YG - My Nigga (Remix) Explicit Feat. Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill & Nicki Minaj

 

Lyrics to My Nigga (Remix) Explicit Feat. Lil Wayne, Rich Homie Quan, Meek Mill & Nicki Minaj by YG

 [Verse 1: YG] I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work (I done fronted n-ggas work) You say you want that head up But we don't fight fair brah Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out (Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?) Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out Death Row days show you what this West Coast about [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'd die for my motherf-ckin' n-gga Jump in front a bullet for my motherf-ckin' n-gga on the stand I'd lie for my motherf-ckin' n-gga Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf-ckin' n-gga Real talk, I don't really f-ck with too many n-ggas Cause n-ggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the f-ckin' money tickle Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple And I never put a ho before my bro Don't beef over no ho And my n-ggas sell them keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherf-ckin' n-ggas When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my f-ckin' n-ggas I kill for my motherf-ckin' n-ggas Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew White person, got my middle finger on the trigger And with my little finger to you n-ggas I swear it's f-ck all y'all n-ggas Except my n-ggas Tunechi! [Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said that I'mma ride for my motherf-ckin' n-gga Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my n-ggas And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n-gga My n-gga, my n-gga My n-gga, my n-gga (My motherf-ckin' n-ggas!) My n-gga, my n-gga (My n-gga, my n-gga) My n-gga, my n-gga [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf-ckin' n-ggas You catch me out Chicago with them motherf-ckin' hittas Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger And when we on that lean, we ain't f-ckin' with the liquor I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches She keep liking all my pictures Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up" Same n-gga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change Catch me out in Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang" In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't love Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG that's my n-gga Cause I been in the field life on the line with him And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em [Hook] [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n-gga I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n-gga? You nig, you n-ggas ain't got no joints Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point I just come through with a couple bossy bitches They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches! I ride for my bitches I'm so f-ckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches Bitches, my bitches I need a n-gga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches Need a n-gga with some good neck, ostriches My n-ggas [Hook] [Outro: Nicki Minaj] New York to Compton Got YG with me so don't get stomped in Y'all know who the f-ck it is See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch And when you come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like You better get your motherf-ckin' oven mitt, bitch!