Jess Jackson - Muthaf**a Up lyrics

[Verse 1: Tyga] YMCMB, rawest n***as doing it School for the blind, I don't see these n***as doing it I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well n***as wanna test me boy, who wanna fail? Hit you like a bully b**h, yeah saved by the bell If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails Everybody fake so I got real for sale Gunpowder fill the air Rappers sh**tin' on theyself, you could smell the fear And these b**hes laying flowers cause the king is near T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear n***as softer than baby hair Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear I'm a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs I'm in the building I construct so crank this muthaf-cker up What the funk you beezy's want I'm ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk Trunk in the front Man she give me good brain till she feel dumb I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb Yeah these b**hes want it I put my man's on it That 110 Sup', and that Ferrari California n***as want beef, call me Tony Roma You potatoes on the sofa Lazy muthaf-ckas, why you ain't even try yet? Rich or die trying, why you n***as ain't died yet? Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly sh** And I'm with the business skip peon with a ty clip Stay on the flight yeah I'ma trip Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments Flow got a bo*er, you could say I'm on some harder sh** Bout to make the speaker buss' [Hook] (Crank this muthaf**a up) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Okay, really I get money I get money like a b**h She ain't going nowhere but swear that b**h a trip You see how the diamonds get to dancing Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and sh** I be with a n***a with a big ol' dick Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks f** you in the game for? b**h we up three-zip and it's Game 4 Tell ‘em listen, couple bad b**hes's Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and sh** Intervention b**h I pay ya pension Oh you say what? I don't pay attention Yeah these n***as want it I put my b**hes on it You know the tattoos got Nicki initials on it I put the p**y on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast Then pull off in the Ghost b**h I do the most [Verse 3: Tyga] What the funk you beezy's want? It ain't your turn, better have my money Friday like Big worm Can't see you n***as, you like a little germ b**hes know I'm excellent like Mr Burns See my dick like bu*ter churn Baby churn and ya girl with me fo'shure That ain't your concern She forgot about her man, she will never learn On a mic till I die, RIP Chick Hearn Yessir, colder than the Pittsburgh winter Fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt Disperse coming through Last King and a hearse Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like Dirk When it hurts leave you losers bruised up Bruce Lee nunchucks Toe from the floor up though Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks Tell the neighbours I don't give a f** [Hook]