Tekst piosenki 'The Boys (feat. Nicki Minaj)' wykonawcy Cassie

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 the ho
And they said I got 5 in 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 Tosticle, Nigga

Your lipstick stains
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste, see it, feel, clone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dial it, Dial it paper chaser, in 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

Bald head, you got lots o juice
Lop-sided on the curb,so I block the coupes
with my cuttie cat daddy.
Did you ever really love Me steebie?
Prr, pull up in a, Prr, whist on Prr, we on Prrrr Rrrr

I don't even break when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga at the acting up
I done pushing more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions,
Fuck a day rate, Nigga

Your bossed up swag
Got then drooling like a new born bag
The dollars in they eyes
Got them blinded by a masquerade

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love

They wanna touch it, taste, see it, feel, clone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dial it, Dial it paper chaser, in 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 put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girl is my my sons carried them for 8 months
And yes, you're Pre-Mature, young money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour

Oh, that's your new girl?! That's the mid grade
Buck 50 on your face with the switch blade
Or the Razor, Yeah the razor
She my son Yeah, but I ain't raise her
Goose mehater, I get that loose leaf Paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out

Told Nicki be chilling Them
I'mma keep hurting they fillings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vocation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You may dusty, you wa 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 spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love