Nicki Minaj & Cassie – The Boys Lyrics

The Boys

Nicki Minaj & Cassie

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"The Boys." - Nicki Minaj & Cassie

Monday, 19 October 2026, 04:13 am

Album: Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded the Re-Up

Track No: 07

P-p-p-p-punchline 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 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
They shoulda said I got five and a possible
D-d-don't go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, ****
Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spendin' all their money on love
The boys always spendin' 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
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
B-b-b-b-bald-headed pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce, man, I stingy with my kitty cat, daddy, "Did you ever really love me Steebie?"
Brrr, pull up in the brrr, wrist on brrr, pussy on purr-rrr
I don't even brake when I'm backin' up
I swerve on a **** if he actin' up
I done pushed more sixes than a playdate
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, ****
Your bossed-up swag got 'em droolin' like a newborn babe
The dollars in they eyes got 'em blinded by your masquerade
The boys always spendin' all their money on love
The boys always spendin' 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
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
I-I-I-I-I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for eight months
And yes, you're pre-mature, Young Money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you could come see the tour
Oh, that's your new girl? That's that mid-grade
Buck-fifty on your face with the switchblade
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 chillin', I'ma keep hurtin' they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be trippin', 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
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
The boys always spendin' all their money on love
The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Uh-huh)
The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money)
The boys always spendin' all their money on love (Cassie)

Writer(s): Onika Maraj, Jonas Jeberg, Jean-Baptiste & Anjulie Persaud.

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