Nicki Minaj – Sir (feat. Future) Lyrics

Sir

Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)

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"Sir." - Nicki Minaj (feat. Future)

Friday, 23 October 2026, 12:57 pm

Album: Queen (Deluxe)

Track No: 16

Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Pluto, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Blowin' weed, sir
Big ol' rings, sir
(Zaytoven)
(Metro Boomin want some more, ****)
Yo, headline tours, sir, with a band, sir (Band, sir)
I ain't pressed, sir, over a band, sir (Band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she's a fan, sir (Fan, sir)
Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir ('Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I'm still the master (Master)
I'm whippin' foreigns to make 'em go faster (Faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (Passed her)
Icy Patek, tell 'em, "Kiss my ass, sir." (Ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (Gangster)
Say she was better than me, what a prankster (Prankster)
He said, "You bad, Nicki," I said, "Thanks, sir" (Thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (Banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I'm The Answer
I'm in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir
These **** broke, they ain't got no plans, sir
I call 'em Sway, they ain't got the answer
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir
They double tap, sir, it's a fact, sir
All the comments sayin', "It's a snack, sir"
New bae, I'm his dirty dancer
I said I wouldn't, but I took a chance, sir
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir
If I don’t ball, sir, I’ll have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
(Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx)
(Rrr)
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, blowin' cash, sir
Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir
I'm livin' lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir
Out on bond service, servin' dope, sir
Where I'm from, sir, they'll serve your mom, sir
Cocaína dealin', jackboy, sir
Stars in the ceilin', sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir
Jeff Gordan, sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
He wanna body, sir, you tryin' to get some stain, sir
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin' cash, sir, blowin' cash, sir
Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir
Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir
If I don’t ball, sir, I’ll have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Nayvadius Wilburn, Leland Wayne & Xavier Dotson.

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