Songtext Hov lane Nicki Minaj

Hov lane

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Zipping, I’m zipping, I’m zippin’
Soon as they come out, I’m dippin’
Big ass closet, I’m trippin’
Big booty strippers, I’m tippin’
Big ass chain, I’m heavy
And it didn’t cost me a penny
They pay me to rock it
Damn, I got niggas in pocket
Superbowl; Grammys
What a hell of a jammie!
All these bitches my sons
I’mma get ‘em a nanny
Argentina for Pepsi; Orlando All-Star
Fuck you said, bitch?; Fuck you, pornstar
I don’t do shotgun, I be driving my own car
I don’t do shots, neither, I’m buying the whole bar
Holy mollie G copped me a Rolly
I ain't catchin' the puck but iced out like a goalie, nigga

[Hook][x4]
I'm in the HOV lane
I'm in the HOV lane
(And you, y-you-you, you? Soul Train.)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I travel more than you walking with a basketball
I'm out in Spain, running games with the El Matador
I'm in my own lane, you ain't in my categor
You like a Rav 4; I’m like the Aventador
Birkin bags, man I murk them ads
When I re-up on reloaded, I'mma hurt them bad
Every shoot is hot; when I'm out, I'm spotted
They gone frame the receipt if I sign the dotted
N-N-Niggas on Banshees is speedin’
Dirt bikes is out for the season
Back break wheelie and leanin’
Damn, a bitch late for a meetin’
NYPD comin’
Belt Parkway, we gunnin’
Double our engine hummin’
Acting a fool, we dumbin’

[Hook][x4]

[Interlude][x2]
Nintendo and we in the end-zone
I don’t give a fuck ho
Like we in the friend zone
What the fuck it look like
What the fuck it’s hitting fo’
Tell them bitches
"Y-y-y-y-you you ain’t about that life!"