The Boys

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 them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a hoe They said I got five and a possible Don't go against Nicki, impossible I done came through with my wrist on popsicle Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel D-d-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 chase it, 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 B-b-bald head pussy got lots of juice Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes Watch the deuce Man, I'm stingy with my kitty cat, daddy "Did you ever really love me Steebie?" Rrrr, pull up in the rrrr Wrist on burr, pussy on purrr-purrr I don't even brake when I'm backing up I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up I done pushed more sixes than a play date Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a newborn babe The dollars in they eyes got them blinded by 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, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, 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 I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts (oop) Girls is my sons, carried them for eight months (oop) And yes, you're premature, Young Money to the Core (oop) I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour (oop) Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade Buck 50 on your face with the switchblade Or the razor, y-y-yeah, the razor She my son, yeah, b-b-but I ain't raise her Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper Them V-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out I told 'em Nicki be chilling, I'ma keep hurting they feelings Because you'll never be Jordan you couldn't even be Pippen You couldn't even be tripping, 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 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, 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 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 (uh, Pretty Gang) (Young Money) the boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie)