[Lyric] ​bloodline (Moonlight Records)

[Intro: Jasmine Collins, Nicki Minaj & Iggy Azalea]
This is for Rachel, you big, fat, white, nasty, smellin, fat bitch
Ariana
Nicki Minaj
It's Iggy Iggs

[Verse 1: Ariana Grande]
Mmm, yeah, yuh
Even though you're bad for me, I know
You're the one that I'm thinkin'
Got me feelin' so incredible
Would you mind maybe linkin'?

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Love me, love me, baby
Are you down? Can you let me know?
Love me, thank you, leave me
Put it down, then it's time to go
Get it like you love me
But you don't, boy, it's just for show
Take it or leave it, you gotta take it or leave it like uh
[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Just wanna have a good time, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this shit go
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Not tryna make you all mine, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Yeah-eh-eh
Yeah-eh
Yeah, yeah, yuh

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Uh, what you got?
They lookin' at me, they not lookin' at you
I don't mean to be rude, I'm a ten, you a two
He be blowin' me up like a fuckin' balloon
I just tell him give me space like the man on the moon
You know that I'm the best, is that why you depressed?
Say you gettin' a check, girl, you be frontin' like breasts
I look good for myself, I got no one to impress
You better ask your GPS, I ain't the one to address
Lil' bitch, look
[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Just wanna have a good time, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this shit go
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah (Don't want you in my)
Not tryna make you all mine, yeah (Not tryna make you)
And no need to apologize, no (And no need to, yeah)
But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Oh, yeah
Yeah-eh-eh
Yeah-eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, Yo
Thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Di-dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, and he telling me to chill
And he telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun...
[Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah (Don't want you in my bloodline)
Just wanna have a good time, yeah (Just tryna have a good time)
And no need to apologize, no (No)
But you gon' have to let this shit go (Yeah, yeah)
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Not tryna make you all mine, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this shit go, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Ariana Grande]
Woo
Yeah-eh-eh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-eh-eh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah