เนื้อเพลง My N*gga (Remix) - YG

[YG]
I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out; Glocks in my ma's house
Front you with that work (I done fronted n*ggas work - OH-OHHH~!)
You say you want that head up but we don't fight fair brah
Catch you slippin' from your backside, they knock you out
Ace gon' stomp you out then Buddah gon' stomp you out
(Has momma ever see you with a busted eye and busted mouth?!)
Nine milli pokin' out, fo-fizzy pokin' out
Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about

[Lil Wayne]
I'd die for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Jump in front a bullet for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
On the stand I'd lie for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf*ckin' n*gga
Real talk, I don't really f*ck with too many n*ggas
Cause n*ggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels
I be laughin' to the bank like the f*ckin' money tickle
Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top boss, s*ck a nipple
And I never put a ho before my bro, don't beef over no hoe
And my n*ggas sell them keys if you can't open your door
Hope you buy for my motherf*ckin' n*ggas
When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my f*ckin' n*ggas, he-heh
I kill for my motherf*ckin' n*ggas
Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew white person
Got my middle finger on the trigger and with my little finger to you n*ggas
I swear it's f*ck all y'all n*ggas... except my n*ggas
OWW~!

[Chorus - Rich Homie Quan (Wayne & Rich Homie):]
I said that I'm a ride for my motherf*ckin' n*gga (Tunechi!)
Most likely I'm a die with my finger on the trigger
I've been grindin outside all day with my n*ggas
(And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n*gga)
(My n*gga, my n*gga...)
(My n*gga, my n*gga) My motherf*ckin' n*ggas!
(My n*gga, my n*gga) My n*gga, my n*gga
My n*gga, my n*gga - yeah...

[Meek Mill]
Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf*ckin' n*ggas (stacks)
You catch me out Chicago with them motherf*ckin' hittas (stacks)
Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger (Durk!)
And when we on that lean, we ain't f*ckin' with the liquor (no)
I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the b*tches (to the b*tches)
... She keep likin' all my pictures
Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up
Catch you at the red light, have 'em screamin' "Can't get up!" (YOU CAN'T)
Same n*gga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing change
C-C-Catch me out in Collins screamin' "Money ain't a thang"
In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood
And if homie ain't my homie then I know it ain't love
Screamin' out "4 Hunnid!" YG that's my n*gga (my n*gga)
Cause I been in the field life on the line with' him (line with' him)
And if it's really good, why I prolly die with' 'em (die with' 'em)
Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit 'em - WHOA~!

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n*gga
I-I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n*gga?
You nig, you n*ggas ain't got no joints
Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point
I just come through with a couple bossy b*tches
They get money too, they some "don't cross me b*tches"
Flossy b*tches, Sergio Rossi, b*tches
And if we at the game then it's floor seat, b*tches!
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I ride for my b*tches
I'm so f*ckin' rich I cop rides for my b*tches
Dollar menu fries, apple pies, out the b*tches
I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta b*tches; b*tches, my b*tches
I need a n*gga with some Diff'rent Strokes - Todd Bridges
Shout out to my MAIN b*tches and my side b*tches
Need a n*gga with some good neck - ostriches
... My n*ggas

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj - over Chorus]
New York to Compton
Got YG with me so don't get stomped in, uh-huh
Y'all know who the f*ck it is
See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees, B*TCH~!
And when you come out, it's gon' burn you b*tches like
You better get your motherf*ckin' oven mitt, B*TCH~!
{"Mustard on the beat, ho~! "} HA-HAAAAA!