Five-O - Nicki Minaj

[Chorus:]
Where my straight ja-cket at... I'm a psy-cho
Where dat white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not young mo-ney, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Jae Millz:]
Mister officer, mister officer
I'm sorry I don't wanna take a waaalk with ya
Matter of fact, I ain't trynna talk 2 ya
We ain't got no business, so f-ck we taaalkin' for
It ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
Cause about that boy who just got shot, I gots no information
These broke ass snitch niggas still grame shavn?
At the precent writin' statements on which your house is the station {Damn}
Not I, tattle tellin' is for homos
Besides, that's the number one Young Money no-no
Police, we don't chat with them
We ain't got no wrap for them
You in the cop car pointin' niggas out from the back of them {Dere he go}
Back seat informer, your Papi shoulda warned ya
You even tell Popo I'm black, and yous a f-ckin' goner
Yea you get high, but I get higher
Maсana, I just might go to da half way house and ask your supervisor

[Chorus:]
Where my straight ja-cket at... I'm a psy-cho
Where dat white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not young mo-ney, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo... 4, 3, 2
Cocka doodle do
I was out in Africa, shaka zulu crew
Ho ho ho, red stockings to
C-coming down the chimney, y-your chopped and screwed
It's me bitches, eff you snitches, gimmie the hibbie jibbies
So excuse my twitches {Excuse me}
Lemme get that Brewskie, niggas know these bitches can't do it like a Dewskie
I just pull up, chuck da deuce in some blue denim,
And I just heard you runnin' with da lieu-te-nant
I'm da mistress, I be in da district of Columbia
Yes uh-huh, Washington
Betta ask around, cause I'm what's poppinton
I'm the on they think about, playin' with they pee pee
Gotta count sheep b, cause I'm never sleepy
Guess I'm da chief, you can find me in my Teepee, bitches!

[Chorus:]
Where my straight ja-cket at... I'm a psy-cho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o

[Gudda Gudda:]
Young money cycle, staight jacket on me
Break a nigga jaw if he turn 2 informant
I bring ya 2 ya door step, loose slips, sank ships nigga
So I'm a bring you 2 da bottom of da ocean (uh chuuch)
I hear you preachin like a fucn reverand
Should killd you in da first place... No second guessin
Coulda killed em with da first and da second weapon
Dj Unk em with da hand, I 2 step and deck em
Den I grab da choppa, blue flame houston reck em
Kick a snitch head thru a goal like David Beckam
Make way, respect em
I could ak attack em
You lookn at a gangster in his essence
Now bitch bow down wen a gangster in your presence
Cause I'm God's gift like a present
For 1 don't try me I could give you 2 lessons you pessants get murdered if
You do test em
Gudda Gudda gotchu

[Chorus:]
Where my straight ja-cket at... I'm a psy-cho
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o

We don't t-t-talk, talk 2 five-o
There them lights go, we don't talk to five-o
If it's not young money, it's a typo
There them lights go we don't talk to five-o