We Go Up – Nicki Minaj ft. Fivio Foreign

Quotable Lyrics:
Ayo, this week, ‘Rari, next week, Lambo
B*tch, I’m fly, I don’t land, though
This they funeral, start the service
Say my name, make ’em nervous

Uh, these b*tches is salty, I give them pressure
Uh, these b*tches is salty, pass mе the pepper
Uh, thеse b*tches be jackin’ me like the Ripper
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper
Uh, I know they teabaggin’, b*tches is testy
Get you a vacuum, b*tches is messy

Let’s see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This sh*t ain’t new to me, sh*t is just new to y’all
I wish a b*tch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
(Brrt), look up, we shootin’ stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
B*tches don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b*tches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b*tch would spin, I’m like, “Please show up”
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b*tch for the streets, grow up
‘Cause you the type to say that sh*t and knock a freak h*e up (Ugh