text: Just when they thought I was done for the summer
  Came out the cupboard, show my ass like a plumber
  I aint Chinese, but youre worth two dolla
  Tee get the bleach, Im a show my true ca-la
  Tell a nigga holla in the peach Impala
  Only if he give good brain like a scholar
  A-la, a-la, a-la eyy!
  Knock your top off like a holiday
  Dang, little mama, I should be in your pot
  Cause everywhere I go they saying Nicki youre hot
  I catch more eyes than the letter with the dot
  Super-size fries, my pies better be hot
  She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch
  Thats why I be in Mr.Chows, you a Popeyes bitch
  You the type to get some money, go spend it on some boots
  Save just enough for some douche for your cooch
  It aint about money, you aint speakin my lang
  Cuttin any bitch off if she enter my lane
  And it really aint a thang, when I bang, I bang
  And my goons swing by like orangutans
  Fuck wrong with you? I am the Don-dada
  I show you how to do it, like Im your mo-mother
  You cant beat me, so dont do-dont bother
  You soft like butter,and no, I dont stutter
  You Romeo and Im Master P
  Thats why they mention me first, then you after me 
  Im the up and comin that the streets talk about
  The twenty-two slugga, make a bitch walk it out
  Nicki get it poppin like I came unannounced
  Stay with a goon and my goon dumbin out
  So, first thing first, Im the queen of the crew
  I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew
  Beef stew, beef stew, whatcha gonna do?
  I could cook crack, or cook a mean beef stew
  Beef stew, beef stew, whatcha gonna do?
  I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew
  I am the president, I am the president
  Dirty Money
  Queens, New York is in the motherfuckin building, building, building
  Building, building, building, building, building, haha
  You gotta love me, mayne
  Gravy what up? Get your fat ass in the booth, nigga