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There are many ways to say, ‘I love you’
There are many ways to say, ‘I care about you’
Many ways, many ways
Many ways to say, ‘I love you’

There are many ways to say, ‘I love you’
Just by being there when things are sad and scary
Just by being there, being there
Being there to say, ‘I love you’

Cleaning up a room can say, ‘I love you’
Hanging up a coat before you’re asked to do it
Drawing special pictures for the holidays
And making plays

You’ll find many ways to say, ‘I love you’
You’ll find many ways to understand what love is
Many ways, many ways
Many ways to say, ‘I love you’

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & A$AP Ferg]
Young Money
Ayo Ferg
Yeah

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
Yamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior
Hermès link could feed a village in Liberia
TMZ taking pictures, causin’ mad hysteria
Momma see me on BET and started tearin’ up
I’mma start killin’ niggas, how you get that trife?
I attended Harlem picnics where you risked your life
Uncle used to skim work, sellin’ nicks at night
I was only 8 years old, watching Nick at Nite
Uncle Psycho was in that bathroom buggin’!
Knife to his guts hope Daddy don’t cut him
Suicidal thoughts brought to me with no advisory
He was pitchin’ dummy, sellin’ fiends mad ivory
Grandma had the arthritis in her hands, bad!
She was poppin’ pills like rappers in society
I fuck yo bitch for the irony
I’ll send Meechy at yo hoe if yo bitch keep eyein’ me

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane

[Post-Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’ (Yeah)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’ (You already know, Harlem)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’ (Queens)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin’ (Queens for the Kings of the Queens)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, I’ma explain why you probably never see me
I push a Lamborghini, chocha magic like Houdini
My body shaped like Jeannie, booty dreamy, waist is teeny
Yes, I told him to get TIDAL so he stream me when he leave me
I go hard in the booth, Biggie vibes, gimme the loot
I’m a classy millionaire, bitches ain’t got the couth
C-O-U-T-H ’cause you can’t spell it either
If I call him then he comin’ home running, Derek Jeter
Bitches must be eatin’ ass because I swear they’re bottom feeders
Hoe, you know that you my son, I shoulda scrapped you as a fetus
All these bitches rockin’ inches ’cause they followin’ the leader
I should switch it up on hoes and rock a Afro like Lupita’s
I don’t keep up with the Joneses but I do know Catherine Zeta
I’m with Candice, TT, Thembi, and Viola, mi amiga
Rap bitches they gotta check in with the Queen
I’m the Alpha, the Omega, everything in between, uh

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah
Check in with me, then do your job
Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain
This is Monse, patty Plain Jane
Ride with Minaj, mmh Mashallah
Check in with me, then do your job
Queen is the name, Rafaello did the chain
This is Monse, patty Plain Jane

[Post-Hook: Nicki Minaj]
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin’
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin’
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin’
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin’

[Outro: Nicki Minaj, A$AP Ferg, & Kirk Knight]
Brrt
Kirk Kneezy on the beat
Yo, you know this here for the city, nigga
Gold chains, Plain Janes, and all that ’cause…

[Verse 1]
Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell ’em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, oh that’s my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Verse 2]
Guess it’s just the way that I’m dressed, ain’t it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain’t
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body’s banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain’t slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don’t know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho…

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) get your vinyls

[Verse 3]
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain’t got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma’am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Verse 1]
Now this shit’s about to kick off, this party looks wack
Let’s take it back to straight hip-hop and start it from scratch
I’m bout to bloody this track up, everybody get back
That’s why my pen needs a pad cause my rhymes on the ra-aag
Just like I did with addiction I’m ’bout to kick it
Like a magician, critics I turn to crickets
Got em still on the fence whether to picket
But quick to get it impaled when I tell ’em stick it
So sick I’m looking pale, oh that’s my pigment
Bout to go ham, ya bish, shout out to Kendrick
Let’s bring it back to that vintage Slim, bitch
The art of MCing mixed with da Vinci and MC Ren
And I don’t mean Stimpy’s friend, bitch
Been public enemy since you thought PE was gym, bitch

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Verse 2]
Guess it’s just the way that I’m dressed, ain’t it?
Khakis pressed, Nike shoes crispy and fresh laced, so I guess it ain’t
That aftershave or cologne that made them just faint
Plus I showed up with a coat fresher than wet paint
So if love is a chess game, check mate
But girl your body’s banging, jump me in, dang – bang-bang
Yessiree Bob I was thinking the same thing
So come get on this Kid’s rock, baw-wit-da-baw dang-dang
P-p-p pow-pow, chicka, bow, chicka, wow-wow
Got your gal blowing up a val-v-v-v-val-valve
Ain’t slowing down, throw in the towel, t-t-tow-towel
Dumb it down, I don’t know how (huh-huh) how-how
At least I know that I don’t know
Question is are you bozos smart enough to feel stupid
Hope so, now ho…

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go
I say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berzerk) get your vinyls

[Verse 3]
They say that love is powerful as cough syrup in Styrofoam
All I know is I fell asleep and woke up in that Monte Carlo
With the ugly Kardashian, Lamar, oh sorry yo
We done both set the bar low
Far as hard drugs are though
That’s the past, but I done did enough codeine to knock Future into tomorrow
And girl I ain’t got no money to borrow
But I am trying to find a way to get you alone (car note)
Oh, Marshall Mathers
Shit head with a potty mouth, get the bar of soap lathered
Kangols and Carhartt-less Cargos
Girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
Don’t be absurd, ma’am
You birdbrain baby I ain’t called anybody baby since Birdman
(Unless you’re a swallow)
Word, Rick, word man you heard, but don’t be discouraged girl
This is your jam, unless you got toe jam

[Bridge]
Kick your shoes off
Let your hair down and (go berserk) all night long
Grow your beard out
Just weird out and (go berserk) all night long

[Hook]
We’re gonna rock this house until we knock it down
So turn the volume loud, cause it’s mayhem ’til the a.m.
So baby make just like K-Fed and let yourself go, let yourself go
Say fuck it before we kick the bucket
Life’s too short to not go for broke
So everybody, everybody (go berserk) grab your vile, yeah

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 1: Eminem]
Cadillac Sevilles, coupe DeVilles
Brain-dead rims, yeah, stupid wheels
Girl, I’m too for real, lose your tooth-and-nail
Tryna fight it, try to deny it, stupid you will feel
What I do, I do at will
Shootin’ from the hip, yeah boy, I shoot to kill
Half a breath left on my death-bed
Screaming, “F that!” – yeah, super-ill
Baby, what the deal? We can chill
Split a half a pill and a Happy Meal
Fuck a steak slut, I’ll cut my toes off
And step on the receipt ‘fore I foot the bill
Listen, garden tool, don’t make me introduce you
To my power tool, you know the fuckin’ drill
How you douchebags feel knowin’ you’re disposable?
Summer’s Eve, Massengill
Shady’s got the mass appeal
Baby, crank the shit, ’cause it’s your goddamn jam
You said that you want your punchlines a little more compact—well, shorty, I’m that man
These other cats ain’t metaphorically where I’m at, man
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium
And said: “Settle your fuckin’ ass down!
I’m ready for combat, man!”
Get it? Calm Batman, nah
Ain’t nobody who’s as bomb and as nuts
Lines are like Mom’s CAT-scans
‘Cause they fuckin’ go bananas
Honey, I applaud that ass
Swear to God, man, these broads can’t dance
Ma, show them how it’s done
Spaz like a goddamn Taz, yeah

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Girl, shake that ass like a donkey with Parkinson’s
Make like Michael J. Fox is in your drawers
Playin’ with an etch-a-sketch
Bet you that you’ll never guess
Who’s knockin’ at your door, people hit the floors
Yeah, tonight, ladies, you gonna get divorced
Girl, forget remorse, I’ma hit you broads
With Chris’s force like you pissed him off
Talented with the tongue, mothafucka
You ain’t got a lick in yours
Hittin’ licks like I’m robbin’ liquor stores
Makin’ cash registers shit their drawers
Think you spit the rawest?
I’m an uncooked slab of beef layin’ on your kitchen floor
In other words, I’m off the meat rack
Bring the beat back, bring in two extension cords
I’ma measure my dick—shit, I need six inches more
Fuck, my dick’s big, bitch, need I remind you
That I don’t need the fuckin’ swine flu to be a sick pig?
You’re addicted, I’m dope
I’m the longest needle around here—need a fix, ock?
I’m the big shot—get it, dick-snots?
You’re just small pokes, little pricks
Girl, you think that other prick’s hot?
I’ll drink gasoline and eat a lit match
Before I sit back and let him get hotter
Better call the cops on him quick, fast
Shady’s right back on your bitch-ass
White trash with a half a six-pack in his hatchback
Trailer hitch attached to the back, dispatch

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Bitch, am I the reason that your boyfriend stopped rappin’?
Does a bird chirp? Does Lil’ Wayne slurp ‘zurp
‘Til he burps and smoke purp?
Does a word search get circles wrapped around it
Like you do when I come through?
I’d like you to remind yourself of what the fuck I can do
When I’m on the mic
Oh, you’re the kind of girl that I could take a likin’ to
Psych! I’m spikin’ you like a football
Been this way since I stood a foot tall
You’re a good catch with a shitty spouse
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw
Give me good brain, watch the wood-grain
Don’t want no cum stain—bitch, you listenin’?
Tryin’ to turn me down, slut, I’m talkin’ to you
Turn me back up! Are you insane?!
Tryin’ to talk over me in the car
Shut the fuck up while my shit’s playin’!
I’m a shit stain on the underwear of life
What’s the saying? Where there’s thunder, there is light-
-ning and they say that it never strikes twice in the same place, so how the fuck have I been hit six times
In three different locations on four separate occasions?
And you can bet your stankin’ ass
That I’ve come to smash everything in my path
Fork was in the road, took the psycho path
Poison Ivy wouldn’t have me thinkin’ rash
So hit the dance-floor, cutie, while I do my duty
On this microphone; shake your booty, shorty!
I’m the shit—why you think Proof used to call me "Doody"?

[Hook: Pink]
You can sound the alarm
You can call out your guards
You can fence in your yard
You can hold all the cards
But I won’t back down
Oh no, I won’t back down, oh no