Young Money Ballaz

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Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne - Rap, Trinidad & Tobago

Young Money Ballaz

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[Intro: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj] Kyuh, Young Mula, baby Good morning New York, what up New Orleans What you want me to do Weezy? Get 'em, baby Alright, daddy, Nicki Lewinsky [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne] I got a fetish for boys that's pushin' them nice toys (Kyuh) A fetish for dem boys that's fresher than altoids I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauri's If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (Yo) He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it The Louis dufflebag, had about a mil' in it (Nicki Minaj) From here to Trinidad, man, I should've been did it (Why?) 'Cause everything I had, I just doubled them digits That's the kinda dude that can roll with the President Sit up in the Rolls maybe, roll to my residence Stay around Fendi (Okay), he love my spaghetti He let me do my thing, he don't never act petty (Word) If he ringin', I'm dippin', put the ring in my lip and I just give 'em wink, what the fuck did you think? Now he spendin' and trickin', so the chickens is trippin' I'm like (Kyuh), I'm like (Kyuh), I'm like (Kyuh, hahahaha) [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne] That's what my girls say, everyday my birthday Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Money) Kyuh, kyuh (Kyuh) Okay, come on Good evening New York [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] That mean I live by the beach Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good In the summer, my car look better than your woman My woman look better than your momma And I don't wanna name, or number, just some brain from her, nah I ain't came in a Hummer, that's a Bentley Marlow on her I'm nasty on the beat like the runners, I'm a gunner Like a hunter with a gun, with a deer right in front 'em I'ma send 'em to who brung him, let Nina Ross tongue him Oh, back to the subject, I'm ballin' without a budget I'm a big spender, but I ain't done yet I'ma keep that shit runnin', like I'm Marshall Faulk's son and On a Sunday,I'm Devin Hester, you don't want to punt it You do it but I done it, I stun it, I spun it [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne] That's what my girls say (Ya dig?), everyday my birthday Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Mula, baby) Kyuh, kyuh (Kyuh) Uh-huh, okay (Nicki Minaj, the mistress, ya dig?), come on [Outro: Lil Wanye] Nicki Minaj, man, a.k.a Nicki Lewinsky, man What's up New York, man Dirty Money, Fendi, I see you Young Mula, baby Ayy, Big Spender Yeah, like I said, man, Nicki Minaj You bitches open up your pussies and get ready, yeah Nicki Lewinsky, the mistress, don't tell her I said that

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Credits

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  • Lil Wayne
  • Nicki Minaj