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Nicki Minaj Singles 2018

  • Release date: February 17, 2019
  • Label: YMCMB
  • Catalog #: Nicki Minaj Singles 2018

Hello FAMzers,

These are some songs by Nicki Minaj

They were all released in 2018.


Here they are:

  1. 1

    Chun Li Nicki Minaj

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    Chun Li –Nicki Minaj

    Ay yo
    Look like I'm goin' for a swim
    Dunked on 'em, now I'm swingin' off the rim
    Bitch ain't comin' off the bench
    While I'm comin' off the court full drenched
    Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched
    Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench
    This birds copy every word, every inch
    But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench
    I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot
    Oh now she tryna be friends like I forgot
    Show off my diamonds like I'm signed by the Roc
    Ain't pushin' out his babies 'til he bite a rock

    Ay yo I been on, bitch you been con
    Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
    I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
    He keep on dialing Nicki, like the Prince song
    I been on, bitch you been con
    Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
    Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft
    Plates say 'Chung-Li' drop the Benz off

    Oh I get it
    They paintin' me out to be the bad guy
    Well it's the last time you're gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me

    I went and copped the chopsticks
    Put it in my bun just to pop shit
    I'm always in the top shit
    Box seats bitch, fuck the gossip
    How many of them could've did it with finesse?
    Now everybody like, "she really is the best"
    You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
    Now I'm about to turn around and beat my chest
    Bitch it's King Kong, yes it's King Kong
    Bitch it's King Kong, this is King Kong
    Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
    Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong
    Bitch it's King Kong, yes I'm King Kong
    This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
    In my kingdom, with my Timbs on
    (How many championships?) What? Six rings on

    They need rappers like me
    They need rappers like me
    So they can get on their fuckin' keyboards and make me, the bad guy
    Chun-Li

    Ay yo I been on, bitch you been con
    Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
    I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
    He keep on dialing Nicki, like the Prince song
    I been on, bitch you been con
    Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
    Ay yo I been North, Laura been Croft
    Plates say 'Chung-Li' drop the Benz off

    I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
    Designer thigh highs
    It's my lifestyle
    I come alive, I, I'm always sky high
    Designer thigh highs
    It's my lifestyle
    I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin' sci-fi
    Give me the password, to the fuckin' WiFi

    Songwriters: Jeremy Edward Reid / Onika Tanya Maraj
    Chun-Li lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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  2. 2

    Motorsport Nicki Minaj ft Migos , Cardi B

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    Motorsport –Nicki Minaj ft Migos , Cardi B

    Yeah, skrrt
    M-M-M-Murda

    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
    You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
    Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
    Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
    Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

    Face all your fears, then get at me
    Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
    Sit so high in the nosebleeds (yeah)
    Feel like I can fly, yeah
    Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
    Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex
    Take the air out the mall, walkin' with the sacks
    Take the air out your broad (hey), now she can't go back

    Xans, Perky, check (yeah), Bill Belichick
    Take the air out the ball (yeah), just so I can flex
    Take the air out the mall (hey, walk in with the sacks)
    Take the air out your broad (woo, woo, woo, E)
    Girl, yeah, yeah
    I wish my grandma could see me (grandma)
    Take away, pain ain't easy (pain)
    That's why I fire up a bleezy (fire)
    Niggas not cappin' this season

    Offset
    The coupe came imported (hey)
    This season's Off-White come in snorted (white)
    Green Lamborghini a tortoise (Lambo)
    No human being, I'm immortal (no)
    Patek and A.P. full of water (Patek)
    Hundred K, I spend on my señora (racks)
    My pinky on margarine, butter (margarine)
    And my ears got McDonald's nuggets (ayy)
    Soon, as I land on the Leer (whew)
    Piguets, they wet, tears ('guets)
    488, hit the gears (488)
    Suicide doors, Britney Spears
    I'm boujee, so, bitch, don't get near (boujee)
    Criss Angel, make dope disappear (voila)
    Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears (skrrt)
    It's a race to the bag, get the mills (hey)

    Ride the dick like a BMX
    No nigga wanna be my ex (no)
    I love, when he go on tour
    'Cause he cums more, when I see him less
    I get upset off, I turn Offset on
    I told him the other day
    Man, we should sell that porn
    Yeah, Cardi B, I'm back, bitches
    I don't wanna hear I'm actin' different
    Same lips that be talkin' 'bout me
    Is the same lips that be ass kissin'
    These hoes ain't, what they say they are
    And their pussy stank, they're catfishin'
    Same hoes, that was sendin' shots
    They reachin' out like their back itchin'
    Why would I hop in some beef (why?)
    When I could just hop in a Porsche?
    You heard she gon' do what from who?
    That's not a reliable source, no
    So tell me, have you seen her?
    Let me wrap my weave up
    I'm the trap Selena
    Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
    You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
    Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
    Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
    Straight up there (where?), we didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)

    Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth
    Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth
    You see them stats, you know, what I am about
    I am the champ, I'm Iron Mike in a bout
    Attention, I'ma need you to face front
    You don't want smoke with me, this is a laced blunt
    Rap's Jackie Chan, we ain't pullin' them fake stunts
    My crown won't fit on your bum ass lace fronts (uh)
    You bitches catchin' a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
    All of your friends'll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi
    I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy
    Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy
    This Givenchy is custom made, now you can't get it at Saks though
    I don't work in no office, but they copyin' and that's facts though
    I ain't tryna be violent, but if Nicki on it, it slaps, ho
    Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
    I'm with a couple bad bitches that'll rip the party
    Quavo the QB, I'm Nick Lombardi
    Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty
    I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
    "Yo Nick, didn't you just do a hit with Gotti?"
    That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti
    It's a wrap, like the things on the head of a Saudi
    Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty (rrrr)

    Brand new Chanels (Chanels)
    I stepped on runnin' from 12 (12)
    Ain’t make no commitment with none of you bitches
    'Cause money is treatin' me well (uh uh)
    If Nicki should show me her titty
    Right hand on the Bible, I swear I won't tell (swear)
    If I get to play with that kitty
    I wonder how many platinums we gon' sell (albums)
    Pop a Perc and catch a feel (I pop one)
    Now I cannot feel the wheel (woah)
    My chest bad, give me chills
    And the left hand on Richard Mille (ice)
    Not the watch, but the price on the ice
    If you don't know what that is (huh)
    Motorsport, motorville
    Abort the mission, that's a kill (pew, pew, brrr)

    Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport (skrrt, skrrt)
    Shawty bad (bad), pop her like a cork (pop it)
    You a dork, never been a sport (dork, yeah)
    Pull up (woo, woo), jumpin' out the court (court, jump)
    Cotton candy (drink), my cup tastes like the fair (cotton)
    Straight up there (where?) we didn't take the stairs (where?)
    Faced my fears (fears), gave my mama tears (mama)
    Shiftin' gears (shift), on the Nawf, get serious (serious)
    Songwriters: Belcalis Almanzar / Francisco Saldana / Kevin Gomringer / Kiari Cephus / Kirsnick Khari Ball / Onika Maraj / Quavious Marshall / Ramon Ayala / Shane Lindstrom / Tim Gomringer / Victor Cabrera
    MotorSport lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

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  3. 3

    No Frauds Nicki Minaj ft Drake, Lil Wayne

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    No Frauds –Nicki Minaj ft Drake, Lil Wayne

    I don't need no, frauds
    I don't need no, drama when you call
    I don't need no, fake
    Soon as I wake up keep an eye out for the snakes, yeah

    'Cause I don't need no, fraud
    I don't need no, drama when you call
    I don't need no, lies
    Pick a side, pick a side
    I took the price, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
    I took the price, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up

    Aye yo, throw your wrist-es up, all my bitches up
    These niggas is pussier than what? All them dicks is up
    All my real niggas down to ride, throw your GSXRs up
    I ain't in the projects, but all my bricks is up, rrrr
    You can't be Pablo if your work ain't sellin'
    What the fuck is this bitch inhalin'?
    I would've helped you out that pit you fell in
    I am the generous Queen! Ask Ms. Ellen
    Tried to drop "Another One", you was itchin' to scrap
    You exposed your ghostwriter, now you wish it was scrapped
    Heard your pussy on "Yuck, " I guess you needed a Pap
    What type of bum bitch shoot a friend over a rack?
    What type of mother leave her one son over a stack?
    Lil Boogie down basic bitch thinkin' she back
    Back to back, oh you mean, back to wack?
    "Back to Back"? Me and Drizzy laughed at that
    They say numbers don't matter but when they discussin' the kings
    They turn around and say Lebron ain't got 6 rings
    I never signed a 360, bitch you wild dumb
    That's why Jay ain't clear his verse for your album
    Sheneneh, you a fraud committin' perjury
    I got before and after pictures of your surgery
    Rah took you to her doc, but you don't look like Rah
    Left the operating table, still look like "nah"

    'Cause I don't need no, frauds
    I don't need no, drama when you call
    I don't need no, lies
    Pick a side, pick a side
    I took the price, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
    I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up

    Yeah, yeah, never been no fraud
    Why do niggas that are not involved love to get involved?
    Why do niggas claim the streets and act just like the law?
    Riddles that I cannot seem to solve, man
    Cristal, come at me, Weezy F and Nick
    All come and spoke about your shit in '15
    Man, I know you niggas saw this one comin'
    My net worth sound like
    But they don't pay in cash
    Niggas see me like, "What up, Killa?"
    Man, please stop bringin' up my past
    I'd really love to leave that behind
    Sometimes I ask God, "Man, why him?"
    Like the team that I would never leave behind
    I really gotta ease off the wine
    Which is funny because I just saw Nick the other day
    And she keeps getting finer over time
    I just know

    I don't need no, frauds
    I don't need no, drama when you call
    I don't need no, lies
    Pick a side, pick a side
    I took the price, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up
    I took the price, yeah, and lift that bitch up
    I took the ice, let me lift my wrist up

    Uh, I am not a fraud, YM, I'm the God
    They don't make 'em like me no more, man, I'm a dinosaur
    Blunt be tight as biker shorts, twisted like some handlebars
    Lil' Tune out a cartoon or Avatar
    I just looked in the mirror like, "Alright, alright, alright"
    I would let that little leaguer right there fuck my wife, word
    I don't need no fraud bitches in and out my life, word
    Eatin' out my pockets, they be in and out of sight, word
    I don't need no drama, I just need some nana
    Just told my lil' mama, "Babe, I think I love you, kinda"
    Feelin' like Tune-y Montana, Weezy, he get honored
    Drake a headliner, and Nicki, she get finer, word
    Songwriters: Aubrey Drake Graham / Brittany Hazzard / Dwayne Carter / Kevin Gomringer / Onika Maraj / Shane Lindstrom / Tim Gomringer
    No Frauds lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Cypmp

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  4. 4

    Rich Sex Nicki Minaj ft Lil Wayne

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    Rich Sex –Nicki Minaj ft Lil Wayne

    Full blown, run rich, Brinx
    Yo! Mula! Yo! Yeah
    Ayo

    I know what these niggas like, and it ain't my charm
    I ain't stupid, this $250 on my arm
    I like money more than dick, nigga, that's a fact
    You think pussy's everything? Well, let's have a chat
    A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga
    Who gon' Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch nigga?
    I'ma help him fuck the check up, I'ma run the business
    If your girl don't get it poppin', put me on your wishlist
    Hitlist, now he sendin' gifts like if it's Christmas
    He say, "Baby, everyday we ballin', " I say, "Swish, swish"
    Got him callin' nonstop 'cause he don't wanna miss this
    I said, "Don't panic, keep the faith, nigga, Big's bitch"

    If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
    (Rich sex)
    Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up
    (Rich sex)
    Go to DR, get that fat transfer
    (Rich sex)
    It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
    (Rich sex)

    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)

    Lil' mama said she only fuckin' on a rich dick
    I cum in her face and tell her, "Now you lookin' rich, bitch"
    Her friend in the other room, can I get a witness?
    We could have some rich sex, cannot have no rich kids
    Facts, all my bitches have no limits
    Fucked her in a helicopter, now she screamin' "Sky's the limit"
    Fuck her in the drop top, now she screamin' "Sky's the limit"
    Sent her back to who she with, now she screamin' "Why I'm with him?"
    Damn, lil' mama said she only suckin' on a rich dick
    Make you put your money where your mouth at, that's some lipstick
    Let's fuck on the money 'fore we count that, that's some rich shit
    Pussy smell like money when I'm down her, that some Nick shit

    If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
    (Rich sex)
    Don't let homie fuck unless his bands up
    (Rich sex)
    Go to DR, get that fat transfer
    (Rich sex)
    It ain't such a thing as broke and handsome
    (Rich sex)

    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)
    If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin'
    (Rich sex)

    Rich who? Got bricks, too
    The rich get richer, that's my ritual
    Rich crew, link my bitch, too
    Mack took the Wraith, me and Tune flew

    I don't even know where we going these days, where we landing
    Queen, where we going again?
    To the moon, Alice, the goon palace
    We don't get fly, we take flight, haha
    Woo! Haha, ahh-haha, ahh!
    You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie?
    (Next stop: New York)
    Hahaha, rrrr!
    Songwriters: Aubry Delaine / Dwayne Carter / Jawara Headley / Jeremy Edward Reid / Onika Tanya Maraj
    Rich Sex lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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  5. 5

    Big Bank Nicki Minaj ft YG, Big Sean, 2Chainz

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    Big Bank –Nicki Minaj ft YG, Big Sean, 2Chainz

    My bitch drive a all white Range
    Couldn't hit it if you nigga's had aim
    Lames can't call and you a lame
    You had it then you lost it, hall of shame
    I can buy a Bentley, don't talk to me
    For a show 150, don't talk to me
    You ain't never helped your mans, don't talk to me
    You just follow all the trends, don't talk to me
    Ay, I set the bar, I'm the fuckin' bar
    In the sky, I'm a fuckin' star
    I don't fall in love 'cause I be lovin' hard
    Do everything like my shirt, extra large
    I don’t care I’ll crash a Ghost
    Got two cribs in two states, I be doing the most
    I got white folks money that I won't blow
    If you ask why 'cause the white folks don't

    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Type of money you gon' need a safe
    Type of money you gon' need a bank
    From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake
    Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank

    Everything proper, no propaganda
    Tropicana Goyard bandanna
    Big sack, a lotta hoes like Santa
    Threw a birthday party in a Phantom
    Big shit like a dinosaur did it
    And you know Tity shinin' like acrylic
    Yeah I sold dope, I had cornrows
    I can you see niggas hatin' with the door close
    Now I'm lookin' for a glove with the sparkle on it
    And my CBD got chocolate on it
    Big bank take small ass shit
    Bank account on some tall ass shit
    Attitude on some fuck you too
    Bankroll on what it do, boo?
    Meet me at the room, let's vibe
    And if I ain't did it yet, I'll try

    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Type of money you gon' need a safe
    Type of money you gon' need a bank
    From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake
    Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank

    She said whatchu' gon do if I leave?
    I said bitch, I'ma do me
    B.I.G., bitch everything zoomed in
    Big bag on me lookin' like I'm movin' in
    Got my foot in the door and we still here
    I'm a first generation millionaire
    I broke the curse in my family not having shit
    I'm passionate, like girls that's after more than just cash and dick
    Feed me to the wolves now I lead the pack and shit
    You boys all cap, I'm more Colin Kaepernick
    I'm rare as affordable health care (oh god)
    Or going to wealth from welfare (got it)
    I turn my Ws to M's, yeah I flip those
    I might buy her red bottoms with the crypto
    Three coins, that'll pay ya whole semester
    But you gotta ride it better than a Tesla

    Big bank take lil' bank, bank (lil' bitch)
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Type of money you gon' need a safe
    Type of money you gon' need a bank
    From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake
    Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Uh oh
    Back again
    Back to back Maybach, stack the M's
    Told em' I met Slim Shady, bagged a Em
    Once he go black, he'll be back again
    Tell them hoes that it's crunch time, abdomen
    Yes I cop mad Chanel and mad Given'
    She did it again, imagine them
    'Bout to make these bum bitches mad again
    Uh oh
    Back to them
    I lead the pack so my backs to them
    Yep, the queen's back, what's happenin'?
    Rerun bout to make these bitches rap again (rr) (uh)
    Diamond chains on my ankle
    Young Money in the cut like a shank though
    Tell T.I.P. Rubber band's in my bankroll
    Show my ass like a stank hoe

    Big bank take lil' bank
    Big bank take lil' bank
    Type of money you gon' need a safe
    Type of money you gon' need a bank
    From the hood, this type of money make you stay awake
    Type of money she gon' let you put it in her face
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Big bank take lil' bank, bank
    Songwriters: Dijon Isaiah McFarlane / Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson / Nye Jr. Lee / Onika Tanya Maraj / Sean Michael Anderson / Tauheed Epps
    BIG BANK lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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