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Nicki Minaj - Motorsport Demo Lyrics

[Intro: Quavo]
Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport (Yeah), put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump)
Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton)
Straight up there (Where?), we didn't take the stairs (Where?)
Faced my fears (Fears), gave my mama tears (Mama)
Shiftin' gears (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious)

[Verse 1: Quavo]
Face all your fears, then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds (Yeah)
Feel like I can fly, yeah
Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (Hey), now she can't go back (E)
Xans, Perky, check (Yeah), Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball (Yeah), just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall (Hey), walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad (Woo, woo, woo, E)
[Bridge: Quavo]
Yeah, I wish my grandma could see me (Grandma)
Take away pain, ain't easy (Pain)
That's why I fire up a bleezy (Fire)
Niggas not cappin' this season

[Verse 2: Offset]
Offset!
Uh, the coupe came imported (Hey)
This season's Off-White come in snorted (White)
Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
No human being, I'm immortal (No)
Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
Hundred K, I spend on my señora (Racks)
My pinky on margarine, butter (Margarine)
And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (Ayy)
Soon as I land on the Lear (Whew)
Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
488, hit the gears (488)
Suicide doors, Britney Spears (Hey)
I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (Boujee)
Criss Angel, make dope disappear (Voilà)
Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (Skrrt)
It's a race to the bag, get the mills (Hey)

[Verse 3: Cardi B]
Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex (No)
I love when he go on tour
'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
I get up set off, I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man, we should sell that porn
Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
These hoes ain't what they say they are
And their pussy stank, they catfishin'
Same hoes that was sendin' shots
They reachin' out like they back itchin'
Why would I hop in some beef (Why?)
When I could just hop in a Porsche?
You heard she gon' do what from who?
That's not a reliable source, no
So tell me, have you seen her?
Let me wrap my weave up
I'm the trap Selena
¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt!
[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump)
Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton)
Straight up there (Where?), we didn't take the stairs (Where?)
Faced my fears (Fears), gave my mama tears (Mama)
Shiftin' gears (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious)

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj & Quavo]
Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth (Brr)
Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth (Uhh)
You see them flowers, that is Gucci on my blouse (Yee)
Motorsport, colorful lambos is out (Skrrt, skrrt)
You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
Hard to beat me, I'm wishin' they could see me right now
God, forgive me, I know that I ain't livin' right, now
(Barbie)
But I'ma get this money right now
I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
If Cardi the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
"Ayo, Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
It's a wrap, like them things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (Prr)
[Verse 5: Takeoff]
Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
I scuffed 'em runnin' from 12 (12)
Ain't make no commitment with none of you bitches
'Cause money is treatin' me well (Uh uh)
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (Swear)
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (Albums)
Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
Now I cannot feel the wheel (Woah)
My chest bad, give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille (Ice)
Not the watch, but the price on the ice
If you don't know what that is (Huh)
Motorsport, motorville
Abort the mission, that's a kill (Pew, pew, brrr)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (Skrrt, skrrt)
Shawty bad (Bad), pop her like a cork (Pop it)
You a dork, never been a sport (Dork, yeah)
Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin' out the court (Jump)
Cotton candy (Drink), my cup tastes like the fair (Cotton)
Straight up there (Where?), we didn't take the stairs (Where?)
Faced my fears (Fears), gave my mama tears (Mama)
Shiftin' gears (Shift), on the Nawf, get serious (Serious)