Five-O Nicki Minaj (Ft. Gudda Gudda & Jae Millz)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Where my straight jacket at? I’m a psycho
Where that white blow? Why they copy my flow?
If it’s not Young Money, it’s a typo
There them lights go, we don’t talk to Five-O

[Post-Chorus: Nicki Minaj (pitched down)]
We don’t t-t-talk, talk to Five-O
There them lights go, we don’t talk to Five-O
If it’s not Young Money, it’s a typo
There them lights go, we don’t talk to Five-O

[Verse 1: Jae Millz]
Mister officer, mister officer
I’m sorry I don’t wanna take a walk with ya
Matter of fact, I ain’t tryna talk to ya
We ain’t got no business, so fuck we talking for?
There ain’t no need to bring me in for no interrogation
Cause about that boy who just got shot, I got no information
These broke ass snitch niggas still gram shaving
At the precinct writing statements on which trap house is the station (Damn)
Not I, tattle-telling is for homos
Besides, thats the Number 1 Young Money no-no
Police, we don’t chat with them
We ain’t got no rap for them
You in the cop car pointing niggas out from the back of them (There he go)
Back seat informer, your papi shoulda warned ya
You even tell PoPo I’m black, then you's a fucking goner
Yeah you get high, but I get higher
Manyana, I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor