Nicki minaj - Fractions

I fell back, I had a baby, you kow
I did the mother thing, I did the wife thing
All that, yeah (oh yeah, shit)
But I think it's quite clear now
You's need the bad guy

I'm the one who run the city where they armed and vicious
Accusations on them blogs and they all fictitious
I done bent the realest blocks, pushed the hardest sixes
Keep a couple killas that don't care how far them licks is, look
Bitches act like they want action, heard they want action
Bitch, we ain't duckin' no action
I'm 'bout to give 'em that traction, send a distraction
Then I'ma line 'em like fractions
Took a break I let them live, look at all them eatin'
But these bitches gone be mad once I call this meetin'
'Cause they gotta move around once the queen is queenin'
'Bout to put out all this crack 'cause my fiends is fiendin', uh
I put these bitches on game, they should be kissin' my feet
I tried to give 'em some press, they tried to say it was beef

It's Nicki M, such a little gem
Bitches wanna be around me, but I do not fuck with them
All these diamonds on me flooded, I hope nobody gets stuck
If I pull out the Ferrari then my shooter's in the truck
I can still go to my hood, they know my body is good
Two million dollars to party in Saudi Arabia clubs
Poppin' them things to go up and smokin' Los Angeles bud
These bitches bitin' like Joe, shout out to Kamala though, what up?
It's them weak bars thinkin' that she dissin' for me
I graded ya homework, bitch, it's incomplete
If you was tryna be my son then mission complete
I'm the final level bitch they on a mission to beat
It's like Covid when the G.O.a.t is on the track the whole game stop
But I ain't playing with these bitches, this ain't GameStop
If Barbie in the buildin' then she with a gangsta
He ain't gone hesitate if I tell him to shank somethin'

Just put a beauty parlor in my guest house
You mean the pink Lamborghini? That's at the next house
Fuck him so good, I got him walking with his chest out
I wish these bitches wanted more talent and less clout
I fall back and just give 'em some space
'Cause when you already won, what the fuck is a race?
Look at them fuckin' for raps, aw, what a disgrace
I put that on A-Rod none of you bitches is safe, uh
Make his dick get hard soon as I brush up, but we tryna be subtle
Whole city go up, when a bitch touchdown like them niggas in a huddle
(Sex) Sex game still cold it's on igloo
Head game slicker than little miss Gorilla Glue
He tryna eat it up, I said come and get it, boo
While I count a mill, Jigga what? Jigga who? (What?)

Writers: Norman Whitfield , Onika Maraj , Derrick Milano , Joshua Goods , Kendall Taylor

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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