This one is for the boys with the boomer system.
Top down, AC with the cooler system
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up.
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up.
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill.
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never fly coach.
He a muthafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship.
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip.
That's the kind of dude I was lookin' for.
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin' hoe.
I said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican fly.
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie.
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh.
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is.
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up.