LYRIC

Punch line queen, no boxer though

Might pull up in a Porche, no Boxster though

Tell a hater yo, don’t you got cocks to blow

Tell ‘em kangaroo Nick I’ll box a hoe

They said I got five in a pasta bowl

But don’t go against Nicki impossible

I’m the king do what my wrist more popsicle

Man these hoes couldn’t ball with a toss-to-go n-igga

Your lipstick stains

Smells like a cheap hotel

Diamond watches and a gold chain

Can't 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, feel it

Bone it, own it, yeah yeah

Dollar dollar paper chaser

Get that money, yeah yeah

You get high love 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

Bonehead p-ssy, got lots of juice

Lopsided on the curb so I block the coupes

Watch the dudes, man I’m stingy with my putty cat diddy

Did you ever love me Stevie

Purrrr, pull up in a burrrr

Wrist on brrr, pussy on prrrrerrr

I don’t even break when I’m backing up

I swerve on a n-gga if he actin’ up

I don’ push more sixes then a play day

Get money by the millions, f-ck a day rate n-gga

Your bossed up swag

Got 'em drooling like a new born bag

The dollars in their eyes

Got them blinded by your 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, feel it

Bone it, own it, yeah yeah

Dollar dollar paper chaser

Get that money, yeah yeah

You get high love 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 put all you b-tches onto them good laced fronts

Girls is my sons carry them for 8 months

And yes ya premature, Young Money to the core

I might give you the ticket, so you can come see the tour

Oh dats you’re new girl, that’s that mid-crave

A buck 50 on your face with a switch blade

Or the razor, hear the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain’t raise her

Lose me hater, I get that loosely paper

Them v-necks be studded

I’ll t-rex, be gutted out

I tell her Nicki be chillin’

I’mma keep her in her feelings, because you’ll never be Jordan

You could’nt 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 unload dusty pasta

I just come through with a six, like my name was blossom

You get high love 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 love 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 spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love

CASSIE...

Cassie, Nicki Minaj - The Boys - lyrics


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