Nicki Minaj - Arctic Tundra (feat. Juice WRLD) lyrics

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear
When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair

Haha, Max Lord in this bitch preachin', haha
(Gezin)
Fuck the blunt up, haha, yeah

I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)

I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah
She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah



This Young Money ENT, fuck that negative Nancy
I'm still ballin', I'm still ballin', NBA on TNT
Came through drippin', D&G, always duckin' TMZ
Flow still need that EMT, tell her get at me and see
I'm the toppa-toppa, bitches is a Khan like Chaka
I get it before they cop it, always been that type of shopper
And I never tell a lie, I just put one in the sky
I just popped me a transformer, gettin' money 'til we die
'Til we die, we gon' be fly, made a milli' in Shanghai
I don't need job applications for that pressure I apply
That is why they gotta lie, that is just how they get by
But my flow still gon' be wavy and your flow still gon' be dry
I done fucked the world up in ten short years
Had teachers like Weezy F. and been all ears
Lose studs that's VVS, then get more pairs
They been prayin' on my downfall, still need more prayers

I'ma fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy
I'ma stay up like I popped three Addys
Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie
Let's get faded and have a party, yeah
If you got that bomb, put your hands in the air
Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear
When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair
Catch me somewhere fuckin' the blunt up and fuckin' on your momma

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah
She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

I'm high as hell
Mind everywhere
Still mind over matter
Pockets gettin' fatter, elevate like a ladder
Thirty in that 40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen, and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right, you don't live a better life
Run it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price
Now you read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah
She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair
Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air
Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare
Lookin' this good shouldn't even be fair
Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair
Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air
Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare
Lookin' this good shouldn't even be
Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies
Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty
Nothin' but all this designer on me
All of my niggas throwin' up gang signs for me