[Hook: Nicki Minaj & Yung Berg]
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Roll up on ya, r-r-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya, r-r-r-r-roll up on ya
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Eight mil on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't f**ing with you b**h n***as, and that's real rap but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speaking, I'm dumb high
Just heard n***as got jokes, it's a matter of time before one die
‘Cause them dudes out and them tools out
All sixes like school's out
n***as know if they talk slick that I'm winter fresh
They'll get chewed out
‘Cause them dudes out and them tools out
All sixes like school's out
n***as know if they talk slick that I'm winter fresh
They'll get chewed out
This sh** ain't regular rich, so they end up in a ditch
I'm not a regular b**h
So when n***as see me, they jump on my dick
He not a regular shooter, so when you see me, salute her
Ain't got a knife in my hand
But I'm choppin' it up with some n***as from Cuba
[Hook: Nicki Minaj & Yung Berg]
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Roll up on ya, r-r-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya, r-r-r-r-roll up on ya
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ask Jay who he married, eighty thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got 'em aggy
These b**hes is light-weight, I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, cause we move work through that Tri-State
‘Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time, or that May-weather, like Floyd's out
‘Cause them boys out, and them toys out, still banging that noise out
You could get it in the winter-time, or that May-weather, like Floyd's out
All of these b**hes in pocket, I'm ‘bout to make a deposit
Tell ‘em to go ‘head and gossip, as long as your house is the size of my closet
Anybody I call, they picks up, even if they was gettin' they dick s**ed
These n***as don't make a mix-up, tell ‘em n***as go step they bricks up
Tell ‘em n***as go step they bricks up
(Tell ‘em n***as go step they bricks up)
[Hook: Nicki Minaj & Yung Berg]
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter
When I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as
Roll up on ya, r-r-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya, r-r-r-r-roll up on ya
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai, yeah