We Go Up Lyrics by Nicki Minaj ft. Fivio Foreign is latest English song with music also given by Swizzy, Szamz & Papiyerr. We Go Up song lyrics are written by Papiyerr, Swizzy, Szamz, Fivio Foreign, Tate Kobang & Nicki Minaj.
We Go Up Song Detail
| Song Name: | We Go Up |
| Singer: | Nicki Minaj, Fivio Foreign |
| Composer: | Swizzy, Szamz, Papiyerr |
| Lyrics by: | Papiyerr, Swizzy, Szamz, Fivio Foreign, Tate Kobang, Nicki Minaj |
We Go Up Lyrics
New york, stand the f–k up! (yeah!)
You know what’s goin’ on, n—a
Fivio, barbie
Fivio foreign, nicki minaj, n—a
Touch my crown again, b—h
These jealous a$$ n—as
It’s only one king, it’s only one queen
There’s two crowns, n—a
Baow, grr
Ayo, this week, ‘rari (‘rari)
Next week, lambo (lambo)
B—h, I’m fly (flyy)
I don’t land though (land though)
This they funeral (funeral)
Start the service (service)
Say my name, make ’em nervous
Uh! You b—hes is salty
I give them pressure (I give them pressure)
Uh! You b—hes is salty
Pass me the pepper (pass me the peppеr)
Uh! You b—hes be jacking me
Likе the ripper (like the ripper)
Uh! I am a hustler
I can sell water to flipper (water to flipper)
Uh! I know they teabagging, b—hes is testy
Get you a vacuum, b—hes is messy
Let’s see!
After all of that surgery, you are still ugly
And that is what gets me
This s–t ain’t new to me
S–t is just new to y’all
S–t is just new to y’all
I wish a b—h would upon a shooting star
Upon a shooting star
You thought you witnessed my
Final coup de grâce (final coup de grâce)
Brrrt! Look up, we shootin’ stars
Sitting in the back of the benz and my feet go up
B—hes don’t come outside when the beef go up
But I love the way they mob when we roll up
These b—hes bums, when I see them
They make me throw up (ooh!)
I wish a b—h would spin
I’m like! “Please show up” (show up)
When you talk to me
Please don’t bring a cheap ho up (ho up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b—h for the streets
Grow up (grow up)
’cause you the type to say that s–t
And knock a freak ho up (ughh!)
I’m ’bout to make you regret you chose me
As an enemy, b—h (b—h!)
Southside jamaica, we mobbin’ in brix
So pull up with the blicks (blicks)
Some of the best shooters out of new york
They don’t play with the knicks (ayyo!)
That ain’t fivio foreign
It’s barbie new foreign, b—h
These nike, it ain’t reebok
We back on that ewok
Percocets got a detox
Firearms gon’ get restocked
Shooters hittin’ that g-spot
B—hes imitate, please stop
Suck his d–k like a freeze pop
First! He gotta give me top (brrt!)
Fendi bag or that louis bag
More colorful than a peacock (peacock)
Weak n—as gotta get the boot
Gotta get the boot with no treetop (no treetop)
He was like, “Who that? She bad,
I was like, “Ooh, that’s bestie”
I could be all the way covered and still givin’ sexy
I know they sleepin’ on me, b—hes got epilsepsy
I don’t do coke, little b—h, I don’t even do pepsi
Let’s see
How you don’t like me but tryna do everything like me?
That is what gets me (oh!)
Sitting in the back of the benz
And my feet go up (get money)
B—hes don’t come outside
When the beef go up (take money)
But I love the way they mob
When we roll up (haha)
These b—hes bums, when I see them
They make me throw up
Yo, all these b—hes ..) (ooh)
I wish a b—h would spin, I’m like
Please show up (show up) (ooh, rockaway)
When you talk to me
Please don’t bring a cheap ho up (ho up)
You keep talkin’ ’bout a b—h for the streets
Grow up (grow up) (I’m not playin’)
’cause you the type to say that s–t
And knock a freak ho up (grrt!)
Yeah, look, went on a drill
And I make it look good to you
Watch how my shooter could bully you
Baow, watch how my shooter could bully you
Yeah (yeah!)
That n—a gon’ kill you as soon as
I look at you (baow, baow, baow, baow)
Huh, yeah, I never say what I wouldn’t do
I never say what I wouldn’t do
Yeah! Look, open the door
And I shoot out the bulletproof
I’m with a baddie, she love the aggression
I’m with a demon, he wanna get reckless
I’m showin’ them both and I’m teachin’ ’em lessons
Now watch how I’m moving ’cause I’m the investment
F–k her one night and I go and get breakfast
I don’t do paperwork or confessions (nah)
I don’t do internet shows or texting (nah)
Shoot up the party, that send them the message (bow, bow, bow)
Them n—as started us (them n—as started us, yeah, yeah)
Bulletproof, was like a guarded truck (skrrt!)
Ain’t no blicky with me, I got nicki with me (naah!)
And she barbie dolled up (lil’ baby)
We see ’em, we shooting the party up (grrt!)
We ain’t squashing s–t, don’t try to “Sorry” us (nah)
I got rich friends and they be riled up (skrt!)
If they want to, they shooting the .. Up (bow, bow, bow)
Fivi’ (fivi’), spazzin’ (spazzin’)
Two shows (two shoes), backend
Fendi (fendi), fashion (fashion)
Fendi fashion (fendi fashion) (yeah, look, huhh)
I put the brains on a napkin
I tell my demons to whack him
My n—a died then that n—a died
I don’t even know how it happened
Pink rolls truck
And my feet go up (get money)
B—hes don’t come outside
When the beef go up (take money)
But I love the way
They mob when we roll up (grrt)
Bums, when I see them
They make me throw up
Yo, all these b—hes ..)
I wish a b—h would spin
I’m like “Please show up” (bow)
When it come to queen sleaze
All the fees go up (bow) (we’re mobbin’)
I said we out, you can’t breeze with us (bow!)
And my wrist always on ice time
Freeze, it’s up (bow) (the money)
Mmmmm!