text: Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game
  She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
  Lets get this shit poppin, playtime is over motherfuckers
  This the one they was waitin on, baby
  I had to do it
   Just when they thought it was safe to play, I
  Hit em with the N-I-C, the K-I
  Im Tinkerbell, hes Peter Pay-I
  To these rap bitches, Im Mother May I
  I wanna know why you waste your time
  On these rap hoes that dont write they rhymes
  Get a can of Sprite with a twist of lime
  Money, money, money, always on my mind
  Coupe color purple, no, Im not Celie
  We run New York like we play relay
  My flight took off, yours has been delayed
  Give it to them early bitches, so dont be late
  Playtime is over, when I spit bars
  My mixtape bring all the boys to the yard
  All the boys want Nicki, all the boys want mine
  All the boys say they love me, yeah, they love me long time
  Yes, Im the girl that they heard of, I commit murder
  I body bitches, I dont need a burner
  Queens, oh, yes, I rep Queens
  Little white tee, plus some tight jeans
  I make it hard for these chicks to breathe
  Wrist on freeze, I freeze up my sleeves
  We gettin money like it grow on trees
  Stay on my Qs, I stay on my Ps
  After Im done, then you will acknowledge
  Im the president, never went to college
  Im a bad bitch, I dont need no stylist
  Tell a bitch, hollas when she get my dollas
  Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin?
  Got the illest dude in the game speakin my name
  Im the one, Im the one, you heard me?
  Same number they stitched on McGrady jersey
  If I show you how to do it, would you reimburse me?
  Let me put on my pumps, let me grab my skirtsy
  I am such a little lady, let me do my curtsy
  Fuck a dry pussy bitch, cause I know she thirsty