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[Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (yuh)
Lamb talk (yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, Honcho)

[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh
Rag talk (rag)
Bring that cash out (bag)
These bitches ass out (woah)
Who gon’ back down? (Who?)
We can’t back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?)
Toe tag now (Who? Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin’ it
You gon’ have to pay your percentage (hey)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
We’ll come get it with interest (go)
Niggas be dissin’ on Twitter and still believin’ they gon’ get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
You know we gon’ handle the business (yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they filed out (yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, pray they don’t turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit ’em up (woo), nigga can’t fight at us
Hit ’em up, really gon’ split ’em up
Diamond gon’, diamond gon’, diamond gon’ bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl eat it up, eat it up
Ain’t nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)

[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (snotty)
Welcome to Honcho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil’ money for my niggas, minus it (go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil’ niggas don’t want the violence (no smoke, no smoke)
Migos scrap, issue silence (pshew, pshew, pshew)
It’s a shame, these young niggas drinkin’ Wocky (Wock’, Wock’)
And Quali
Me and Wop, we drinkin’ Act’ at one Follie’s (Guwop!)
They let me in with that Gat, know it’s just…
Designer clothes, flexin’, M.E.T. Gala carpet
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
All these hoes stalkin’ (stalkin’)
Shake these haters off me (shake it)
You got a big mouth (big mouth)
Like a gator talkin’ (gator)
Then I take the pot, skrrt, skrrt
Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I’m from New Orleans
Lil’ bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won’t report it (she swear she down)

[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

[Intro: Future]
Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Hold up, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Rollin’ weed, sir
Big ol’ rings, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, headline tour, sir, with the bands, sir (band, sir)
I ain’t pressed, sir, over a band, sir (band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she’s a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can’t keep her man off my Instagram, sir (‘Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I’m still the master (master)
I’m whippin’ foreigns to make ’em go faster (faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (passed her)
Icy Patek, tell ’em, “Kiss my ass, sir.” (ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster)
Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster)
He said, “You bad, Nicki,” I said, “Thanks, sir.” (thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I’m The Answer (Answer)
I’m in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir)
These niggas broke, they ain’t got no plans, sir (plans, sir)
I call ’em Sway, they ain’t got the answer (answer)
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser (chaser)
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir (face, sir)
They double tap, sir, it’s a fact, sir (fact, sir)
All the comments sayin’, “It’s a snack,” sir (snack, sir)
New bae, I’m his dirty dancer (dancer)
I said I wouldn’t but I took a chance, sir (chance, sir)
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer (Prancer)
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir (Cannes, sir)
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx

[Chorus: Future]
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

[Verse 2: Future]
Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad)
I’m livin’ lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (fuck all the static)
Out on bond service, servin’ dope, sir
Where I’m from, sir, they’ll serve your mom, sir (serve your mom, sir)
Cocaina dealin’, jackboy, sir (jackboy)
Stars in the ceilin’, sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster)
Jeff Gordan sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
He wanna body, sir, you tryna get some stains, sir

[Chorus: Future]
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir

[Outro: Future & Nicki Minaj]
Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Fuck baby I – I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love
You givin up (up)
On love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love), yeah

[Pre-Chorus 1: Nicki Minaj]
Honestly I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don’t think I’m talking to the right you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you, girl)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
Fuck baby I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I’ma hit decline for real
I ain’t trying for a second time for real

[Pre-Chorus 2: The Weeknd]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you (excites you)
All that drama that you’re tied to (oh yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya baby)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t (guess I didn’t girl)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (oh yeah)
Fuck baby I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (’round for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents

This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix

You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Boy I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin’
Won’t you say what’s on your mind
Cause each and every time you need me
You give me signs
But when I ask you what’s the deal
You hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me
You gotta keep it real
Tell me what’s goin’ on
Tell me how you feel
Cause boy I know you want me
Just as much as I want you
So come and get my love
It’s all here for you, oh yeah

You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

If you keep actin’ this way
You’re gonna lose my love
I ain’t got no time to play
You better hurry up
Cause every time I come around
Crews run around your way
I see you on the corner
But you don’t know what to say
When I walk up to you baby
You seem so shy
What’s the problem baby
Never had a girl like I (this is the remix)
I can see right through you
And you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together
Cause you’re running out of time

You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don’t want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care

Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You’re guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don’t care ’bout your size
Girl shake your thighs
All I’m tryin’ to do
In the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny’s Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin’ like
No-limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the
Young supremes, sing it

This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix
This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix

You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah