I got it!We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

Nicki Minaj and Cassie Lyrics
"The Boys"

5.0 / 5
9 reviewers
Do you like this song?
(click stars to rate)
save!

my lyricsbox
Punchline queen no boxer dough
Might pull up in a Porsche no boxer dough
Tell a hater yo' don't you got cocks to blow
Tell em kangaroo nick I'll box a hoe
They said i go vibe and a possible
Don't go against Nicki, impossible
I came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle

Your lipsticks stains
Smells like a cheap motel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it ,taste it, see it, feel it,
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar paper chaser get that money
yeah yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry, on top of the world
I hope you, have the time of your life
I hope I, dont lose you tonight

Ball head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curve so i block the coups
Watch the deuce, man I'm stingie with my putty cat
Stebbie did you ever really love me Stebbie
Purrr, pull up in a purrr, whist on purrr, pussy on purrrurrr
I don't even break when i'm backing up
I swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done push more sixes than a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a date rape, nigga

Your bossed up swag
Got em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in their eyes
Got em blinded by a masquerade
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it ,taste it, see it, feel it,
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar paper chaser get that money
yeah yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry, on top of the world
I hope you, have the time of your life
I hope I, dont lose you tonight

I put all you bitches on to them good lace front
Girls is my sons, carry them for eight months
And yes you're premature, young money to the core
I might get you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl, that's that mid grey
Buck 50 on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah the razor
she my son but I ain't raises her
Loose me hater,i get that loose leaf paper
Them v-neck be studied
Our t-rex be gutted yha

I told them Nicki be chillin
Or imma keep hurtin they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be trippin
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in haiti with haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You made dusty, you a little dusty possum
I just came through with the six
Like my name was blossom

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry, on top of the world
I hope you, have the time of your life
I hope I, dont lose you tonight
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry, on top of the world
I hope you, have the time of your life
I hope I, dont lose you tonight

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
This song is from the album "Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded — The Re-Up".