Nicki Minaj Feat. Fivio Foreign – We Go Up Lyrics

New York, stand the f- up! (Yeah)
You know what’s goin’ on, n-, Fivio, Barbie
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, n- (that’s Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj)
Touch my crown again, b- (b- a- n-)
It’s only one king, it’s only one queen, there’s two crowns (there’s only one king, there’s only one queen, n-)
Baow, grr

Ayo, this week, ‘Rari (‘Rari), next week, Lambo’ (Lambo’)
B-, I’m fly (fly), I don’t land though (land though)
This they funeral (funeral), start the service (service)
Say my name, make ’em nervous

Uh, you b- is salty, I give them pressure (I give them pressure)
Uh, you b- is salty, pass me the peppеr (pass me the peppеr)
Uh, you b- be jackin’ me like the Ripper (like the Ripper)
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper (water to Flipper)

Uh, I know they teabaggin’, b- is testy
Get you a vacuum, b- is messy, let’s see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me

This s- ain’t new to me, s- is just new to y’all (s- is just new to y’all)
I wish a b- would upon a shooting star (upon a shooting star)
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce (final coup de grâce)
(Brrt) look up, we shootin’ stars

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
B- don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b- bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (ooh)

I wish a b- would spin, I’m like, “Please show up” (show up)
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap – up (- up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b- for the streets, grow up (grow up)
‘Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak – up (ew)

I’m ’bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy (enemy)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin’ them bricks, so pull up with the blicks (blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don’t play with the Knicks (ayo)
That ain’t Fivio Foreign, that’s Barbie new foreign, b-

These? Nah, that ain’t Reebok, we back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox, firearms gon’ get restocked
Shooters hittin’ that G-spot, b- imitate, please stop
Suck his d- like a freeze pop, first, he gotta give me top (brrt)

Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag, more colorful than a peacock (peacock)
Weak n- gotta get the boot gotta get the boot with no treetop (no treetop)
He was like, “Who that? She bad” I was like, “Oh, that’s bestie”
I could be all the way covered, it’s still givin’ sexy

I know they sleepin’ on me, bitches got epilepsy
I don’t do coke, little bitch, I don’t even do Pepsi, let’s see
How you don’t like me but tryna do everything like me?
That is what gets me (ooh)

Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (get money)
B- don’t come outside when the beef go up (take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (ha-ha)
These b- bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (ooh)

I wish a b- would spin, I’m like, “Please show up” (ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don’t bring a cheap – up (- up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b- for the streets grow up (I’m not playin’)
‘Cause you the type to say that shit and knock a freak – up (grrt)

Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you (baow, I tell my shooter could bully you)
Huh, yeah (yeah), that n- gon’ kill you as soon as I look at you (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn’t do (I never say what I wouldn’t do)
Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof

I’m with a baddie, she love the aggression
I’m with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I’m showin’ them growth and I’m teachin’ ’em lessons
I watch how I’m moving ’cause I’m the investment

Fuck her all night and I go and get breakfast
I don’t do paperwork or confessions (nah)
I don’t do internet shows or texting (nah)
Shoot up the party, that’s sending a message (baow, baow, baow)

Them n- started us (them niggas started us, yeah)
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (skrrt)
Ain’t no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (nah)
And she Barbied up (lil’ bitch) (yeah)

If we see ’em, we shooting the party up (grrt)
We ain’t squashing so don’t try to sorry us (nah)
I got rich friends and they be Rari’d up (skrrt)
If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (baow, baow, baow) (boom)

Fivi’ (Fivi’), spazzin’ (spazzin’), two shows (two shows), backend (backend)
Fendi (Fendi), fashion (fashion), uh, Fendi fashion (Fendi fashion) (yeah, look, huh)
I put your brains on a napkin, I tell my demons to whack ’em
My nigga died, then that n- died, look, I don’t even know how it happened, b-, yeah

Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (get money)
B- don’t come outside when the beef go up (take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (baow, grrt) (ha-ha)
Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up

I wish a b- would spin, I’m like, “Please show up” (baow) (look up)
When it come to Queen Sleaze all the fees go up (baow) (what happened?)
I said we out, you can’t breeze with us (baow)
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it’s us (baow) (the money), mm