My Nigga Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1: YG]

I'm talkin 'bout puttin' on, ridin' out

Glocks in my ma's house

Front you with that work

(I done fronted n-ggas work)

You say you want that head up

But we don't fight fair brah

Catch you slippin' from your backside, then knock you out

Ace gone stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out

(Has momma ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth?)

Nine milli pokin' out, 4 Fizzy pokin' out

Death Row days show you what this West Coast about

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

I'd die for my motherf-ckin' n-gga

Jump in front a bullet for my motherf-ckin' n-gga

On the stand I'd lie for my motherf-ckin' n-gga

Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherf-ckin' n-gga

Real talk, I don't really f-ck with too many n-ggas

Cause n-ggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels

I be laughin' to the bank like the f-ckin' money tickle

Drivin' somethin' that you ain't, top off, suck a nipple

And I never put a ho before my bro

Don't beef over no ho

And my n-ggas sell them keys if you can't open your door

Hope you ride for my motherf-ckin' n-ggas

When it rains it pours, it's dry for me and my f-ckin' n-ggas

I kill for my motherf-ckin' n-ggas

Vice versa, eyes red from the kush I blew

White person, got my middle finger on the trigger

And with my little finger to you n-ggas

I swear it's f-ck all y'all n-ggas

Except my n-ggas

Tunechi!

[Hook: Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne]

I said that I'mma ride for my motherf-ckin' n-gga

Most likely I'mma die with my finger on the trigger

I've been grindin outside all day with my n-ggas

And I ain't goin' in unless I'm with my n-gga

My n-gga, my n-gga

My n-gga, my n-gga (My motherf-ckin' n-ggas!)

My n-gga, my n-gga (My n-gga, my n-gga)

My n-gga, my n-gga

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]

Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherf-ckin' n-ggas

You catch me out Chicago with them motherf-ckin' hittas

Call in RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk will bring the trigger

And when we on that lean, we ain't f-ckin' with the liquor

I'm a buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches

She keep liking all my pictures

Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and that be lit up

Catch you at the red light, have em screamin' “Caine get up"

Same n-gga from the bottom ain't a damn thing change

Catch me out in Collins screamin' "money ain't a thang"

In a red Mulsanne, lookin' like I claim blood

And if homie ain't my homie than I know it ain't love

Screamin' out "4 Hunnid,” YG that's my n-gga

Cause I been in the field life on the line with him

And if it's really good, why I prolly die with em

Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tock hit em

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]

I just got 250 thousand dollars for a verse, n-gga

I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, n-gga?

You nig, you n-ggas ain't got no joints

Like a injured Chris Paul, you ain't got no point

I just come through with a couple bossy bitches

They get money too, they some "don't cross me" bitches

Flossy bitches, Sergio Rossi, bitches

And if we at the game then it's floor seat, bitches!

I ride for my bitches

I'm so f-ckin' rich I cop rides for my bitches

Dollar menu fries apple pies other bitches

I drop a freestyle and get a rise outta bitches

Bitches, my bitches

I need a n-gga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges

Shout out to my main bitches, and my side bitches

Need a n-gga with some good neck, ostriches

My n-ggas

[Hook]

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]

New York to Compton

Got YG with me so don't get stomped in

Y'all know who the f-ck it is

See I done preheated my oven to 350 degrees bitch

And when you come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like

You better get your motherf-ckin' oven mitt, bitch!