Birdman - Shanghai lyrics

[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