[00:00.00] 作词 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
[00:06.78]Yo, I never ****ed Wayne,
[00:08.80]I never ****ed Drake
[00:10.10]All my life, man, ****'s sake
[00:12.13]If I did I did a menage with em
[00:13.91]And let em eat my ass like a cupcake
[00:15.95]My man full, he just ate,
[00:17.96]I don't duck nobody but tape
[00:20.00]Yeah, that was a set up
[00:21.97]for a punchline on duct tape
[00:23.68]
[00:24.20]Worried bout if my butt's fake
[00:26.04]Worried about John's singing us Drake
[00:27.58]
[00:28.09]These girls are my sons,
[00:29.83]John and Kate plus eight
[00:31.95]When I walk in, sit up straight,
[00:33.84]I don't give a **** if I was late
[00:36.00]Dealing with my man on a G5
[00:37.89]is my idea of an update
[00:39.24]
[00:40.09]Hut one, hut two,
[00:42.24]big bitties, big butt too
[00:44.11]****ing with them real niggas
[00:46.04]Who don't tell niggas what they up to
[00:47.89]Had to show b*****s where the top is,
[00:49.93]ring finger where the rock is
[00:51.90]These hoes couldn't test me even
[00:53.95]if the name was pop quiz
[00:56.09]Bad b*****s who I **** with,
[00:58.17]Mad niggas we don't **** with,
[00:59.96]I don't **** with them chickens unless
[01:01.91]they last name was cutlet
[01:03.33]
[01:04.73]Let it soak in like seasoning
[01:07.26]
[01:08.44]And tell em blow me,
[01:10.63]blow me, Lance Stephenson
[01:12.04]Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
[01:13.50]
[01:15.59]Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
[01:17.33]
[01:19.75]Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
[01:21.35]
[01:23.77]Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
[01:25.56]
[01:27.53]Nothing but real niggas only,
[01:29.52]
[01:30.03]Bad b*****s only
[01:31.30]
[01:31.93]Richest niggas only
[01:33.24]
[01:33.84]Independent b*****s only
[01:35.22]
[01:35.97]Boss niggas only,
[01:37.25]
[01:38.15]Thick b*****s only
[01:39.16]
[01:39.78]I got my real niggas here by my side, only
[01:43.29]
[01:43.92]I never ****ed Nicki
[01:45.10]cause she got a man
[01:46.06]But when that's over
[01:46.82]then I'm the first in line
[01:48.05]And the other day in her Maybach
[01:49.93]I thought god damn,
[01:50.78]this is the perfect time
[01:51.92]We had just come from that video
[01:53.76]You know LA traffic,
[01:54.66]how the city slow
[01:55.95]She was sitting down on that big butt
[01:57.92]But I was still staring
[01:58.91]at the mother****ing though
[01:59.95]
[02:00.86]Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
[02:03.06]I been peeped that you like me you know
[02:04.84]
[02:05.90]Who the **** you really
[02:06.78]wanna be with besides me?
[02:07.91]I mean it doesn't take much
[02:10.52]For us to do this bullshit quietly, I mean
[02:12.34]
[02:13.94]She say I'm obsessed
[02:14.58]with thick women and I agree
[02:15.89]
[02:17.81]That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah
[02:20.93]
[02:21.77]Type to wanna suck you dry
[02:22.82]and then eat some lunch with you
[02:24.07]
[02:25.10]So thick that everyone else
[02:26.81]in the room is so uncomfortable
[02:27.92]
[02:28.90]Ass on Houston Texas,
[02:29.71]but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
[02:32.25]Oh, yeah, you the man in the city
[02:35.11]When the mayor ****ing with you
[02:36.33]The NBA players ****ing with you
[02:37.48]The bad ass b*****s doing makeup
[02:39.15]And hair b*****s with you
[02:40.36]Oh, that's cause I believe in something ,
[02:43.04]not staying for it
[02:43.95]
[02:44.68]And Nicki if you ever tryna ****
[02:45.70]Just give me the heads up
[02:46.56]so I can plan for it
[02:48.00]Raise your bottle
[02:48.46]and cup in the sky
[02:49.29]
[02:51.58]Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
[02:53.19]
[02:55.68]Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
[02:57.30]
[02:59.72]Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
[03:01.42]
[03:03.53]Nothing but real niggas only,
[03:05.10]
[03:06.24]Bad b*****s only
[03:07.21]
[03:08.24]Richest niggas only,
[03:09.18]
[03:09.82]Independent b*****s only
[03:11.20]
[03:12.09]Boss niggas only,
[03:13.20]
[03:14.05]Thick b*****s only
[03:15.33]
[03:15.85]I got my real niggas here by my side, only
[03:19.19]
[03:19.97]I never ****ed Nicki
[03:20.93]and that's ****ed up
[03:22.03]If I did **** her she'd be ****ed up
[03:23.97]Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right
[03:26.01]Cause she acting like
[03:27.35]she need ****ing in her life
[03:28.43]That's another story,
[03:28.81]I'm no story teller
[03:29.51]
[03:30.13]I piss greatness like gold and jello
[03:32.04]All my goons so overzealous
[03:33.31]
[03:33.84]I'm from Holly Groove,
[03:35.10]the holy Mecca
[03:36.00]I got money for days
[03:38.10]I squirm and I shake,
[03:38.82]but I'm stuck in my ways
[03:39.77]My girl from we beed if she wave
[03:42.05]Baby and I ****in'
[03:42.86]with her surfboard, surfboard
[03:44.09]My eyes are so bright,
[03:44.94]I take cover for shade
[03:46.08]Don't have my money?
[03:46.81]I take mothers instead
[03:48.07]You got the hickups,
[03:48.86]you swallowed the truth
[03:50.04]Then I make you burp boy,
[03:51.20]beef eat like sirloin
[03:51.95]I'm talking bout running in houses
[03:53.39]with arm and guns
[03:54.63]So think about your son
[03:55.40]and daughter rooms
[03:56.39]Got too much they got smaller guns
[03:58.00]
[03:58.53]Ain't thinking bout your son
[03:59.30]and daughter rooms
[04:00.12]This is just crazy my nigga,
[04:01.19]
[04:02.43]I mean brazy my nigga
[04:03.19]That money talk,
[04:04.18]I just rephrase it my nigga
[04:05.18]Blood gang take the B,
[04:06.22]I'll behave ya
[04:06.77]I'm for reals
[04:07.52]If you mouth off,
[04:08.89]I blow your face off
[04:09.72]I mean pop-pop-pop,
[04:10.83]take your face off
[04:11.55]Now you see me,
[04:12.84]now you don't
[04:13.88]Like Jamie Foxx,
[04:14.75]acting like Ray Charles
[04:15.80]16 in a clip, one in the chamber
[04:17.90]17 with 17 bullets
[04:20.05]My story is how I went from poor me
[04:22.09]To police pour me a drink
[04:23.13]and celebrate with me
[04:23.85]Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
[04:25.25]
[04:27.60]Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
[04:29.27]
[04:31.58]Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
[04:33.27]
[04:35.53]Oh, if you lame
[04:36.38]and you know it be quiet
[04:37.29]
[04:39.77]Nothing but real niggas only,
[04:41.14]
[04:41.96]Bad b*****s only
[04:43.05]
[04:43.97]Richest niggas only,
[04:45.08]
[04:45.82]Independent b*****s only
[04:47.05]
[04:47.94]Boss niggas only, Thick b*****s only
[04:51.03]
[04:51.74]I got my real niggas here by my side, only

作词 : Carter, Dwayne
作曲 : Carter, Dwayne
Yo, I never ****ed Wayne,
I never ****ed Drake
All my life, man, ****'s sake
If I did I did a menage with em
And let em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate,
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set up
for a punchline on duct tape
Worried bout if my butt's fake
Worried about John's singing us Drake
These girls are my sons,
John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight,
I don't give a **** if I was late
Dealing with my man on a G5
is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two,
big bitties, big butt too
****ing with them real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show b*****s where the top is,
ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me even
if the name was pop quiz
Bad b*****s who I **** with,
Mad niggas we don't **** with,
I don't **** with them chickens unless
they last name was cutlet
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell em blow me,
blow me, Lance Stephenson
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only,
Bad b*****s only
Richest niggas only
Independent b*****s only
Boss niggas only,
Thick b*****s only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never ****ed Nicki
cause she got a man
But when that's over
then I'm the first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn,
this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic,
how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring
at the mother****ing though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me you know
Who the **** you really
wanna be with besides me?
I mean it doesn't take much
For us to do this bullshit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed
with thick women and I agree
That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry
and then eat some lunch with you
So thick that everyone else
in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas,
but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city
When the mayor ****ing with you
The NBA players ****ing with you
The bad ass b*****s doing makeup
And hair b*****s with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something ,
not staying for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna ****
Just give me the heads up
so I can plan for it
Raise your bottle
and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only,
Bad b*****s only
Richest niggas only,
Independent b*****s only
Boss niggas only,
Thick b*****s only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never ****ed Nicki
and that's ****ed up
If I did **** her she'd be ****ed up
Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right
Cause she acting like
she need ****ing in her life
That's another story,
I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold and jello
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove,
the holy Mecca
I got money for days
I squirm and I shake,
but I'm stuck in my ways
My girl from we beed if she wave
Baby and I ****in'
with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright,
I take cover for shade
Don't have my money?
I take mothers instead
You got the hickups,
you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy,
beef eat like sirloin
I'm talking bout running in houses
with arm and guns
So think about your son
and daughter rooms
Got too much they got smaller guns
Ain't thinking bout your son
and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga,
I mean brazy my nigga
That money talk,
I just rephrase it my nigga
Blood gang take the B,
I'll behave ya
I'm for reals
If you mouth off,
I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop,
take your face off
Now you see me,
now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx,
acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink
and celebrate with me
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame
and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only,
Bad b*****s only
Richest niggas only,
Independent b*****s only
Boss niggas only, Thick b*****s only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only