This fiery anthem serves as a bold declaration of Nicki Minaj's dominance in the music industry. The repeated phrase "Fuck this club up" is an audacious call to disrupt the status quo and make her presence felt. Through her lyrics, she asserts her power and influence, highlighting her success in terms of album sales, streaming numbers, and financial wealth. She also takes shots at those who try to compete with her, asserting that they inevitably become 'invisible' when compared to her. The song is essentially a celebration of Nicki's achievements and a reminder to all that she remains unchallenged in her league. It's a classic Minaj track – brash, confident and unapologetically fierce.
FTCU
Lyrics
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionare)
Yeah
Fuck this club up (yeah)
Fuck this, fuck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
Fuck this club up (yeah)
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka) (yeah, yeah)
Fuck this club up (yeah)
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Ayo
I tell 'em that I'm the Sleeze, they tellin' me, "Okay, prove it"
I leave these bitches on read, so they know that they blew it
I tell 'em I'm movin' units, my videos, they gon' view it
Spotify ain't gotta lie, they really streamin' my music (woo)
I give bitches the crown, they fuck around and lose it, nah
I am the wave, I only wave when I'm tellin' 'em, "Bye"
Bitch, we ain't twinnin', ain't fraternal or identical
When I'm around, bitch, you know you become invisible
Mm, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50" (brrt)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like fifty, mine was nine-fifty, sissy
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Fuck this club up
Fuck this, fuck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, high heels on my tippies
Dolce and Gabbana, that's on my titties
Pop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy, like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch, nigga, throw in ya mitty
Uh
Who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to Brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my cut nine-fifty, bitchy
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate, I win
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate it up again
Writer(s): Jacob Canady, Joshua Howard Luellen, Juaquin Malphurs, Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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