text: Ha ha, ha ha
  Its your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches
  Listen, yall better buckle yall motherfuckin seat-belts broads
  Its goin down
  Fitted down and Im ready to play
  When ya album gonna drop, bitches never could say
  Say, Fuck I look like giving birds they props?
  Bitches act like they hot, but I heard they not
  How the fuck you in the game like ten years strong
  You bitches still cant write ya own damn songs
  You see me on the stoop man these birds just salute me
  Whether Im in the coupe or the hoopti, Duke see
  Im always with a dude, thatll off the kufi
  Let him eat my coochie and cop me Pucci
  House in the boonies, rock a doobie
  Cock the 22, then spark a loosey
  He tell me Im the one, he probably right
  He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
  Your girl get it poppin like dynamite
  Dynamite, the coke albino white
  Name one bitch in the game, that I cant murder
  Chicken noodle bitches, on the side with a soda
  Give it to everybody, like a cop with a quota
  Stop playing poker hop in something mocha
  I eat bitches, no knife, no fork-a 
  Bitch want it with me? Living the life lo-ca
  Oh, I get it you a joker
  Leave a dot on your head, and I aint talking bout polka
  You the type, that be runnin ya mouth
  See you on the block, wanna run in ya house
  Im with that nigga Fendi, never fucks with a slouch
  I fuck with dirty money, like whats under the couch
  Cause aint a bitch could fuck with my flow
  When it comes to drugs, mami just say no
  Either youre on something or youre S-L-O
  Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos know
  I come, cum hard, I dont come with garbage
  Just one phone call, they gon come regardless
  I always got the ball ma, I dont roll with starters
  Write my own bars and my flows the hardest, nigga