text: Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Yo, I guess I went commercial, just shot a commercial
  When I flew to the set, though, I ain’t fly commercial
  And the ad is global; your ad was local
  When we shot it was a lot of different agriculturals
  So I laugh at hopefuls; Nicki pop!
  Only thing that’s pop is my endorsement, akh
  Fuck around and Ill have to go and reinforce the Glock
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Yo, is it me, or did I put these rap pigs on the map again?
  You mad ’cause I’m at the Grammys with the Vatican
  You in the booth, but Im who you be channelin’
  Why they never bring you name up at the panel, then?
  Hottest MCs, top five
  You need money? I got mine
  More knots than Eric on Basketball Wives
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Ugh, I couldn’t do your TV show, I needed ten more mil
  Not ten on the back, I need ten on signin
  Give that shit to a wash-up, bitch, I’m winnin’
  If I had a label I would never sign you, hoes
  Take bitches to school, then I Columbine these hoes
  I hear the slick shit, bitch, you washed
  All you hoes cryin’—Christopher Bosh
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Ayo, now when I tell ‘em that it’s Barbie, bitch
  Yes, I really do mean that it’s Barbie, bitch
  Ask Mattel, they auctioned my Barbie, bitch
  Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie, bitch
  You at the bottom of the barrel, scrapin’
  I’m out in LA at the Ice Age tapin’
  I’m chillin’ at the top, I got ample time
  Bite me—Apple sign, ha-ha
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang
  Bang, my shit bang, it bang-bang (Ha-ha-ha, yeah