The Boys

P-p-p-p-punchline queen, no boxer though

Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though

Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"

Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho

They shoulda said I got five and a possible

D-d-don't go against Nicki, impossible

I done came through with my wrist on popsicle

Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, ****

Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel

Diamond watches and a gold chain

Can't make my frown turn around

The boys always spendin' all their money on love

The boys always spendin' all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

B-b-b-b-bald-headed pussy got lots of juice

Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes

Watch the deuce, man, I stingy with my kitty cat, daddy, "Did you ever really love me Steebie?"

Brrr, pull up in the brrr, wrist on brrr, pussy on purr-rrr

I don't even brake when I'm backin' up

I swerve on a **** if he actin' up

I done pushed more sixes than a playdate

Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, ****

Your bossed-up swag got 'em droolin' like a newborn babe

The dollars in they eyes got 'em blinded by your masquerade

The boys always spendin' all their money on love

The boys always spendin' all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

I-I-I-I-I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts

Girls is my sons, carried them for eight months

And yes, you're pre-mature, Young Money to the core

I might give you a ticket so you could come see the tour

Oh, that's your new girl? That's that mid-grade

Buck-fifty on your face with the switchblade

Or the razor, yeah, the razor

She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her

Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper

Them V-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out

I told 'em Nicki be chillin', I'ma keep hurtin' they feelings

Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen

You couldn't even be trippin', you can't afford a vacation

I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians

You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum

I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

The boys always spendin' all their money on love

The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Uh-huh)

The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money)

The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Cassie)