Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Seeing Green , by - Nicki Minaj. Release date: 13.05.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Seeing Green |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| I'm smokin' tarantula (Yeah) |
| Bae gave it to me (Hmm) |
| You dig? |
| Yeah, hold up, hm |
| I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg |
| Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?" |
| Cita told me to stunt my ass off, and that's all |
| Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg |
| Don't put no K after that B-Boy, "Bad kall," that's flag talk |
| Fuck around and knock your flag off, I had to |
| I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to |
| As a matter of fact, I had two |
| No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo |
| But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe |
| That cash blue, but I'm still seein' green |
| I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean |
| My bitch a vacuum |
| I told her, "Keep me clean," the scene serene |
| I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend |
| I just need a queen that ain't scared to fuck a Stephen King |
| I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee |
| And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street |
| How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen? |
| Don't ask me, but never change the channel |
| Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals |
| Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake |
| Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle |
| My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta |
| With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta |
| We get it, it's the same in each city |
| My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's |
| And ever since the pandemic |
| They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada |
| I been screamin', "Free Drizzy" |
| I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison |
| Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit |
| But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit" |
| Some see graffiti as art, some perceive hoes to be women |
| But I'm the greediest shark amongst an ocean of killers |
| I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant |
| Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress |
| Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens |
| Just come and see about it, bitch |
| Tunechi |
| Ayo, I am the star in any room that I stand in |
| I am the standout, you just my stand-in |
| These bitches copy my homework, that's what they hand in |
| That's why I'm private like the airports I land in |
| Life is a beach house, don't let the sand in |
| I ball in any arena, go let the fans in |
| I should go cop a new jersey, that's word to Camden |
| These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin' |
| I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic |
| Big-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear could frolic |
| One Margarita pizza with Parmesan and garlic |
| These bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholics |
| Ain't gotta ever talk about it when you are about it |
| Just bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around it |
| Just call me "Nicki, cock the blicky," the Minaj is silent |
| Brand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin' |
| He call me solid even though I'm drippin', water diet |
| Big booty stickin' out, my Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot |
| These bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it? |
| My packs hit different, who could ever supply it? |
| No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends me |
| It's corporate giants and machines that went against me |
| I wash bitches, man, they couldn't even rinse me |
| She said she hot, I said, "Well, bitch, come and convince me" |
| Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green |
| Even with them floor seats, they couldn't see the team |
| The K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T., plus me, the Queen |
| I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene |
| You know, one of the perils of makin' money is |
| You can afford to be dramatic |
| Y'all some drama queens, for real |
| It's all good, though |
| You now tuned in to the biggest ever |
| YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man |
| Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y'all still dyin' |
| Man, wassup? |
| We in this bitch |
| This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches |
| Seen more plaques than toothbrushes |
| Until I'm at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin', do somethin' |
| All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin' |
| Known her eight years and still fuck her like a new husband |
| Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin', who's bluffin'? |
| For real |
| Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'? |
| I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'? |
| El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league |
| Fuck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree |
| Step your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up |
| 2021, I had to wet the streets up |
| Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza |
| That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya" |
| You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up |
| Face who? |
| I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through |
| Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too |
| Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God |
| I'm already close to the mob, I'm already known as the G.O.A.T |
| Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage |
| None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a facade |
| None of this shit's a mirage |
| Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green |
| 6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir |