text: Ayo, ayo Corey, listen man...
  If theres one thing I cant stand its, you know, these nondescripts
  Acting like they dont know who the hell I am
  You know what I mean? So thats why I gotta run down, nigga
  You know, Im Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, the black Hannah Montana
  When I do it, it get done
  You must not know who I am
  I dont get the spot till 2 IM
  Dont be mad, lil mama, cause you not in
  Everybody wanna roll with the crew Im in
  Look, they wanna know why Im posted at the bar
  I tell them Im just signing posters at the bar
  But really, I dont know why Im posted at the bar
  Ya bitches act up I got the toaster by the bar
  I get cake cause I always got a hustle
  I prompt weight and I aint talkin bout my muscle
  Club everyday, but that ho aint me
  Cause I be home with the scale like Do-Re-Mi
  I mean I walk like Onami, I mean Naomi
  I keep the thing on me
  And you know it aint a bitch thats got a thing on me, no
  Thats why he wanna go and put a ring on me
  He be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  He be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  I be like, A million here, a million there there
  A million in the air, I mean in the lair-lair
  You must not know who I be
  On my way to Tai-Chi off the L.I.E
  Dont be mad cause you not a ninja like me
  Think she badder than Nicki, thats a L-I-E
  Bitches know Im half gone, I got my ski mask on
  You bitches is too busy getting T-bagged on
  When I do it, it get done, two sticks in my bun
  Pull up in the 6 hun, they be fixin the run
  Corset, Louis Vuitton; it be cuppin my boobs
  I just left petite Vuitton, let me buckle my shoes
  Wait, hold on, little daddy, let me fix my suit
  I got that presidential cooch; when he see it he salute
  I am the mistress, stay with a rasta
  If you get at him, Ill turn your brain into pasta
  On em spaceships, yup we came in with NASA
  Even out in Mars we the stars, oh my god
  They be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  They be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  We be like, a million here, a million there, there
  A million in the air, I mean in the lair, lair
  You must not know who I are
  Sucka-sucka MCs call me sire
  Im the ninja; my ad-libs say hi-ya! 
  Konichiwa -- sayonara
  Listen, I am the girl, the girl they call Nicki
  I am young Nicki, finicky so picky
  And I am like Jada, Halle and Kimora
  No Im not in church but this is Christian Dior-ah
  Im not impressed, Im not impressed with you
  Imma need a lot of cheese and some mustard too
  Cause I get more green then the vegetable
  They say Im rude, Yeah Im rude like huxtable
  I mean Rudy, Im tutti-frutti
  And I got some good cookies so they blew it and took it
  Im so Marylin Monroe
  When the wind blow Im Marylin Monroe
  They be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  They be like, Oh, God! Girl, you bad
  We be like, A million here, a million there there
  A milli in the air, I mean in the lair lair