My Nigga (Remix) - YG feat Lil Wayne, Meek Mill, Rich Homie Quan & Nicki Minaj
[YG]
I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out; Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted n_ggas work - OH-OHHH~!)
You say you want that head up but we don't fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, they knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth?!)
Nine milli pokin' out, fo-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about
[Lil Wayne]
I'd die for my motherf_ckin' n_gga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherf_ckin' n_gga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherf_ckin' n_gga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf_ckin' n_gga
Real talk, I don't really f_ck with too many n_ggas
Cause n_ggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the f_ckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top boss, s_ck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no hoe
And my n_ggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you buy for my motherf_ckin' n_ggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my f_ckin' n_ggas, he-heh
I kill for my motherf_ckin' n_ggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you n_ggas
I swear it's f_ck all y'all n_ggas... except my n_ggas
OWW~!
[Chorus - Rich Homie Quan (Wayne & Rich Homie):]
I said that I'm a ride for my motherf_ckin' n_gga (Tunechi!)
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my n_ggas
(And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n_gga)
(My n_gga, my n_gga...)
(My n_gga, my n_gga) My motherf_ckin' n_ggas!
(My n_gga, my n_gga) My n_gga, my n_gga
My n_gga, my n_gga - yeah...
[Meek Mill]
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf_ckin' n_ggas (stacks)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherf_ckin' hittas (stacks)
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger (Durk!)
And when we on that lean, we ain't f_ckin' with the liquor (no)
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b_tches (to the b_tches)
... She keep likin' all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "Can't get up!" (YOU CAN'T)
Same n_gga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing change
C-C-Catch me out in Collins screamin' "Money ain't a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out "4 Hunnid!" YG that's my n_gga (my n_gga)
Cause I been in the field life on the line with' him (line with' him)
And if it's really good, why I prolly die with' 'em (die with' 'em)
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em - WHOA~!
[Chorus]
[Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n_gga
I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n_gga?
You nig, you n_ggas ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy b_tches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me b_tches"
Flossy b_tches, Sergio Rossi, b_tches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, b_tches!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my b_tches
I'm so f_ckin' rich I cop rides for my b_tches
Dollar menu fries, apple pies, out the b_tches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b_tches; b_tches, my b_tches
I need a n_gga with some Diff'rent Strokes - Todd Bridges
Shout out to my MAIN b_tches and my side b_tches
Need a n_gga with some good neck - ostriches
... My n_ggas
[Chorus]
[Nicki Minaj - over Chorus]
New York to Compton
Got YG with me so don't get stomped in, uh-huh
Y'all know who the f_ck it is
See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, B_TCH~!
And when you come out, it's gon' burn you b_tches like
You better get your motherf_ckin' oven mitt, B_TCH~!
{"Mustard on the beat, ho~! "} HA-HAAAAA!
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