Here we go with the lyrics. It’s a Young Money reunion as Lil Wayne puts her girl, Nicki Minaj, on his “Banned From NO (Remix)” after Nicki failed to make an appearance on Weezy’s The Carter VI album.

Banned From NO (Remix) by Lil Wayne featuring Nicki came a week, 11th June 2025, after the album was released, following fans’ raised concerns.

Well, check out the official Banned From NO (Remix) lyrics below, as we also include a link below to download the MP3 version of the song/album.

Banned From NO (Remix) Lyrics

Carter VI

Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fuck her ’til she scream, “Cut”

Woah now, one shot, knock his door down
Silеncer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it
This gamе is a bitch, you gotta price it ‘fore you wife it
Nothin’ gettin’ between me and the team, not even a hyphen
You a dead man walkin’, it’s a madman talkin’
Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous
Eatin’ on these streets like a fat man starvin’
And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker

Disclaimer, plenty paper
Pla-play with somebody safer
Bl-bl-black mask on, Darth Vader
Send the money now, k-kill ’em later
B-bitches know they can’t outpace her
N-New York Nick, LA Laker
T-that’s what you call a game changer
She don’t like me, c-can you blame her?

Can you blame her? I am the main her
Word to the baby in the manger
Swerve on these hoes, no indicator
Cake for days, I don’t need a baker
One Barbiana, Vogue Italiana
The best dressed, just shut down Met Galiana
They won’t go farther, hoes ain’t got fathers
Don’t call me mother, you hoes ain’t my daughters
Mm, every season, Anna Wintour
Ten-four, Gag City for the win tour
We outside, smokin’ indoor
Bitch, is you deaf? I’m signin’ at the in-store
Jamaica, Queens bitch
You reap what you sow, you better get a seamstress
When I dead ’em, I don’t double back, peace, bitch
Say you pushin’ P, okay, rest in pee, bitch (Brr)
‘Bout to cop you slides, all you do is flip-flop
If I send a pic of Shannon, you ain’t that sharp
‘Cause you still can’t spell Prague and that’s horrible
Weezy F. Baby, and the F is for phenomenal
Man, bitches already fadin’ like a barber
They know it don’t decline, so they never face card her
French vanilla hazelnut in my Starbucks
NFL, fire some niggas and then call us

Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, close-range sniper
I’m the dope-game lifer, her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I’m blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I’m inked up, don’t blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she ’bout that action, I’ma fuck her ’til she scream, “Cut”

Fuck her
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin’ crumbs to bricks
I been outchea turnin’ crumbs to bricks, nigga
I turned my sons to rich niggas
I turned them ones to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas
Ferrari license plate 666, nigga

Download mp3 here.

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