Nicki Minaj - LLC lyrics

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? (OK '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 limit's, 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)