text: Punch line queen, no boxer though
  Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though
  Tell a hater, Ayo, dont you got cocks to blow?
  Tell them Kangaroo Nick, Ill box a ho
  They said I got five and a possible
  Dont go against Nicki, impossible
  I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
  Man, these hoes couldnt ball with a testicle, nigga
  Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
  Diamond watches and a gold chain
  Cant make my frown turn around
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
  Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
  You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
  And then cry on top of the world
  I hope you have the time of your life
  I hope I dont lose it tonight
  Bald head pussy got lots of juice
  Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes
  Watch the deuce
  Man, Im stingy wit my kitty cat daddy
  Did you ever really love me Steebie?
  Rrrrrrr, pull up in the rrrrrrr
  Wrist on burrrrr, pussy on purrrr-purrrr
  I dont even brake when Im backing up
  Ill swerve on a nigga if he acting up
  I done pushed more sixes than a play date
  Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga
  Your bossed up swag got em drooling like a newborn babe
  The dollars in they eyes got them blinded by a Masquerade
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah
  Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
  You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
  And then cry on top of the world
  I hope you have the time of your life
  I hope I dont lose it tonight
  I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts 
  Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months 
  And yes, youre premature, Young Money to the Core 
  I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour 
  Oh, thats your new girl, thats that mid-grade
  Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
  Or the razor, yeah, the razor
  She my son yeah, but I aint raise her
  Goose me, hater! I get that loose leaf paper
  Them V-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
  I told em Nicki be chilling, Ima keep hurting they feelings
  Because youll never be Jordan you couldnt even be Pippen
  You couldnt even be tripping, you cant afford a vacation
  Im out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians
  You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
  I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
  You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
  And then cry on top of the world
  I hope you have the time of your life
  I hope I dont lose it tonight
  You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
  And then cry on top of the world
  I hope you have the time of your life
  I hope I dont lose it tonight
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  The boys always spending all their money on love 
  The boys always spending all their money on love 
  The boys always spending all their money on love
  Cassie