Lyrics : Sonny Moore/Onika Maraj/Inga Marchand/Joshua Adams/Ashely Bannister/Francis Dillon Hart
Music : Sonny Moore/Onika Maraj/Inga Marchand/Joshua Adams/Ashely Bannister/Francis Dillon Hart
[Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang ****
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, bitch, number one, u
Whole lotta gang ****
Coco Chanel+Queen (Deluxe)+Haha, every ***** bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let's go!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, Ilevame a la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t **** with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Bitches know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin’ 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I'm in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell 'em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your shit then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon' put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That's word to Brooknam, that's word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on 'em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on 'em
I'm mad Queens on 'em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on 'em
My ice gleams on 'em, Wu-Tang creams on 'em
I pull up on the block bumpin' Biggie "Dreams" on 'em
A bitch greased on 'em, but I freezed on 'em
I light breezed on 'em, I might breeze on 'em
Might do it like it's Christmas and light trees on 'em
I see the copycats bitin' my steez on 'em
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't **** with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Bitches know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the **** we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That's my word to Big, I'ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I'ma skully to the back
**** my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat 'bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come 'round, all y'all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, bitch
Valentino bling thong, all y'all bitches duck me, ****
Nick, come **** it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco 'pon my foot dem, C's pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Bitches whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I'm on my clip, new [?], Van Herpen [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y'all gun fingers
Y'all bitches shit riders
Little Nicki's, little Inga's, woah!
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don't **** with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Bitches know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing'll sing-sing
Ain't talkin' 'bout the singer, the thing'll sting-sting
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it's me young Chun
And me, I can **** up the place, I'm done
So tell 'em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don't make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell' em fi recognize
Unuh Kartel,dem fi free up Vybz
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don't miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I'm physically fine
Who she? It's like we know she dyin'
Bitches ain't see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on 'em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin' it a hundred, that's a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh