Ain’t Gone Do It Nicki Minaj

[Chorus: Tayla Parx]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don't need to know your name
Don't you see these on my feet?
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin' that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I'm in the hood?
When you know fuckin' right I'm in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin' at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin' with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin' Adobe
Oh, oh, that's some bologna
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin' for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I'm draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire