We Go Up (Extended) Lyrics – Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
O mój Boże! ale dojebałem bit
New York, stand the f**k up! (Yeah)
You know what's going on, n!gga
Fivio, Barbie!
Fivio Foreign!
Nicki Minaj! n!gga
Touch my crown again, b!tch (B!tch-as* n!ggas)
It's only one king, it's only one queen
There's two crowns, n!gga
Baow!

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

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
B!tches don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b!tches bums, when I see them
They make me throw up (Oh)
I wish a b!tch 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 talking 'bout a b!tch for the streets
Grow up (Grow up)
'Cause you the type to say that sh!t
And knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I'm 'bout to make you regret
You chose me as an enemy, b!tch (B!tch)
Southside Jamaica, we mobbing them bricks
So pull up with the bl!cks
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, b!tch
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gone get restocked
Shooters hitting that G-spot
B!tches imitate, please stop
Suck his d!ck like a freeze pop
First, he gotta give me top
Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag
More colorful than a peacock
Weak n!ggas 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 giving sexy
I know they sleeping on me
B!tches got epilepsy
I don't do coke, little b!tch
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 (Oh)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Sitting in the back of the Benz
And my feet go up (Get money)
B!tches don't come outside
When the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob
When we roll up (Haha)
These b!tches bums, when I see them
They make me throw up (Yo! all these b!tches)
I wish a b!tch would spin
I'm like, "Please show up" (Oh, rockaway)
When you talk to me
Please don't bring a cheap ho up (Ho up)
You keep talking 'bout a b!tch for the streets
Grow up (Grow up, I'm not playing
'Cause you the type to say that sh!t
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 n!gga gone 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 showing them growth and I'm teaching 'em lessons
I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment
F**k 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!ggas started us (Them n!ggas started us, yeah)
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)
Ain't no bl!cky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)
And she Barbied up (Lil' b!tch) (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'), spazzing (Spazzing)
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 n!gga died, then that n!gga died
Look, I don't even know
How it happened, b!tch

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)
B!tches 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 b!tches)
I wish a b!tch 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 sh!t is going on the Floor (Queen!)
This album don’t play, n!gga
Word, we see the sl!ck sh!t too
Yeah, they can’t stop this sh!t, n!gga (Yeah)
They can’t stop this sh!t, n!gga
That’s it, n!gga (Uh-huh)
We gon’ do how we want, when we want, how we want
This my city, n!gga, this Nicki's city, n!gga
(You heard ’em)
Don’t nothin’ else matter, n!gga
They ain’t outside like us, n!gga (Fendi Facts)
They inside, they not around, we been around, n!gga
F**k the opps (Heavy on that, haha)
They can’t— you know B!tch
Gurrt, baow, baow
And we rep the 9, Queens to Brooklyn
B!tch as* n!gga
Long live T-dot
It's Barbie city!