Up Out My Face (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Mariah Carey

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    It's not chipped, we're not cracked
    Oh, we're shattered
    Ayy, ayy, ayy (Mariah)
    Ayy, ayy, ayy (Young Money)
    Ayy, ayy, ayy (Nicki Minaj)
    Na-na, na-na, na, na-na-na (you're such a Barbie)

    Yo, yo, Mariah, I was in the million-dollar meetin's, he was cheatin'
    All up in the church, he was sneakin' with the deacon
    Cat's away while the mice will play
    LOL, smiley face, have a nicer day
    'Cause pop-pop-pop, there goes my rubba' band
    So stop-stop-stop sniffin' on that contraband
    'Cause you was penny pinching, my account's laced
    Attention, about face

    I thought we had something special, thought we had something good
    But I should have had another mechanic under my hood
    If you see me walkin' by you, boy, don't you even speak
    Pretend you on the sofa and I'm on the TV
    You might see me on a poster, see me at a show
    But you won't see me for free, boy, this ain't no promo

    And no shade now
    Wherever you've been layin', you can stay now
    Gotta board the BBJ and pull the shades down
    I'm on the plane now, and don't keep callin' from yo' mama house

    When I break, I break, boy
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face)
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face)
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face)
    When I break, I break, uh
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face)
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face)
    Up out my face, boy (up out my face), when I break

    You ain't neva' gonna feel this thing again
    You gon' get a lot of calls, 'cause I CC'd all your friends (I break)
    I ain't walkin' 'round all mopey and sad
    That even my bad, baby (when I break, I break)

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    (Mariah)

    So, look who's crying now?
    Boo-hoo-hoo
    Talking 'bout you're missin' your boo, who, who?
    Oh, no, you ain't gettin' it
    Oh, no, you ain't hittin' it
    I know you ain't a rapper so you need to stop spittin' it
    (Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha) you wonderin' who I'm messaging while you ain't next to me
    (Go bye, bye, bye, bye) so pay the consequences 'cause you acted all ignorant

    And no shade now
    Wherever you've been layin', you can stay now
    Gotta board the BBJ and pull the shades down
    I'm on the plane now (mm-hum), and don't keep callin' from yo' mama house (yo)

    Yo, yo, stylin' on them big Bs, brought the Benz out
    Elevator, press P, for the penthouse
    Top does and we break like tacos
    Roscoe's on his knees with the snot-nose
    They be like: She next, Kawasaki T-Rex
    Get him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks
    Oh, that's what he left? Let his mama pick it up
    Might back up on it, vroom-vroom, with the pickup truck
    That blue 'n yellow, yeah, that's the car'melo Jag'
    I bob-'n-weave em', hit 'em with that Mayweather jab
    I get the thumbs up like I'm hailin' a Yellow Cab
    My flow nuts, like M&M's in a yellow bag (Mariah)

    When I break, I break, I break
    And no superglue can fix this shit
    When I break, I break, I break (break on it, girl)
    Not even a welder and a builder could rebuild this shit
    When I break, I break, I break
    Not even a nail technician with a whole lot of gel and acrylics can fix this
    When I break, I break
    If we were two Lego blocks (mm)
    Even the Harvard University graduating class of 2010 (haha)
    Couldn't put us back together again (hahaha)

    When I break, boy, up out my face, boy (oh)
    Up out my face, boy (no, no, no)
    Up out my face, boy (when I break, I break, I break)
    Uh, up out my face, boy (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
    Up out my face, boy
    (Better go back to yo' mama house)

    You ain't neva' gonna feel this thing again
    You gon' get a lot of calls, 'cause I CC'd all your friends
    (I told you: I put, I put his stuff on the sidewalk)
    (I will roll over every nook and cranny with a pickup truck, like, like, straight up 'n down)

    'Cause when I break, baby, baby, I break, boy
    Up out my face, boy
    Up out my face, boy
    Up out my face, boy
    (I am Nicki Minaj, if they ask about me)
    (Young Money)

    I said, I want to let you know this
    I'll tell you somethin', I'm outta' here, oh, yeah

    Song details

    Composition: Mariah Carey, Nicki Minaj, and The Dream

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