Arctic Tundra

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear

When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair

[Interlude: Juice WRLD]

Haha, Max Lord in this bitch preachin', haha

(Gezin)

Fuck the blunt up, haha, yeah

[Bridge: Juice WRLD]

I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)

My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (Pull up)

I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)

Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.)

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like a arctic tundra

40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

This song for the girl with the blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah

She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

This Young Money ENT, fuck that negative Nancy

I'm still ballin', I'm still ballin', NBA on TNT

Came through drippin', D&G, always duckin' TMZ

Flow still need that EMT, tell her get at me and see

I'm the toppa-toppa, bitches is a Khan like Chaka

I get it before they cop it, always been that type of shopper

And I never tell a lie, I just put one in the sky

I just popped me a transformer, gettin' money 'til we die

'Til we die, we gon' be fly, made a milli' in Shanghai

I don't need job applications for that pressure I apply

That is why they gotta lie, that is just how they get by

But my flow still gon' be wavy and your flow still gon' be dry

I done fucked the world up in ten short years

Had teachers like Weezy F. and been all ears

Lose studs that's VVS, then get more pairs

They been prayin' on my downfall, still need more prayers

[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Juice WRLD]

I'ma fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy

I'ma stay up like I popped three Addys

Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie

Let's get faded and have a party, yeah

If you got that bomb, put your hands in the air

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear

When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair

Catch me somewhere fuckin' the blunt up and fuckin' on your momma

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like a arctic tundra

40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

This song for the girl with the blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah

She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD & Nicki Minaj]

I'm high as hell

Mind everywhere

Still mind over matter

Pockets gettin' fatter, elevate like a ladder

Thirty in that 40 make you percolate like a dancer

I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen, and Prancer

She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer

Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards

He ain't right, you don't live a better life

Run it up like Jerry Rice, I don't gotta say it twice

This is real life, your nigga is Fisher-Price

Now you read minds, you was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)

My VVS cold like a arctic tundra

40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems

And you best proceed with some caution, yeah

This song for the girl with the blonde hair

Suck me up good, give me Becky like, yeah

She ride it like, yeah, in a Versace chair

Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]

Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair

Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air

Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare

Lookin' this good shouldn't even be fair

Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair

Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air

Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare

Lookin' this good shouldn't even be—

Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies

Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty

Nothin' but all this designer on me

All of my niggas throwin' up gang signs for me