Ru Spits and Nicki Minaj - I Just Borrow

Okay so what's a Barbie to do, I mean?
It's like, it's like I'm the baddest Barbie
In the fucking world i mean, this is some
Vintage Nicki Minaj shit, throwback shit
I mean come on now it's Barbie bitch!

I don't got a dollar tonight
I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels
Or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but
I'll fuck your friend (whoop)

Trick you crazy tryna play me
Way cooler than AC's your boy be cakey
Roll hard like Stake Key dimes embrace me
Lace me
They bring the whip cream to taste me
If I buy you a drink you gotta compensate me
Damn girl you bootyful, I mean beautiful
Me and you together ain't no
Telling what we could do
Flee for a week or two
You can bring your peoples too
Bullshit or not, I ain't even got a reason to
When I smoke clear my dear
I'm tryna leave with chu
Slitho B's the keys, I get the vehicle
Pull up to the front
I'm a roll another blunt (whoo)

I don't got a dollar tonight I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels
Or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but
I'll fuck your friend

Listen play boy, boy
I don't know why you tryna play
The girl like a toy, toy
I don't care 'bout your ends
That you spend boy
I'm tryna holla at your friend he a ten boy
Look, you see Christian Dior on my tit's

I don't care if you spit
I don't care if your name RU Spit's
Nicki you still a brew chick
But I rock with cha fella like the S Dot Kidd
Niggas wanna know her but a bitch so cocky
"Miss bow for her" 'cause my wrists so rocky
Who gon' top me? Who gon' stop me?
Nickname shippy TV that where they watch me

I don't got a dollar tonight I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels
Or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but
I'll fuck your friend

Spit's the kid that'll hit em' and dodge
I need a chick that me rip
Right in my homie garage you know the type?

Not Nicki Maraj

Yeah right let me bring you to a place
We can party all night

Look family, I don't think you understand me
Hold on a minute tell you what the plan be
Think it's 'bout time you moved on to plan B
You can catch me, where your man be

Aight, listen boo
You ain't gon' be dissin RU
If you feeling my dude let's
Pull a little switch-a-roo
Send your friend over she get
Hit with some pimpin' too
'Bout to make moves, let me know
What you wan do?

I don't got a girl every night I just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

Written by:
Onika Tanya Maraj, Carly Rae Jepsen, Clarence Bernard Coffee, Lucas Hilbert, Katerina Loules, Martin Karl Sandberg, Shiloh Reann Schramm

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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