Tyga teamed up with Nicki Minaj for “Dip,” released on Oct. 29. This comes after Tyga’s recent successes with his tracks “Swap Meet” and “Taste.” A futuristic music video was released the same day featuring the two artists rapping in white rooms and wearing eccentric clothing. In her verse, Minaj brags about her latest magazine covers as she raps, “Harper’s Bazaar, I’m covering the icon issue/ I got issues, yeah bitch, I got issues/ W, Vogue, Cosmo — I got issues.”
The two performed “Dip” live for the first time at the E! People’s Choice Awards on Nov. 11. They opened the show with their colorful performance, and Nicki Minaj even took home awards for female artist of 2018 and album of 2018 for Queen.
Check out the lyrics and music video below for “Dip.”
Young Money!
Haha, I know you gon’ do it for the ‘Gram, right?
D.A. got that dope!
Yeah, hah
First things first, I fuck, get all the money
Bitches love me, keep it hunnid (Ha)
Bitches like you ’cause you funny, n—as ain’t stunners (No)
I’m the one that came and fuck the summer
I got a black Barbie, she into ménages (Yeah)
I’ma fuck her all night ’til I cum nothing (No)
Sip got me buzzin’ (Yeah), I am not a husband (No)
I can be your daddy ’cause I am a motherfucker (Haha)
Fuck, n—as muggin’, these n—as sweet muffin
Put my seed on her face, she get smashed like a pumpkin (Smash)
Ooh, she love it, do me rougher
Talk that nasty, when I smack your ass cheek (Come, come, come)
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
I think he wanna dippy the tippy, then put it on my lippy
Even when it get sticky, he know it still got the drippy
Yeah I’m pulling your card though, got him calling me Ricky (Aha)
All these bitches my minis, got ’em calling me Mickey (Haha!)
All that rah-rah never was the icon issue
Harper’s Bazaar, I’m covering the icon issue
I got issues, yeah bitch, I got issues
W, Vogue, Cosmo—I got issues
I always pull up with some Barbie dolls, thick in the thighs
I said we looking for some brain, where the Wizard of Oz
Last n—a was a dope dealer, hell of a guy
He said the p—y top, five, dead or alive
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
Santana bandanna on the twist
Got your bitch wave ridin’ on my dick
Man, these n—as ain’t shit (No)
I done came back with the hits
Fresher than the pillow with the fuckin’ mint (Haha)
What I said? I’m in (Yeah), this shit is big (Yeah)
I came to flex (Yeah), look in the mirror (Yeah)
Look at your ass, fuck a career
How you make a G-string just disappear?
She like buy me all this shit, I need bags, I need ‘fits
I need cash, I need cash, I’m just really n—a rich
Make it splash, make it splash, but before I get you dripped
I just got one question, bitch
Can you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip?
Here, baby, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, lick your lips, lick your lips
Yeah, baby, I just wanna see you dip, see you dip, make it dip
Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip
Yeah, baby, take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Take a sip, take a sip, take a sip
Yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip
Ayo, what’s poppington? I’m depositin’
All these M’s while you motherfuckers gossipin’ (Show me how you make it dip)
All this cock-sucking, eat a box or something
Ice out your little watch with some rocks or something
(Show me how you make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
What’s poppin’? What’s poppin’? What’s poppington?
(Make it dip, make it dip, yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip)
Make it dip n’ make it dip n’ make it drop again
You know Barbie God got it on lock again (Make it dip, make it dip, make it dip, make it dip)
(Make it dip, yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip)
Westside with Tyga, bumpin’ to Pac again, uh
(Make it dip, yeah, baby, show me how you make it dip)
Who got the juice be sending you n—as’ brazy
Who got ’em mad? Like, man, that p—y wavy
Yeah, I had to dash, like, damn, baby, I’m Stacey
W-When you turn ’em down, these clowns turn into babies
Who-Who got the juice? Be sending you n—as’ brazy
W-W-Who got ’em mad? Like, man, that p—y wavy
All these n—as want me to love ’em like I’m Kiki
Got ’em in they feelings since they seen me in FEFE (Ooh)
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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: David L Doman, Michael Stevenson, Adele Genevieve Elysee