Nicki Minaj – The Boys lyrics

Nicki Minaj:
P-p-p-punch line 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 hoe
Said I got 5 in a possible
But don't go against Nicki impossible
I done came through with my wrists on popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle
(Nigga)

Cassie:
Your lipstick stain, smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches, and a gold chain can make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, pet it, bone it, own it
Yeah, yeah
Dolla, Dolla, paper chaser, 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

Nicki Minaj:
Bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lobsided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce, man I'm stingy with my putty cat diddy
Did you ever love me Stevie?
Purr, pull up in the burr
Wrists on brrr, pussy on brrr
I don't even break when I'm backing up
I swerve on a nigga if he actin' up
I done push more sixes then a ṗ lay date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
(Nigga)

Cassie:
Your bossed up swag, got 'em drooling like a new-born babe
The dollars in their eyes, got 'em blinded like a masquerade
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, pet it, bone it, own it
Yeah, yeah
Dolla, Dolla, paper chaser, 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

Nicki Minaj:
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons carry them for 8 months
And yes you premature, 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 50 on your face with a switch blade
Or the razor, yeah the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain't raise her
Boost me hater, I get that loose leaf paper
Them v-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
I tell 'em Nicki be chillin'
I'mma keep hurting ya feelings, because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippin
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

Cassie:
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, f the time of your life,
I hope I don't lose it tonight

The boys always spending their money on love
The boys always spending their money on love
The boys always spending their money on love
(Pretty Gang)
(Young Money)
The boys always spending their money on love
(Cassie)