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Nicki Minaj - Ftcu Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame, Nicki Minaj & Future]
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionare) Yeah
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Yeah, yeah, yeah; Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, I tell 'em that I'm the Sleeze, they tellin' me, "Okay, prove it"
I leave these bitches on read, so now they know that they blew it
I tell 'em I'm movin' units, my videos, they gon' view it
Spotify ain't gotta lie, they really streamin' my music (Woo)
I give bitches the crown, thеy fuck around and lose it, nah
I am the wave, I only wavе when I'm tellin' 'em bye
Bitch, we ain't twinnin', ain't fraternal or identical
When I'm around, bitch, you know you become invisible

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]
Mm, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50" (Brr)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like fifty, mine was nine-fifty, sissy
[Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame]
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up, fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)

[Verse 2: Nolan Lewis]
Yeah, high heels on—nah I’m just playing with y’all, let’s go
I’m moving up, and your “motion” just settled
Stay cooking these haters like Hansel and Gretel
Don’t come for the kid when you looking disheveled
I’m proud to be whatever pot called the kettle
That’s Black, Biggie-Biggie Black
All ‘em piggy back on the stats, when they really wack
Making silly raps for the BAPS
Who gon’ throw it back on the weekday
Drop a bag or you mad, no time for cheapskates
Like, lemme catch my breath
They was wishing bad on me, so I wish them death
Don’t you ever aim low, Ima pass that depth
Ima do you like Katorah Kasa’ said
That’s “Ooh”, you gotta move, your lease is up
On me they snooze, wan’ be SZA
Thinking he popping, singles is dropping
I’ll give him five releases, ugh
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Yeah, high heels on my tippies
Dolce and Gabbana, that's on my titties
Cop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch nigga, throw on ya mitty

[Refrain: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my cut nine-fifty, bitchy

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two, I ate, I win
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two, I ate it up again