We Go Up lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
(O mój Boże, ale dojebałem bit)
New York, stand the f*ck up! (Yeah)
You know what's goin' on, n*gga
(Swizzy na bicie, ziomal)
Fivio, Barbie (Papi Yerr)
Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj, n*gga (That's Fivio Foreign, Nicki Minaj)
Touch my crown again, b*tch (b*tch-ass n*ggas)
It's only one king, it's only one queen, there's two crowns, n*gga (There's only one king, there's only one queen, n*gga)
Baow, grr

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, this week, 'Rari, next week, Lambo
b*tch, I'm fly, I don't land, though
This they funeral, start the service
Say my name, make 'em nervous
Uh, these b*tches is salty, I give them pressure
Uh, these b*tches is salty, pass mе the pepper
Uh, thеse b*tches be jackin' me like the Ripper
Uh, I am a hustler, I can sell water to Flipper
Uh, I know they teabaggin', b*tches is testy
Get you a vacuum, b*tches is messy
Let's see
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
Now that is what gets me
This sh*t ain't new to me, sh*t is just new to y'all
I wish a b*tch would upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my final coup de grâce
(Brrt), look up, we shootin' stars
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up
b*tches don't come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b*tches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up
I wish a b*tch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up"
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin' 'bout a b*tch for the streets, grow up
'Cause you the type to say that sh*t and knock a freak ho up (Ugh)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I'm 'bout to make you regret you chose me as an enemy, b*tch
Southside Jamaica, we mobbin' them bricks, so pull up with them blicks
Some of the best shooters out of New York, they don't play with the Knicks (Ayo)
That ain't Fivio Foreign, that's Barbie new foreign, b*tch
These? Nah, that ain't Reebok
We back on that Ewok
Percocets, gotta detox
Firearms gon' get restocked
Shooters hittin' that G-spot
b*tches imitate, please stop
Suck his di*k like a freeze pop
First, he gotta give me top (Brrt)
Louis bag, oh, that Louis bag more colorful than a peac*ck
Weak n*ggas gotta get the boot, gotta get the boot with no treetop
He was like, "Who that? She bad," I was like, "Oh, that's bestie"
I could be all the way covered, it's still givin' sexy
I know they sleepin' on me, b*tches got epilepsy
I don't do coke, little b*tch, I don't even do Pepsi
Let's see
How you don't like me, but tryna do everything like me?
That is what gets me
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Sitting in the back of the Benz and my feet go up (Get money)
b*tches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Haha)
These b*tches bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Yo, all these b*tches—)
I wish a b*tch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me, please don't bring a cheap ho up
You keep talkin' 'bout a b*tch for the streets, grow up (I'm not playin')
'Cause you the type to say that sh*t and knock a freak ho up (Grrt)

[Verse 3: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, look, go on a drill and I make it look good to you
I tell my shooter to bully you (Baow, I tell my shooter to bully you)
Uh, yeah (Yeah)
That n*gga gon' kill you as soon as I look at you (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn't do, huh (I never say what I wouldn't do)
Yeah, look, open the door and I shoot out the bulletproof
Look, I'm with a baddie, she love the aggression
I'm with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I'm showin' them growth and I'm teachin' 'em lessons
And I watch how I'm moving 'cause I'm the investment
f*ck her all night and I go and get breakfast
I don't do paperwork or confessions (Nah)
I don't do internet shows or texting (Nah)
Shoot up the party, that's sendin' a message (Baow, baow)
Them n*ggas started us (Them n*ggas started us, yeah)
The bulletproof is like a guarded truck (Skrrt)
Ain't no blicky with me, I got Nicki with me (Nah)
And she Barbied up (Lil' b*tch, yeah)
If we see 'em, we shooting the party up (Grrt)
We ain't squashing sh*t, don't try to "sorry" us (Nah)
I got rich friends and they be Rari'd up (Skrrt)
If they want to, they shooting the Garvey up (Baow, baow, baow)
Fivi' (Fivi'), spazzin' (Spazzin')
Two shows (Two shows), backend (Backend)
Fendi (Fendi), fashion (Fashion)
Fendi (Yeah, look), fashion
I put your brains on a napkin
I tell my demons to whack 'em
My n*gga died, then that n*gga died
Look, I don't even know how it happened (b*tch)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Fivio Foreign]
Pink Rolls truck and my feet go up (Get money)
b*tches don't come outside when the beef go up (Take money)
But I love the way they mob when we roll up (Baow, grrt, haha)
Bums, when I see them, they make me throw up (Big dumb, all these b*tches—)
I wish a b*tch would spin, I'm like, "Please show up" (Baow) (Look up)
When it come to Queen Sleaze, all the fees go up (Baow, what hapened?)
I said we out, you can't breeze with us (Baow)
And my wrist always on ice time, freeze, it's us (Baow, the money)
Mm