We Go Up (Extended) Lyrics by Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
O mój Boże! ale dojebałem bit
New York, stand the fuck up! (Yeah)
You know what's goin' on, nigga
Fivio, Barbie!
Fivio Foreign!
Nicki Minaj! nigga
Touch my crown again, bitch (Bitch-ass niggas)
It's only one king, it's only one queen
There's two crowns, nigga
Baow!

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, this week, 'Rari ('Rari)
Next week, Lambo (Lambo)
Bitch, 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 bitches is salty
I give them pressure (I give them pressurе)
Uh, you bitches is salty
Pass me the pеpper (Pass me the pepper)
Uh, you bitches 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', bitches is testy
Get you a vacuum, bitches is messy
Let's see!
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This shit ain't new to me
Shit is just new to y'all
I wish a bitch would upon a shooting star (shooting star)
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
Burrt! look up!
We shootin' stars

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
Bitches don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These bitches bums, when I see them
They make me throw up (Ooh)
I wish a bitch would spin
I'm like, "Please show up" (Show up)
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets
Grow up (Grow up)
'Cause you the type to say that shit
And knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I'm 'bout to make you regret
You chose me as an enemy, bitch (Bitch)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks
So pull up with the blicks
Some of the best shooters out of New York
They don't play with the Knicks
That ain't Fivio Foreign
That's Barbie new foreign, bitch
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
Bitches imitate, please stop
Suck his dick like a freeze pop
First, he gotta give me top
Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag
More colorful than a peacock
Weak niggas 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)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Sitting in the back of the Benz
And my feet go up (Get money)
Bitches don't come outside
When the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob
When we roll up (Haha)
These bitches bums, when I see them
They make me throw up (Yo! all these bitches)
I wish a bitch would spin
I'm like, "Please show up" (Ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talkin' 'bout a bitch for the streets
Grow up (Grow up, I'm not playin'
'Cause you the type to say that shit
And knock a freak ho up (Grrt)

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
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 nigga 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 niggas 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 (Yeah, look, huh)
I put your brains on a napkin
I tell my demons to whack 'em
My nigga died, then that nigga died
Look, I don't even know
How it happened, bitch

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)
Bitches don't come outside
When the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob
When we roll up (Baow, haha)
Bums, when I see them
They make me throw up
(Big dumb, all these bitches)
I wish a bitch 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)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Grrt, baow, baow, baow (Queen!)
Aye, this shit is going on the Floor (Queen!)
This album don't play, nigga
Word, we see the slick shit too
Yeah, they can't stop this shit, nigga (Yeah)
They can't stop this shit, nigga
That's it, nigga (Uh-huh)
We gon' do how we want, when we want, how we want
This my city, nigga, this Nicki's city, nigga
(You heard 'em)
Don't nothin' else matter, nigga
They ain't outside like us, nigga (Fendi Facts)
They inside, they not around, we been around, nigga
Fuck the opps (Heavy on that, haha)
They can't; you know Bitch
Gurrt, baow, baow
And we rep the 9, Queens to Brooklyn
Bitch ass nigga
Long live T-dot
It's Barbie city!