Nicki Minaj – Barbie Dreams Lyrics

Barbie Dreams Lyrics by Nicki Minaj

[Intro]
Uh
R.I.P. to B.I.G
Classic shit

[Verse 1]
I’m looking for a nigga to give some babies
A hand full of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain’t got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can’t f–k three times a night, peace
I tried to f–k 50 for a powerful hour
But all the n—a wanna do is talk Power for hours
Beat the p—y up, make sure it’s a K-O
Step your banks up like you’re moving that ya-yo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I’m tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the p—y
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the p—y
All these Bow Wow challenge n—-s lying and s–t
Man, these Fetty Wap n—-s stay eyeing my s–t
Drake worth a hundred milli, always buying me s–t
But I don’t know if the p—y wet or if he crying and s–t
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
“I used to pray for times like this”
Face a-s when I f–k him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain’t taking an L
But he took it literally when I said, “Go to hell”
Used to f–k with Young Thug, I ain’t addressing this s–t
C-c-caught him in my dressing room, stealing dresses and s–t
I used to give this n—a with a lisp testers and s–t
How you want the pu-thy? Can’t say your S’s and s–t

[Hook/Chorus]
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying

[Verse 2]
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, ’cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna f–k me, you gotta give some special head
‘Cause this p—y had these n—-s on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was biting my s–t
Talking ’bout, “Yo, why you got these n—-s fighting and s–t?”
On the real, I should make these n—-s scrap for the p—y
Young M.A. and Lady Luck, get the strap for this p—y, uh
And I would’ve had Odell Beckham banging the cake
‘Til I saw him hopping out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star b—h, man, word to Gotti
I’ma do that n—a Future dirty, word to Scotty
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speaking
Ain’t no fat n—a telling me what he ain’t eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, “Gang, gang”
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said tre-way
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain’t tryna bust it open in the trailer park

[Hook/Chorus]
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams of f—–g one of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Barbie dreams
Barbie dreams
I’m just playing, but I’m saying
Dreams

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]
You know I’m all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, “F–k it, I’m in”
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know
I let him f–k it again
I got them bars, I’m indicted
I’m popping, I’m uninvited
I said just lick on the c——s, n—a, don’t f—–g bite it
I ride his, in the circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I’ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, “Daddy, come get at it,” uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I’m a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, put ’em up on it, on it
Dimelo papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I’ll give it to you if you beat it up like Baki, Baki
I’ma kill ’em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I’m big, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get down with the chrome, I tell ’em when I’ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationing where it’s humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I’m in LA Times more than when n—-s looting
And my flow spit crack, I think that n—a using
He done bodied everybody, in closing these b—–s losing
Using, using up a b—h moving
No I ain’t Studdard and no I ain’t Ruben
D–n, a b—h snoozing
Shoutout to my Jews, l’chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat t—–s, yes, they be protruding
I be like, f–k ’em, f–k ’em, bring the lube in
I be like f–k ’em, f–k ’em, bring the lube in