Interlude
By Nicki Minaj
2018
0:55
Official Music Video
Interlude by Nicki Minaj
Lyrics & Translation
English
Yes sir
Three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, uh-huh
Okay, I'm good
Yeah
I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on
Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies
Never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team
If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline
Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin'
Like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin'
—a Jolie, Holy God flow
I go where no other guy go
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4
I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man
And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards
Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoever your favorite
It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas making me
Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez
Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Ha ha
Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me
She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see."
Young Carter, darling
Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami
Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ah
Weezy!
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Interlude by Nicki Minaj
Interlude* (original Nicki Minaj)
Yes sir
Three
Ha, I love this shit
So let me talk my shit, uh-huh
Okay, I'm good
Yeah
I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on
Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on
Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm
Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on
Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy
They cannot see me, they are like Stevie
I am bearing a ton like Levy
I circle your house like BB
Colder than the heebie-jeebies
Never give freebies
Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit
I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans
Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine
Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team
If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline
Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin'
Like a tangerine
Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine
Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin'
—a Jolie, Holy God flow
I go where no other guy go
Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0-4
I hope every snitch die slow
Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know
She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho
Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy
And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man
And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer
We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader
He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw
And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj
And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard
And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards
Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge
And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge
You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge
I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star
Yeah, let me upgrade you
You may not be a model, but I can front-page you
You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior
Let me just taste you, we can fuck later
Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer
Top peeled back like the skin of a potato
Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker
Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre
Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater
Leave you with some bullet holes the size of craters
You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest
Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoever your favorite
It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery
Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery
I don't really want to, but these niggas making me
Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves
That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team
But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme?
Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed
I'm a monster, every day is Halloween
A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed
And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas
And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez
Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Ha ha
Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze
Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys
Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me
She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see."
Young Carter, darling
Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes
I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie
I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami
Let me upgrade you
Ha, let me upgrade you
Upgrade you, ah
Ah
Weezy!
Interlude (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sí señor
Tres
Ja, me encanta esta mierda
Así que déjame hablar mi mierda, uh-huh
Okay, estoy bien
Sí
Sé que ves la pasta, porque ganar dinero es lo nuestro
Andando en descapotable en invierno con la calefacción puesta
Una perra rubia mala mantiene mi asiento de pasajero caliente
La pierna colgando por la ventana, tú no tienes esto puesto
¡Perra, grita! Es Lil Weezy
No pueden verme, son como Stevie
Cargo una tonelada como Levy
Rodeo tu casa como BB
Más frío que los escalofríos
Nunca doy cosas gratis
Setenta y cinco mil por estas tarifas, mierda
Puedo conseguir cien mil en estos jeans
Grandes fajos, mis bolsillos con Creatina
Young Money, DipSet, nigga, somos un equipo
Si no te gusta, nigga, jódete, sin vaselina
¡Errr! Arranco en el Lamborghin'
Como una mandarina
Tengo el motor temblando como una pandereta
Como una perra con labios como Angelin'
—a Jolie, flujo de Dios Santo
Voy donde ningún otro tipo va
Jódete, puta, soy tan 5-0-4
Espero que cada soplón muera lento
Hip-hop, esa es mi puta, lo sé
Ella sabe que me gusta mojado, no quiero puta seca
Bien, perra, soy el chico, no un señuelo
Y destruiré directamente a cualquier chico, u hombre
Y prefiero el dinero que las putas, o solo la hierba
Somos Young Money, perra, y yo soy el líder
Ellos son: Curren$y, Mack Maine, y D-Raw
Y acabo de firmar a una chica llamada Nicki Minaj
Y yo, sigo escupiendo como un retrasado
Y estos niggas son blandos, deberían rapear en leotardos
Nigga, estamos a cargo, Baby me puso a cargo
Y solo estoy asesinando niggas, gratis
¿Entiendes? Solo grita, te veo, Sargento
Estoy tan jodidamente drogado, que puedo comerme una estrella
Sí, déjame mejorarte
Puede que no seas modelo, pero puedo ponerte en primera plana
Sabes que soy asqueroso, disculpa mi comportamiento
Déjame solo probarte, podemos follar después
Sentado en el coupé, pareciendo un corredor
Techo descapotado como la piel de una patata
Asiento muy atrás, escuchando a Anita Baker
Conduciendo solo, fumando hierba por hectárea
Caimán de Hollygrove, no hay nadie más grande
Dejarte con agujeros de bala del tamaño de cráteres
No has oído lo último, Weezy F. el más grande
Pelea con cualquiera, nigga, a la mierda quien sea tu favorito
Es un juego nuevo, y soy el entrenador como Avery
Déjalo al ritmo, estamos haciendo dinero como la panadería
Realmente no quiero, pero estos niggas me están obligando
Poner a un hijo de puta en hielo como los Maple Leaves
Ese es un equipo de hockey, y yo no estoy en ningún equipo de hockey
Pero soy un campeón—¿dónde está el puto tema de Rocky?
Maldita sea, descansa en paz, Apollo Creed
Soy un monstruo, cada día es Halloween
Mucho jarabe, muchas pastillas, y mucha hierba
Y mantengo mis bolsillos verdes como una vaina de guisantes
Y si estás odiando, nena, puedes conseguir un poco de esto
Estas nueces en tu boca, ¿y puedes tragar, por favor? Ja ja
Sí, estoy tan caliente, que me congelo
Grandes bolas, y tintinean como muchas llaves
Incluso las perras sordas me dicen "Hola"
Ella le dice a una perra ciega, y ella dice, "Tengo que ver."
Joven Carter, cariño
Entiende: soy Michael Jordan jugando, sí
Soy un perro, soy un Hoya, amigo
Soy un jefe, tu hombre es solo un empleado, mami
Déjame mejorarte
Ja, déjame mejorarte
Mejorarte, ah
Ah
¡Weezy!
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