Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Truffle Butter, artist - Nicki Minaj. Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Truffle Butter |
| 1 — Drake: |
| Uh, thinkin' out loud |
| I must have a quarter million on me right now |
| Hard to make a song 'bout somethin' other than the money |
| Two things I’m 'bout is talkin' blunt and staying blunted |
| Pretty women, are you here? |
| Are you here right now, huh? |
| We should all disappear right now |
| Look, you’re gettin' all your friends and you’re gettin' in the car |
| And you’re comin' to the house, are we clear right now, huh? |
| You see the fleet of all the new things |
| Cop cars with the loose change, all white like I move things |
| Niggas see me rollin' and their mood change, like a motherfucker |
| New flow, I got a dozen of 'em |
| I don’t trust you, you are undercover |
| I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other |
| Whoop! |
| Talkin' filets with the truffle butter |
| Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it |
| Yeah, they all get what they desire from it |
| What, tell them niggas we ain’t hidin' from it |
| 2 — Nicki Minaj: |
| Yo, thinkin' out loud |
| I must have about a milli on me right now |
| And I ain’t talkin' about that Little Wayne record |
| I’m still the highest sellin' female rapper, for the record |
| Man, this a 65 million single sold |
| I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul |
| I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll |
| Ask me how to do it, I don’t tell a single soul |
| Pretty women, wassup? |
| Is you here right now? |
| You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now? |
| Uhh, do you hear me? |
| I can’t let a wack nigga get near me |
| I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me |
| I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me |
| Yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this |
| I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist |
| Your whole style and approach, I invented |
| And I ain’t takin' that back, cause I meant it |
| 3 — Lil Wayne: |
| Uh, thinkin' out loud |
| I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile |
| LOL to the bank checkin' my account |
| Bank teller flirtin' after checkin' my account |
| Pretty ladies, are you here? |
| Truffle butter on your pussy |
| Cuddle buddies on the low |
| You ain’t gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning |
| Cause she gonna say «I know» |
| Can I hit it in the bathroom? |
| Put your hands on the toilet |
| I’ll put one leg on the tub |
| Girl, this my new dance move, I just don’t know what to call it |
| But bitch you dancing with the stars |
| I ain’t nothin' like your last dude, what’s his name? |
| Not important |
| I bought some cocaine, you can snort it |
| She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet |
| Suck the white off like chocolate |
| I’m so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless |
| Smallest regardless, largest in charge |
| And born in New Orleans, get killed for Jordans |
| Skateboard, I’m gnarly; |
| Drake, Tunechi and Barbie |
| You know |
| End |