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!