Motorsport Lyrics - Nicki Minaj | Cardi B | English Song

Yeah skrrt
M-M-M-Murda

Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
Pull up woo woo jumpin out the court court jump
Cotton candy drink my cup tastes like the fair cotton
Straight up there where we didnt take the stairs where
Faced my fears fears gave my mama tears mama
Shiftin gears shift on the Nawf get serious serious

Face all your fears then get at me
Hit so many donuts on them backstreets
Sit so high in the nosebleeds yeah
Feel like I can fly yeah
Xans Perky check yeah Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall walkin with the sacks
Take the air out your broad hey now she cant go back

Xans Perky check yeah Bill Belichick
Take the air out the ball yeah just so I can flex
Take the air out the mall hey walk in with the sacks
Take the air out your broad woo woo woo E
Girl yeah yeah
I wish my grandma could see me grandma
Take away pain aint easy pain
Thats why I fire up a bleezy fire
Niggas not cappin this season

Offset
The coupe came imported hey
This seasons Off-White come in snorted white
Green Lamborghini a tortoise Lambo
No human being Im immortal no
Patek and A.P. full of water Patek
Hundred K I spend on my señora racks
My pinky on margarine butter margarine
And my ears got McDonalds nuggets ayy
Soon as I land on the Leer whew
Piguets they wet tears guets
488 hit the gears 488
Suicide doors Britney Spears
Im boujee so bitch dont get near boujee
Criss Angel make dope disappear voila
Hit the gas it got flames out the rears skrrt
Its a race to the bag get the mills hey

Ride the dick like a BMX
No nigga wanna be my ex no
I love when he go on tour
Cause he cums more when I see him less
I get upset off I turn Offset on
I told him the other day
Man we should sell that porn
Yeah Cardi B Im back bitches
I dont wanna hear Im actin different
Same lips that be talkin bout me
Is the same lips that be ass kissin
These hoes aint what they say they are
And their pussy stank theyre catfishin
Same hoes that was sendin shots
They reachin out like their back itchin
Why would I hop in some beef why
When I could just hop in a Porsche

You heard she gon do what from who
Thats not a reliable source no
So tell me have you seen her
Let me wrap my weave up
Im the trap Selena
Dame más gasolina skrrt

Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
Pull up woo woo jumpin out the court court jump
Cotton candy drink my cup tastes like the fair cotton
Straight up there where we didnt take the stairs where
Faced my fears fears gave my mama tears mama
Shiftin gears shift on the Nawf get serious serious

Uh yo watch your man then you should watch your mouth
Bitches is pressed administer mouth to mouth
You see them stats you know what I am about
I am the champ Im Iron Mike in a bout
Attention Ima need you to face front
You dont want smoke with me this is a laced blunt
Raps Jackie Chan we aint pullin them fake stunts
My crown wont fit on your bum ass lace fronts uh
You bitches catchin a fade shout out my nigga Lil Boosie
All of your friendsll be dead you can get hit with that Uzi
I call him Ricky he say he love me like Lucy
Get you a straw nigga you know this pussy is juicy
This Givenchy is custom made now you cant get it at Saks though
I dont work in no office but they copyin and thats facts though
I aint tryna be violent but if Nicki on it it slaps ho
Get you lined for that paper like a loose leaf when that strap blow
Im with a couple bad bitches thatll rip the party
Quavo the QB Im Nick Lombardi
Pull up in the space coupe I done linked with Marty
I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti
“Yo Nick didnt you just do a hit with Gotti”
That too but my niggas send hits like Gotti
Its a wrap like the things on the head of a Saudi
Bitch you my son go and sit on the potty rrrr

Brand new Chanels Chanels
I stepped on runnin from 12 12
Aint make no commitment with none of you bitches
Cause money is treatin me well uh uh
If Nicki should show me her titty
Right hand on the Bible I swear I wont tell swear
If I get to play with that kitty
I wonder how many platinums we gon sell albums
Pop a Perc and catch a feel I pop one
Now I cannot feel the wheel woah
My chest bad give me chills
And the left hand on Richard Mille ice
Not the watch but the price on the ice
If you dont know what that is huh
Motorsport motorville
Abort the mission thats a kill pew pew brrr

Motorsport yeah put that thing in sports skrrt skrrt
Shawty bad bad pop her like a cork pop it
You a dork never been a sport dork yeah
Pull up woo woo jumpin out the court court jump
Cotton candy drink my cup tastes like the fair cotton
Straight up there where we didnt take the stairs where
Faced my fears fears gave my mama tears mama
Shiftin gears shift on the Nawf get serious serious…