LLC

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see

To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me

I feel like I'm King Kong, name still going ding-dong

It's two girls gettin' more money, and they don't rap, they sing songs

I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs

Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard, but don't think long

Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I'm feminine

Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins

What's left that I didn't do? You bit the forbidden fruit

You thought you'd get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin' you?

Took a lil' break, but I'm back to me

Tryna make a new Nicki, where the factory?

They'll never toe to toe on a track with me

There'll never be another one after me

'Cause the skill level still just a half of me

Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me

All these low IQ hoes baffle me

Tell 'em that I wash bitches take a bath for me

Bunch of trophies in my crib like a athlete

I see them giving fake love but that trash is weak

Man, you know that I ripped, every rapper beat

You know Nicki gon' eat, Bon Appétit

Used to get real hype off a half a mil'

Used to get real high off a half a pill

We don't pay niggas to front like they like my shit

We don't pay niggas to come in and write my shit, uh

Now carry on, now carry on

Now carry on, now carry on

Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on

G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see

To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me

You made me, you made me, yeah

You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah

On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah

You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha, uh)

Yo, you made me do it, hoe, I told you, get low (Told you get low)

I'm popping tens, but they gotta be yellow

I'm New York Nick, I'm ballin', where Carmelo? (O.K. 'Melo)

I'm wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello

How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?

How you supposed to make the quota when you never went North?

How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?

All that hoopin' and hollerin', still ain't scorin' on the court (Rrrr)

You made me, you made me, yeah

You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah

On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah

You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha)

Ayy yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do

Switched the foreign on 'em, navy blue to baby blue

Look at how they started pussy poppin' when 80 flew

All my niggas move that Britney, Ari, yeah, Katy, too

Niggas gassed on the really though, gas I pumped them

Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him

Push the limits, I'm a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him

Pushed past being filthy rich, ask I trumped them

'Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest era, era

Never been clearer, clearer, don't force it, Farrah, Farrah

Because you'll never be me, that's word to Bella, Gigi

Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG (Woah)

Now carry on, now carry on

Now carry on, now carry on

Swish, swish, I'm just gettin' my Curry on

G6 flow, all Louis V carry-ons

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You'd make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see

To you, he's rich and famous, but he's just a guy to me (guy to me)

On blood, you made me, you made me

You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah

On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah

You made me (Okay), you made me (Haha)