stash spot cool got a 50 piece humming Back up on my saddle nigga hustle for my shine Just an ordinary nigga on a million dollar grind Big timer old skool, new skool nigga Is more money homie More money more money more money homie My b-tchs paid Cavalli Shades Blowin haze, Everyday How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus Flip another hundred Get another Hundred Spend another Hundred Burn another Hundred Blow another Hundred Fuck another Hundred Get big money nigga, Stuntin on a hundred 50 Whips extra clips did it for the sunshine Garbage bag full hard body wit a fireline Flip another brick, Drink a little dip Stunna Island nigga shinin' wit a bad bitch AR Nigga, riding skinny tires Fully loaded high when you floatin' in the sky Rockin' Gucci blades, ridin triple blades Tats on the face, A Nigga's been paid How come gettin money never gets boring How come gettin money never gets boring Baby I gotta stack, what you gonna do for it Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus And you bring it back back back back back back back And you bring it back back back back back like a motherf-ckin chorus

(Feat. Lil' Wayne) 100... stunna!.wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!.we ride and die fo this money nigga!.(haha) its your turn. Lil wayne chrous (2x) I gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) Birdman Dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight... so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya.killa Lil wayne (chorus) x2 Birdman verse 2 Sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket.co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy, i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out.nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!...(we kil) (Stunna baby) Lil wayne chrous 2x And im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah)

(Intro) Uptown... Yeah... yeah.nigga Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood (uptown) Show you what we livin' like (uptown) (Lil Wayne) Shhh Gangsta to the core Ankle wrap flamer Paint your kitchen floor With your whore Shit you can't ignore Things you endure when u f**kin wit the boy All I hear is weezy don't kill me no more I hear your bullshit I play mat at door I'm not a category I ain't there wit ya'll I got a positive vibe but i ain't scared of ya'll Get the kid nigga did never that at all That rat a tat go off A black kak kak kak I gotta bitch so fine her name perrion(?) She know how to stash quarters in a carry on I blow outta town Grass when i'm outta town Uptown in the building not a sound 'Cause killaz don't get heard about They get whispered about Or you get murdered out (nigga) (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Burnin homie Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you what we livin' like (Walkin' like a man Finger on the trigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Birdman) The first shot The first nigga got shot We bust him open like a blunt on a marley nigga (yeah) A hundred g's Nigga score some keys Then we went to the hood and then we started to ball nigga (started to ball) We know them people been paper chasin So we stay out the way then we pull out the hardest nigga We keep the gats close, incase you wan know You come to the hood i bet you a target nigga Its all good till you catch a case A nigga never escape 'cause you edicted to money nigga Well let me bring you back yesterday I lil homie i know got full of that barma nigga F**kin round wit that kid and play Nigga f**kin wit gs a nigga twisted his body nigga Well let me tell you bout this game i know You keep flippin dough homie you'll be ridin the flyest nigga (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) (Lil Wayne) Got it on your mind let daddy say sumtin All that play buckin Gon get your face buttoned up Now when you smirk You look like jay-z's shirt F**kin wit that turf, i'm puffin on that smurf F**k it come holla and tell that poppa put away your dollas Your son got choppas And if you got enemies (yeah) Your son got enemies (believe that) That's uptown energy nigga! (Birdman) Don't waste no time on no bullshit If it ain't hood shit We spend a lil paper nigga Well if you catch em in the hood nigga It's all good shit Go head do me that favor nigga Well let me take you down deep in the inside It's where they hustle and the homies try to get it right It's when you gotta ride It's when the homie die And the money can't stop the pain in the inside (Chorus: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Well let me take to to the neck of the woods In my hood uptown Show you wat we livin like (Walkin like a man Finger on the tigger got money in my pocket I'm a uptown nigga NIGGA!) Uptown...(repeat) (Birdman talks till end)