I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts
Got the Halloween kicks trick or treatin' the clutch [bad word] on [bad word]  is you trickin' or what?
Flow tighter than a [bad word] in the butt

Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv'
Little white tee, some [bad word]  and bamboo
White girls tell me, "Hey Nicki, your [bad word] 
Is that why you get more head than shampoos?"

Asalamalakum, no oink for me
And I never let a D-boy boink for free
'Cause it's Barbie, [bad word]  you can join the wave
I done penny, nickel, dimed, I done coined the phrase

You couldn't beat me there if you had a Leer
Indian style court side with a cavalier
VIP Rosés you can have a beer
'Cause honey, when you getting' money, you don't have a care

Now r-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger that, r-roger that
R-roger

Young black Rico's kill for the C-notes
But me though, I'm Jack son [bad word] Tito
She wanna play games but this is not bingo
Monopoly, I'm past go, go ahead and deep throat

4-chick foursomes, skin colors mocha
Sally and Sonia put the pussies on my Totem
Pole vault stroke 'em, strike it like bowlin'
Now open like you yawnin', it's 6 in the mornin'

Sleepin' on me probably in a coffin
I'm hotter than the end of [bad word] #39; August, I'm awesome
I'm awesome, repeat it to your grandma and uncles
M-mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the [bad word] 

 [bad word]  this the last supper
Look, no hands, I'm a bread cuffer
I don't dare love her, I'm a dare devil
I don't fear nothin', [bad word]  Young Money

Now roger that, roger that
R-roger that, roger that
 [bad word] around and never get roger back

(I'm goin' in)
Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette
The blunt still wet so pass it like bread
We sip side a mug, we call it upset
Smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden death

I'm a beast, you a pet
AK long neck, key sweat
Weezy, [bad word]  capo in this [bad word] with me
Money talks and have a convo' in this [bad word] with me

I'm mountain high, Colorado in this [bad word] with me
Flow crazy, 730, you just 650
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off
Laughin' to the bank, I'm a goof ball

It's Y.M. and we at yo' neck like a violin
It's our world, we make it spin and y'all the prey, amen

Now roger that, roger that
Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a Rat
[bad word] around and never get Roger back