[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

P-p-p-punch line queen, no boxer though

Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though

Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"

Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho

They said I got five and a possible

Don't go against Nicki, impossible

I done came through with my wrist on popsicle

Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga (Ow!)

[Verse 2: Cassie]

Your lipstick stain

Smells like a cheap hotel

Diamond watches and a gold chain

Can't make my frown turn around

[Pre-Chorus: Cassie, with Nicki Minaj]

The boys always spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie]

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

B-b-b-bald head pussy got lots of juice

Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes

Watch the deuce

Man, I'm stingy wit my kitty cat daddy

"Did you ever really love me Steebie?"

Rrr, pull up in the rrr

Wrist on burr, pussy on purr-rrr

I don't even brake when I'm backing up

I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up

I done pushed more sixes than a play date

Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga (Ow!)

[Verse 4: Cassie]

Your bossed up swag

Got 'em drooling like a newborn babe

The dollars in they eyes

Got them blinded by a Masquerade

[Pre-Chorus: Cassie & Nicki Minaj]

The boys always spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it, yeah, yeah

Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Cassie]

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]

I-I-I-I-I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts (Oop)

Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months (Oop)

And yes, you're premature (Oop)

Young Money to the Core (Oop)

I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour (Ow!)

Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade

Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade

Or the razor, yeah, the razor

She my son yeah, but I ain't raise her

Goose me, hater! I get that loose leaf paper

Them V-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out

I told 'em Nicki be chilling, I'ma keep hurting they feelings

Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen

You couldn't even be tripping, you can't afford a vacation

I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians

You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum

I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom

[Chorus: Cassie]

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls

And then cry on top of the world

I hope you have the time of your life

I hope I don't lose it tonight

[Outro: Cassie & Nicki Minaj]

The boys always spending all their money on love

The boys always spending all their money on love (Uh-huh)

The boys always spending all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money)

The boys always spending all their money on love

Cassie