LLC

I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me I feel like I'm King Kong, name still going ding-dong It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don't think long Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit You thought you'd get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin' you? Took a lil' break but I'm back to me Tryna make a new Nicki with a factory They'll never toe to toe on a track with me There'll never be another one after me 'Cause the skill levels still a half of me Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me All these low IQ hoes baffle me Tell 'em that I watch but just take a bath for me Put the trophies in my crib like a athlete I see them give me fake love but that trash is weak Man, you know that I rip every rap and beat You know Nicki gon' eat, Bon Apetit Used to get real hyped off a half a mil' Used to get real hyped off half a pill We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit (uh) Now carry on, now carry on Now carry on, now carry on Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on G6 flow, all Louis V carry on I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha) Yo, you made me do it, hoe, I told you, get low (told you get low) I poppin' tens but they gotta be (be) I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin' with Carmelo (ok 'Melo) I'm wavy, word to Shawty Lo, hello How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche? How you supposed to meet the quarter when you never went North? How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport? All that hoopin' and hollerin' still ain't scorin' on the court (rrah) You made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha) Ay, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do Swerve the foreign on 'em, navy blue, they baby blue Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew All my niggas move that Britney, Ari', yeah, Katy too Niggas gassed on it, really though, gas I pump them Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him Push past filthy rich, ask I trumped them 'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest error, error Never been clearer, clearer, don't Fawcett, Farrah Farrah Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (woah) Now carry on, now carry on Now carry on, now carry on Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on G6 flow all Louis V carry on I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see To you he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah You made me (okay), you made me (hahaha)