My Nigga (Remix)

[Verse 1: YG] I'm talking 'bout putting on, riding out, Glocks in my ma's house Front you with that work, I done fronted niggas work—uh-oh! You say you want that head-up, but we don't fight fair, bruh Catch you slipping from your backside, then knock you out Ace gon' stomp you out, then Buddah gon' stomp you out Has mama ever seen you with a busted eye and busted mouth? Nine milli' pokin' out, four-fizzy pokin' out Death Row days, show you what this West Coast about [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I'd die for my motherfuckin' nigga Jump in front a bullet for my motherfuckin' nigga On the stand, I'd lie for my motherfuckin' nigga Rob a bank, I'd drive for my motherfuckin' nigga, real talk I don't really fuck with too many niggas 'Cause niggas drop a dime on you like a couple nickels I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle Driving 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 niggas sell them keys if you can't open your door Hope you ride for my motherfuckin' niggas When it rains, it pours; it's dry for me and my fuckin' niggas, yeah I kill for my motherfuckin' niggas, 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 niggas I swear it's fuck all y'all niggas, except my niggas [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan, Lil Wayne, Both] I said, I'ma ride for my motherfucking nigga (Oww, Tunechi!) Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grinding outside all day with my niggas And I ain't going in 'less I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My motherfucking nigga!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Ohh! I done spent a million dollars on my motherfucking niggas (Flex!) You catch me out Chicago with them motherfucking hittas (Flex!) Call up RondoNumbaNine, Lil Durk to bring the trigger (Ayy, Durk!) And when we on the lean, we ain't fucking with the liquor (No!) I'ma buy a hundred bottles just to give it to the bitches (To the bitches) She keep liking all my pictures 'Cause she see the way I ball, how my wrist and neck be lit up Catch you at the red light, have 'em screaming, "Caine, get up!" ("Get up, Caine!") Same nigga from the bottom, ain't a damn thing change C—C—Catch me out in Collins, screaming, "Money ain't a thang" In a red Mulsanne, looking like I claim Blood And if homie ain't my homie, then I know it ain't love Screaming out, "4 Hunnid!" YG, that's my nigga (My nigga) 'Cause I been in the field, life on the line, with him And if it's really real, I'll prol'ly die with him 'Cause when I need the choppers, I just tell Tak, "Hit 'em," what! [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan, Nicki Minaj, & Rich Homie Quan & Lil Wayne] I said, I'ma ride for my motherfucking nigga Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grinding outside all day with my niggas And I ain't going in 'less I'm with my nigga My nigga, my nigga My nigga, my nigga (My motherfucking nigga!) My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah (I—I—I, I—I—I—I—I—) [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just got two-hundred-fifty-thousand dollars for a verse, nigga I—I—I don't know, is it me or it's your thirst, nigga? You nig— You niggas ain't got no joints Like they 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—I—I—I—I—I ride for my bitches I'm so fuckin' 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 nigga with some different strokes, Todd Bridges Shout out to my main bitches and my side bitches Need a nigga with some good neck, ostriches My niggas [Chorus: Rich Homie Quan & Nicki Minaj] I said that I'ma ride for my motherfucking nigga Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger I've been grindin outside all day with my niggas New York to Compton And I ain't going in 'less I'm with my nigga Got YG with me, so don't get stomped in, uh-huh My nigga, my nigga Y'all know who the fuck it is My nigga, my nigga (My motherfucking niggas!) See, I done preheated my oven to three-hundred-fifty degrees, bitch! My nigga, my nigga (My nigga, my nigga) My nigga, my nigga, yeah [Outro: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne & YG] And when it come out, it's gon' burn you bitches like You better get your motherfuckin' oven mitt, bitch! (Mustard on the beat, ho) Ha-haaa! Young Mula, baby!