The Boys
Punch line queen, no boxer thoughMight pull up in a Porche, no Boxster thoughTell a hater yo, don’t you got cocks to blowTell ‘em kangaroo Nick I’ll box a hoeThey said I got five in a pasta bowlBut don’t go against Nicki impossibleI’m the king do what my wrist more popsicleMan these hoes couldn’t ball with a toss-to-go n-igga
Your lipstick stainsSmells like a cheap hotelDiamond watches and a gold chainCan't make my frown turn aroundThe boys always spending all their money on loveThe boys always spending all their money on loveThey wanna touch itTaste it, see it, feel itBone it, own it, yeah yeahDollar dollar paper chaserGet that money, yeah yeahYou get high love a bunch of girlsAnd then cry on top of the worldI hope you, have the time of your lifeI hope I, don't lose it tonight
Bonehead p-ssy, got lots of juiceLopsided on the curb so I block the coupesWatch the dudes, man I’m stingy with my putty cat diddyDid you ever love me SteviePurrrr, pull up in a burrrrWrist on brrr, pussy on prrrrerrrI don’t even break when I’m backing upI swerve on a n-gga if he actin’ upI don’ push more sixes then a play dayGet money by the millions, f-ck a day rate n-gga
Your bossed up swagGot 'em drooling like a new born bagThe dollars in their eyesGot them blinded by your masqueradeThe boys always spending all their money on loveThe boys always spending all their money on loveThey wanna touch itTaste it, see it, feel itBone it, own it, yeah yeahDollar dollar paper chaserGet that money, yeah yeahYou get high love a bunch of girlsAnd then cry on top of the worldI hope you, have the time of your lifeI hope I, don't lose it tonight
I put all you b-tches onto them good laced frontsGirls is my sons carry them for 8 monthsAnd yes ya premature, Young Money to the coreI might give you the ticket, so you can come see the tourOh dats you’re new girl, that’s that mid-craveA buck 50 on your face with a switch bladeOr the razor, hear the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain’t raise herLose me hater, I get that loosely paperThem v-necks be studdedI’ll t-rex, be gutted outI tell her Nicki be chillin’I’mma keep her in her feelings, because you’ll never be JordanYou could’nt even be PippenYou couldn’t even be trippinYou can’t afford a vacationI’m out in Haiti with HaitiansI go to Asia with AsiansYou mad dusty, you unload dusty pastaI just come through with a six, like my name was blossom
You get high love a bunch of girlsAnd then cry on top of the worldI hope you, have the time of your lifeI hope I, don't lose it tonightYou get high love a bunch of girlsAnd then cry on top of the worldI hope you, have the time of your lifeI hope I, don't lose it tonightThe boys always spending all their money on loveThe boys always spending all their money on loveThe boys always spending all their money on loveThe boys always spending all their money on loveCassie..