DJ Khaled - I Wanna Be With You Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross & Future)

DJ Khaled - I Wanna Be With You Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj, Rick Ross & Future):

[Intro: Future]

It ain’t never me to ball on you

I ain’t nothin’ for me to spoil you

If I adore you, I’mma give you that theory

[Hook: Future]

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I wanna be where the commas will be

But I need a hood nigga with the llama degree

Get that limited edition Audemars, it could be

In a pivoted position, gotta pardon the fee

Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips

And he took a couple trips, and there’s dinner in the mix

And he’s never with no other chick, fronting like he’s slick

Cause it’s levels to this shit and she could never be Nick

Niggas be fallin’ in love with this pussy

Basting chicken and baking a couple of cookies

[?] ain’t f-cking with rookies

High school video and [?]

Baddest bitch, I’m the [?]

I ain’t never been [?]

I ain’t got to shot, I got mad assists

‘Bout to put a couple of piece on the [?]

Got a big [?]

Shoot movies, Jennifer Aniston

[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]

You decide you be mine, you can come inside

[...]

Hidden my phone, it’s alright

Hidden my phone, it’s alright

You reply with your sign, you a gemini

You deny that you’re shy

Maybe we should slide

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you, baby

[Hook: Future]

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurgin’ on you too easy

Buyin’ purses too easy

Payin’ bills too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buyin’ cars too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Make that bad bitch my shorty

Hit club, throw forty

My hat big like [?]

My chain drip like water

Car paint like [?]

I’mma sex her harder

[?]

Vroom, vroom, oh yeah

Big bank, I’m too real

My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, 2 years

Checked it, look her

You ain’t even know, big deal

[Hook:]

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurgin’ on you too easy

Buyin’ purses too easy

Payin’ bills too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Ballin’ on you too easy

Splurging on you too easy

Buyin’ cars too easy

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Everything you do is brand new

[Outro: DJ Khaled]

Suffering from success

You witnessing greatness

I’m the best that ever did it

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

I wanna be with you

Chris Brown - Love More Ft. Nicki Minaj Lyrics

Chris Brown - Love More Ft. Nicki Minaj Lyrics:

[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
You say all you need is consistent love
When I die, I swear it’s never enough, I messed up
Maybe this thing here just ain’t meant for us
Baby, you let go, and I’ll pull you back
I let go, you ain’t havin’ that
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
We do it like rockstars
Sexin’ in my hotel room, and we so loud
Higher than a smoke cloud
Shades on, doin’ 95 with the top down
I might sound crazy, ’cause we goin’ back and forth
One minute I hate you, then I love you
That’s how it is…
[Hook: Chris Brown]
‘Til we get it right, we gon’ fuck some more
(‘Til we get it) I’mma get it (I’mma get it) ’til we get it…
‘Til we get it right, we gon’ fuck some more
(I’mma get it) I’mma get it (’til we get it) I’mma get it…
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Why is it all so complicated?
Baby, this should be simple…
It’s all in me mental…
But when you back it up, it really drives me crazy
And you know what I’m into
Made me forget what we arguin’ about
[Bridge: Chris Brown]
[Hook: Chris Brown]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He don’t know me but he settin’ up to blow me…
Said my Twitter picture remind him of Naomi…
On the low I used to holla at his homie…
Fuck it, now I’m ’bout to ride him like a pony, yeah
Okay – thug probably, you’ll cum probably
He wanna fuck a bad dolly, and pop Molly
I hope your pockets got a mothafukin’ pot belly
Or is it that you never ball? John Salley
He had the Rolls and the Royce, the tone in his voice
Don’t want a good girl, nah, hoes is his choice
Dick on “H”, pussy on “W”
Mouth on open, ass on “smother you”
Ass on the cover too, Elle Magazine
Vroom, vroom, vroom – get gasoline
Could I be your wife?
Nah, we could bang though
I got these niggas whipped, call me Django
[Hook: Chris Brown]

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics

Wale - Clappers Ft. Nicki Minaj & Juicy J Lyrics:

(Intro)

Don’t mind me, baby

(bounce)

We’re taking over something

(bounce bounce bounce move)

Yall getting it

(bounce)

Just hang on champ

(Hook)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce)

Oh yea

(bounce bounce bounce)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Look, Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

(Verse)

Bounce bounce bounce fool, now put the sweetie on

Bounce bounce bounce fool then I put my donk donk

Bounce bounce bounce fool I don’t gotta say too much

It’s time for anticipation, keep your way and stay on

Oh, see that from a block away

I ain’t pessimistic, thought I’d drop a couple, not today

Oh, best she call you not today

I go to my my liners I know the game like scrap would say

Oh, I wonder if she shut up

I just know her face so let’s start from the butt uh

And I ain’t had yo mama, think I wanna take yo mama

Says you’ll say your prayer for me

If something happen then we’ll wait up

(Hook)

Now Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Yea sir

Shawty gotta shake that responsibly

Made a trip into the sea, what you workin with?

Do you clap that that? Do a hashtag

Girl I’ll make your booty move I’ll do a perfect split

She got the fattie, she got she got the perfect

I wish I wanna get free, think about workin hips

I’m high in the clouds I’m not comin down

I’m so turnt up I can’t find the ground

Sip it sip it by the pound, smoke it by the by the pound

Make it flow with the one, no no might drown

Cheesy got chips like Fritolay

And I get these chips out of DOA

I’m so dope, boy fresh that

You think that I’m sellin blow tape

Don’t check the V, I made and did her pregnant and her throat

Shawty bust it open for me, I’mma throw this cash

Shawty throw that like a hail Mary dance

I’m fuckin me a new shit every night

Make that make that clap, I don’t care about that cellulite

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

(Verse)

Clappers to the front, got a back wheel full of skunk

By the white boy with the funnel just you finding out what’s up

Look, clappers to the front, all you rappers got the stuff

Now she finna bust to loose it, screamin rest in peace to Chuck

This that beyond V, we at that KOD

And I get CC in this CC but don’t DOC

(Verse)

Shout out to that satellite

Got a real bam bam better say it

I done never been then search it right

Got a couple hood racks on the section 8

Make a nigga come, don’t procrastinate

4450, come crack the case

Got cocky days, come clock today, this 44 fire evacuate

Throw that throw that in here, evaporate

Where your money hidden? Evaluate

If you bout big money elaborate

I’mma shake this, shake til I graduate

(Hook)

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Clappers to the front front front front (okay, okay)

Clappers to the front front front front (okay)

Shawty got a big ol butt

(bounce bounce bounce bounce)

Oh yea

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Bounce bounce bounce bounce…

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

Sayin rest in peace for cha yea yea

And in that city I’m the one, yea

Let’s go

East street, D street, Rose got a hoe goin

So she callin

Put it out

Count to 10

1 full, 1 fire

Ride through, Garfield

Come by, by 2 fill

Can’t roll, I been about

The separate city, separate city, separate city

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Shawty got a big ol butt

Oh yea

Nicki Minaj - The Boys Ft. Cassie Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - The Boys Ft. Cassie Lyrics:

 nicki minaj:

p-p-p-punch line queen, no box of dough
might pull up in a porche, no box of dough
tell a hater: “yo, don’t you got c*cks to blow?”
tell ‘em kangaroo nick i’ll box the hoe
this shit said i got pop in a pasta bowl
but don’t go against nicki impossible
i’m a king, do what my bitch wants pops to go
then these hoes cut balls with a toss-to-go
(wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle)

cassie:
your lipstick sting, 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, can it, bone it, bone it
yeah, yeah
tell it, tell it, pick it, chase it, kick that money yeah yeah

you get high, f*ck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world
i hope you have to tell me a lie, i’ll buy
don’t lose it tonight

nicki minaj:
don’t hate this, you got lots of juice
lifestyle … so i black the cubes
watch the dudes, man i’m stingy with my putty cut diddy
did you ever love me stevie?
purr, pull up in a burr
whist on brrr, piss y’all brrrr
i don’t even break when i’m backing up
i swap on a nigga if he actin’ up
i don’ puch more sixes then a ṗlay day
the money by the millions, f*ck ‘em day brake

cassie:
your bossed up swag, that i’m throwing 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, can it, bone it, bone it
yeah, yeah
tell it, tell it, pick it, chase it, kick that money yeah

you get high, f*ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
i hope you have to tell me a lie, i’ll buy
don’t lose it tonight

nicki minaj:
i bet all you bitches going to the good-laced ones
cursed my stunts carry them for 8 months
i’m guessin’ premature, your money to the core
i give you the tickets, you come see the tour
oh don’t you’re new girl, that’s the 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 raised her
lose me hater, i get that loosely-paper
them being next-bes, started out to vex me, got that
tell her nicki be chillin’
gonna keep her inner-feelings, because you never sure
and you can’t even be picking
you couldn’t even be trippin
you can’t afford a vacation,
i’m not be hatin’ them bitches,
i go to asia with asians
you met dusty, you unload dusty-possum
i just come through with a six, like my neighbors blossom

cassie:
you get high, f*ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
i hope you have to tell me a lie, i’ll buy
don’t lose it tonight
you get high, f*ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
i hope you have to tell me a lie, i’ll buy
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
(the money)
the boys always spending their money on love
(cassie)

Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne

Birdman - Born Stunna (Remix) Lyrics Ft. Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne:

[Intro: Rick Ross] Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna

(Remix Baaaaby)

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Hook: Rick Ross] Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

[Nicki Minaj] Born stunna flow Consistently winning while all you bitches come and go Oh you mad? You aint headline You my son and it’s bedtime I show you bitches how to put together punchlines It aint working out, it aint crunchtime Roll a ? up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a Pusha Out in Tokyo they calling me Nicki-son Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son Coupes and trucks, money bags, Scrooge McDuck

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Birdman] Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang Yea, YMCMG Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20 thousand square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

[Lil Wayne] I don’t know bout these other, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money And I aint never number 2,s o you aint gettin’ shit from me And you know I’m a boss, so catch me if you can Blood, I leave a ? bleeding like that nigga got cramps I got molly, got mary, got white girl, got Keisha Used to have Trina but I still got nina Bitch I’m too cold, I’m too coke I put ya neck in my loophole I’m too hot, I’m sup’bowl My money talk, my new bowl I’m high Jupiter, Pluto But everybody know I’m from Mars Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy

[Hook]

Money money money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags Money money money bags

Nicki Minaj - HOV Lane Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - HOV Lane Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Holy mollie G copped me a rollie
I ain't catchin ' the puck but I'm iced out like a goally, nigga

[Hook x4]
I'm in the HOV lane
I'm in the HOV lane
(And you nigga, y-you-you, you? Soul train)

[Verse 2]
I traveled more than you walkin ' with a basketball
I'm out in Spain runnin ' gamete with the El Matador
I'm in my own lane, you ain't in my category
You like a Raft 4, I'm like the El Ventilador
Perks and bags, man, I murk them ads
When I is up on reloaded, I'mma hurt them bad
Every shoot is hot, when I'm out, I'm spotted
They gone frame the receipt if I sign the dotted
On nitrogens Banshees is speedin', dirt bikes acre out for the season

Incomplete

Nicki Minaj - Beez In The Trap Ft 2 Chainz Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Beez In The Trap Ft 2 Chainz Lyrics:

(Hook)
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
X2

(Verse 1)
Man I been did that, man I been popped off
And if she aint tryna give it up she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ey, Bitch bust that open
Might spend a couple thou just to bust that open
Rip it off, no jokin
Like your name Hulk Hogan
niggas move weight and sell but live in Houbouken
Bitch, I spit that crack like I’m in that trap
So if you need a hit then I’m with that bat

(Hook)
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
X2

(Verse 2: 2 Chainz)
Okay now Nicki Nicki Nicki, put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain’t no keys in this do-hicky
If I weren’t rappin’ I be trappin’
If I weren’t trappin’ I be pimpin’
If I weren’t pimpin’ I be gettin’ it, period
I don’t smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky
Got your girl Amalie and we smoke loud and drinkin’
Got my talk back so you can see what I been thinkin’
If you know me then you know I’ve been think Franklin
Money, thousands, True Religion trousers
Got a private home, started from the public houses
Hair weave killer, causing her arousal
Audi A8, told them Audi 5000, uh

(Hook)
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin
A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
X2

(Hook 2)
Damn, damn what they say about me?
I ‘unno man, fuck is on your biscuit
if I get hits swingin on a big bitch
I ‘unno man, I’m shittin on your whole life

(Hook)
Bitches aint shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
a hundred mothafuckaz can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

(Nicki Minaj)
Man, I’m out in Texas
Man, I’m out in A-Town
Then I’m up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin it down
This that New Orleans, it’s LA or the Bay
It’s New York, Philly
And the whole DMV
I’m a Detroit playa, man it’s north south cats
Ohio Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck
It’s Delaware, Connecticut, it’s New Jersey got hella bricks
It’s Queens, Brooklyn and yeah they wildin’
Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island

(Hook)
Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’
a hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap

(Hook 2)
Damn, damn what they say about me?
Iunno man, fuckers on your biscuit
if I get hits swingin on a big bitch
Iunno man, I’m shittin on your whole life
X2

Nicki Minaj - Right By My Side ft Chris Brown Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Right By My Side ft Chris Brown Lyrics:

It all comes down to this
I miss your morning kiss
I won’t lie, I’m feeling it
You don’t know, I’m missing it
I’m so gone I’m must it
It’s too much to hold it in
I can’t say no more than this
I just hope your heart hear me now
I let you know how I’m feeling
You own my heart he just renting
Don’t turn away, pay attention
I’m pouring out my heart oh boy

[Chorus]
I-I, I’m not living life
I’m not living right
I’m not living if you’re not by my side
oooh-ohhh

I-I, I’m not living life
I’m not living right
I’m not living if you’re not by my side
oooh-ohhh

[Chris Brown]
Lets meet at out favourite spot
You know the one, right around the block
From a nice place, lets look to shop
Can you get away?
Care to sit down, lets talk it out
One on one, without a crowd
I wanna hold your hand
Making love again, I need to be near you
Gotta let you know how I’m feeling
Own my heart, and she just renting
I’ve been away, pay attention
I’m pouring out my heart girl

[Chorus] (Nicki Minaj + Chris Brown)

[Nicki Minaj - Bridge]
I can’t eat I-I-I-I
I can’t sleep I-I-I
What I need I-I-I
Is you right by my side

I can’t eat I-I-I-I
I can’t sleep I-I-I-I
What I need I-I-I-I
Is you right by my side

[Nicki Minaj - Verse 2]
It aint your spit game, it’s your dick game
That got me walking ’round ready to wear your big chain
I only argue wit’ ‘em when the Lakers on
Other than that I’m getting my Marc Jacob’s on
When my pussy game so cold that he always seem to come back
Cause he know that it’d be a wrap
when I’m riding it from the back
Wait, oh, let me see your phone
Cause all them bitches is ratchet
And let me get in my truck
Cause all them’ bitches’ll catch it
Wait wait wait, there I go again
I be trippin’, I be flippin, I be so belligerent
Man this shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant
I don’t even remember though I was probably hella bent

[Chorus]

Madonna - I Don’t Give A Ft. Nicki Minaj Lyrics

Madonna - I Don’t Give A Ft. Nicki Minaj Lyrics:

i forgot to say my prayer,
baby jesus on the stairs
gotta sign the contract,
gotta get my money back
all the fighters off the coast
standing on the front porch

i’m gonna be okay,
i don’t care what the people say,
i’m gonna be all right,
gonna live fast and i’m gonna live right

i’m on the fast lane,
can you follow my track
i’m livin’ fast
and i like it like that

i do ten things all at once
and if you have a problem
i don’t give a

i tried to be a good girl,
i tried to be your wife,
diminished myself
and i swallowed my light
i tried to become all
that you expect of me
and if it was a failure
i don’t give a

i don’t give a fuck
i don’t give a fuck
i don’t give a fuck
i don’t give a

(nicki)

shots fire,
anything you hear nicki on, that’s fire
you don’t hear them bums or nothin’, that’s fire
tell ‘em, catch buyer
in the bugatti ten years and one tire
ayo madonna, maybe i say you original don dada
in that, yeah gabbana, and the, yeah prada
we material girls, ain’t nobody hotter”