Nicki Minaj - Roger That lyrics

I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts. Got da Halloween kicks trick or treatin the clutch. Come on n***a is you trickin or what? Flo-fl-flow tighter than a dick in the bu*t. Just hopped off da plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some b**bs, and bamboo. White girls tell me, "hey Nicki, your camp rules. Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" Asalaamalaikum, no oink for me. And I never let a D-boy boink for free. 'Cause its barbie b**h, you can join the wave. I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined da phrase. You couldn' beat me there if you had a Leer. Indian-style court side wit a cavalier VIP Roseau's you can have a beer. 'Cause honey when you gettin money you don't have a care. Now r-roger that, r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-r-roger that. R-roger that, r-r-roger that....................Roger. {Tyga} Young black Rico's. k** for da C notes. But me though, I jack son b**h Tito She wanna play games, But this is not bingo. Monopoly I'm past "GO" Gon' ahead and deep-throat. 4-chick Foursomes, Skin colors mocha. Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem. Pole. Watt stroke 'em, Strike it like bowlin. Now open like you yawnin'. Its 6 in the mornin. Slee-Sleepin on me probably in a coffin. I'm hotter than the end of f**in' August, I'm awesome. I'm awesome. Repeat it to ya Grandma and Uncles, my Mothers Tyga's no Dad but I'm the muhf**a. My f**a's, This the last supper. Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer. I dont dare lover, I'm a dare devil I don't fear nothin'. Muhf**a, YOUNG MONEY! Now roger that. Roger that. Ro-Roger that. Roger that. f** around and never get Roger back. {Wayne} (I'm goin' in!) Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette. The blunt still wet, so pa** it like bread. We sip side a mug, we call it upset. Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt. I'm a beast. You a pet. AK long neck. Keith Sweat. Weezy, muthaf**a. Capo in this b**h wit me. Money talks and have a convo in this b**h wit me. I'm mountain high Colorado in this b**h wit me. Flow crazy. 730, you just 650. 20 bullets from the Chopper take the roof off. Laughin to the bank, I'm a goof ball. It's YM. And we at yo neck like a Violin. It's our world. We make it spin. And y'all the prey..Amen. Now roger that. Roger that. Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat. Fuc-f** around and never get Roger back.