Chords for Nicki Minaj - "OOOUUU" (Lyrics) Pinkprint Freestyle

I'm talking about my brand and you talking about your brands
_ the difference is a lot of _ _ M's to your couple hundred [Cm] grand _
_ Young Money, shout _ _ out to Lil Wayne _ _ _ for signing a lil chick from Queens, New York City _ _
_ _ Mama, K-Song at it again
Young Ma, it's the female J, I'm a brand according to what retail say
Yeah my toys be selling out on presale day
Plus I got the title, Queen Street Press Replay
Testify for my nigga to the G8 face
One time for the Super OPA case
I'm still schooling bitches like G8 State
And I'm still ball, call me T-Day J
Boss for years, niggas thought I did a bid
I'm dragging these hoes like Harambe did the kid
Shut the club down, it was popping and we slid
I call my pussy liquor, I ain't talking bout a swig
But if you thirsty, I own this thing Greer
Shout out to Fox Brown, I don't mean Henry Greer
I got a sign that say lames can't tame here
That's eyelashes, blank stare
He be like, you came?
I be like, you came?
He say my ride game smoother than the move lane
A's come, they count me out, I be like Usain
Bitch, I come back like Jordan in the screw game
A's come and shoot it, it be all net
I give them ostrich, that mean all net
You think of me, I got one deck
And go to sleep playing with his ball sack _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ They wanna know my recipe
They know I ball like the niggas at the Esafy
Strung out on the pussy so I call her Crystal Mephany
Shorty tryna give me brain like telepathy
Yo, since the rain, get Chanel bags
I'm bout a bitch looking like Chanel X
Chilling out in them Beverly Hills pants
I gave bitches time but they still mad
Si, esta loco
If my bitch don't like you, yo tampoco
Me, [G] Dorothy and you, [Cm] Toto
And I put some marshmallows in my coco
Yo, _ _ _ _ _ don't ever talk about Nicki in the past tense
Unless I flop past that ass in the fast bench
Fuck outta here, you dumb bitch
You know I'm [D] pretty and I'm witty and I'm [Cm] done rich
You go shade, but I sun, bitch
And now you know what I'ma say, you my son, bitch
Yikes, yikes, yikes, yikes
Keep me rolling, Juice
_ Hold on, hold on, keep me rolling, _ Juice
Like I ain't make all these bitches want a fat ass at some point
_ _ Like I ain't make these bitches rock pink hair at some point _
_ Oh my God
Wait, God is good, let me testify
God is good
_ Shout out to my friends, I miss y'all so much too
[G] I miss y'all [Cm] so much too _ Ooooooh
_ _ Ooooooh _
_ _ Like I ain't make a lot of bitches start spitting metaphors and all of that _ See? _ _ _
Queen, man _ _ _ _ _ _
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