Chyeah, Young Mula, baby
Good morning New York
What up New Orleans?
Yo, what you want me to do Weezy?
Get 'em, baby
Alright, daddy
Nicki Lewinsky
I got a fetish for boys that's pushin' them nice toys (kyuh)
A fetish for them boys that's fresher than altoids
I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauri's
If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (yo)
He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it
The Louis duffle bag, had about a mil' in it (Nicki Minaj)
From here to Trinidad, man, I should've been did it (why?)
'Cause everything I had, I just doubled them digits
That's the kinda dude that can roll with the President
Sit up in the Rolls maybe, roll to my residence
Stay around Fendi (okay), he love my spaghetti
He let me do my thing, he don't never act petty (word)
If he ringin', I'm dippin', put the ring in my lip in
I just give 'em wink, what the f*ck did you think?
Now he spendin' and trickin', so the chickens is trippin'
I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh, hahahaha)
That's what my girls say, everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Money)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Okay, come on
Good evening New York
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car look better than your woman
My woman look better than your mama
And I don't wanna name, or number, just some brain from her, nah
I ain't came in a Hummer, that's a Bentley Marlow on her
I'm nasty on the beat like The Runners, I'm a gunner
Like a hunter with a gun, with a deer right in front 'em
I'ma send 'em to who brung him, let Nina Ross tongue him
Oh, back to the subject, I'm ballin' without a budget
I'm a big spender, but I ain't done yet
I'ma keep that shit runnin', like I'm Marshall Faulk's son and
On a Sunday, I'm Devin Hester, you don't want to punt it
You do it but I done it, I stun it, I spun it
That's what my girls say (ya dig?)
Everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé
When we thirsty (Young Mula, baby)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Uh-huh, okay (Nicki Minaj, the mistress, ya dig?)
Come on
Nicki Minaj, man, A.K.A. Nicki Lewinsky, man
What's up New York, man
Dirty Money, Fendi, I see you
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, hey big spender
Yeah, like I said, man, Nicki Minaj
You bitches open up your pussies and get ready, yeah
Nicki Lewinsky, the mistress, don't tell her I said that
Nicki Minaj - Young Money Capo Lyrics
Nicki Minaj - Young Money Capo Lyrics
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Chyeah, Young Mula, baby
Good morning New York
What up New Orleans?
Yo, what you want me to do Weezy?
Get 'em, baby
Alright, daddy
Nicki Lewinsky
I got a fetish for boys that's pushin' them nice toys (kyuh)
A fetish for them boys that's fresher than altoids
I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauri's
If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (yo)
He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it
The Louis duffle bag, had about a mil' in it (Nicki Minaj)
From here to Trinidad, man, I should've been did it (why?)
'Cause everything I had, I just doubled them digits
That's the kinda dude that can roll with the President
Sit up in the Rolls maybe, roll to my residence
Stay around Fendi (okay), he love my spaghetti
He let me do my thing, he don't never act petty (word)
If he ringin', I'm dippin', put the ring in my lip in
I just give 'em wink, what the f*ck did you think?
Now he spendin' and trickin', so the chickens is trippin'
I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh, hahahaha)
That's what my girls say, everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Money)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Okay, come on
Good evening New York
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car look better than your woman
My woman look better than your mama
And I don't wanna name, or number, just some brain from her, nah
I ain't came in a Hummer, that's a Bentley Marlow on her
I'm nasty on the beat like The Runners, I'm a gunner
Like a hunter with a gun, with a deer right in front 'em
I'ma send 'em to who brung him, let Nina Ross tongue him
Oh, back to the subject, I'm ballin' without a budget
I'm a big spender, but I ain't done yet
I'ma keep that shit runnin', like I'm Marshall Faulk's son and
On a Sunday, I'm Devin Hester, you don't want to punt it
You do it but I done it, I stun it, I spun it
That's what my girls say (ya dig?)
Everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé
When we thirsty (Young Mula, baby)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Uh-huh, okay (Nicki Minaj, the mistress, ya dig?)
Come on
Nicki Minaj, man, A.K.A. Nicki Lewinsky, man
What's up New York, man
Dirty Money, Fendi, I see you
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, hey big spender
Yeah, like I said, man, Nicki Minaj
You bitches open up your pussies and get ready, yeah
Nicki Lewinsky, the mistress, don't tell her I said that
Good morning New York
What up New Orleans?
Yo, what you want me to do Weezy?
Get 'em, baby
Alright, daddy
Nicki Lewinsky
I got a fetish for boys that's pushin' them nice toys (kyuh)
A fetish for them boys that's fresher than altoids
I got a thing for a dude in a fresh pair of Mauri's
If he rockin' 'em right, then I might let him call me (yo)
He put the Prada bag, wit' the Prada heels with it
The Louis duffle bag, had about a mil' in it (Nicki Minaj)
From here to Trinidad, man, I should've been did it (why?)
'Cause everything I had, I just doubled them digits
That's the kinda dude that can roll with the President
Sit up in the Rolls maybe, roll to my residence
Stay around Fendi (okay), he love my spaghetti
He let me do my thing, he don't never act petty (word)
If he ringin', I'm dippin', put the ring in my lip in
I just give 'em wink, what the f*ck did you think?
Now he spendin' and trickin', so the chickens is trippin'
I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh), I'm like (kyuh, hahahaha)
That's what my girls say, everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé when we thirsty (Young Money)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Okay, come on
Good evening New York
That mean I live by the beach
Sand on the welcome mat, flyer than a Falcon
Black tires, black rims, just to help 'em look good
In the summer, my car look better than your woman
My woman look better than your mama
And I don't wanna name, or number, just some brain from her, nah
I ain't came in a Hummer, that's a Bentley Marlow on her
I'm nasty on the beat like The Runners, I'm a gunner
Like a hunter with a gun, with a deer right in front 'em
I'ma send 'em to who brung him, let Nina Ross tongue him
Oh, back to the subject, I'm ballin' without a budget
I'm a big spender, but I ain't done yet
I'ma keep that shit runnin', like I'm Marshall Faulk's son and
On a Sunday, I'm Devin Hester, you don't want to punt it
You do it but I done it, I stun it, I spun it
That's what my girls say (ya dig?)
Everyday my birthday
Young Money, sippin' Rosé
When we thirsty (Young Mula, baby)
Kyuh, kyuh (kyuh)
Uh-huh, okay (Nicki Minaj, the mistress, ya dig?)
Come on
Nicki Minaj, man, A.K.A. Nicki Lewinsky, man
What's up New York, man
Dirty Money, Fendi, I see you
Young Mula, baby
Yeah, hey big spender
Yeah, like I said, man, Nicki Minaj
You bitches open up your pussies and get ready, yeah
Nicki Lewinsky, the mistress, don't tell her I said that
Writer: Onika Tanya Maraj, Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group