Iamsu! ft. Drake, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne - Truffle butter | Текст песни

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• Iamsu! ft. Drake, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne
• Truffle butter

[Intro}
Yeah
Huh?
Let's get it
HBK yeah you know how we play

Uh uh uh

[Hook]
Thinking out loud
Ima need a million fucking dollars right now
Ain't nothing change, man the name still the same
And the way I play the game people know it ain't a game
That's ironic ain't it?
Now everybody trying to meet the boy
I'm always fitted, in my closet like a sneaker store
Get her started even if I gotta key the car
Game sick enough to get a dancer out her leotard
Question
Nicki can I eat it though?
Can I fuck you in the backseat of your vehicle?
Tell me secrets about the game just for me to know
And when they bring me up say I'm some shit they never seen before
Super duper flow, Super duper style
Fuck around and go pop like I'm Super Duper Kyle
Scratching on me saying "Susi do it do it now."
I'm so deep inside her mouth that I could do a root canal
Been raw, ODB with it, uh
Probably see me on T.V. with it, yeah
Let me hit it, let Freak hit it
Make the money so fast they should let me print it

[Verse 1: Drake]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money
Two things I'm 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you're gettin' all your friends and you're gettin' in the car
And you're comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change, all white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change, like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of 'em
I don't trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Whoop! Talkin' filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain't hidin' from it

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, thinkin' out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain't talkin' about that Little Wayne record
I'm still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain't gotta compete with a single soul
I'm good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don't tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do you hear me?
I can't let a wack nigga get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain't never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I'm in that big boy, bitches can't rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain't a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain't takin' that back, cause I meant it

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, thinkin' out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin' my account
Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain't gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say "I know"
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I'll put one leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move, I just don't know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain't nothin' like your last dude, what's his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I'm so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge
And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I'm gnarly; Drake, Tunechi and Barbie
You know

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