text: Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty 
  Whatever you want, you can have from me 
  I want your love, just lead me on
  Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
  ’Cause Im a sucker for ya
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Mmm, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
  The G5ll get me out there in an hour now
  The MAC movin’ like crack, Im sellin powder now
  G-Game over, locker room, hit them showers now
  I got the trophies and the catalogue
  Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
  Im buyin buildings, we dont buy the blogs 
  The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
  Cause Im a sucker for ya
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
  I smoke ’em like hippies now
  They see me, say, Yippie, now
  Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
  They switchin like sissies now
  You niggas is iffy now
  Bitches tune switchin’ up
  We take em to Jiffy now
  Im thicker than peanut butter
  He nuttin like Skippy now
  He want me to be his wife
  His missus like sippi now, uh
  Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty 
  Whatever you want, you can have from me 
  I want your love, just lead me on
  Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Cause Im a sucker for ya
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  She invites me to the condo
  Uh-oh, wifeys in Chicago 
  My side piece, but shes also
  Someones wife, so time we spend is borrowed
  But its our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
  Cause moments like these are to die for
  And shes clear, all nice and easy
  As hair when Im bleaching it blonde
  So we got that lightning in a bottle 
  Shes tipsy, Im sober
  So she gets a chip on her shoulder
  Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
  Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
  She goes, All that old school hip-hop is over
  Think that shits got pneumonia
  I told her, Bitch, now, just hold up!
  Thats why rap needs a doctor
  Our genres lymph nodes are swole up
  Its time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
  Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
  Thats why Tribe is so vital: we need Q-Tip for the culture
  You aint dealin with a fuckin featherweight
  I used to medicate until Id get a fuckin bellyache
  And now Im finna step on the pedal, dont wanna ever brake
  I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
  Demented with the pen, Ill make the mothafucker detonate
  I wanna make it acapella—wait, I gotta set a date
  With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
  And re-develop, Hell awaits, and Ima get a special place
  Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
  Ima take the drivers seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
  Like Im a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media
  Right in the behind; Im a human encyclopedia
  I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
  And youre never gonna reach these heights
  Theyre just too high to reach
  And I aint even reached my fuckin highest
  You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
  And you might wanna decide to cheat
  Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
  Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
  Even if you fire-breathe, aint shit you can say to inspire heat
  If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
  And Im back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
  Better not use me as your topic
  Anybody who brings me up, duck it
  Let me keep it 100
  Two things shouldnt be your themes of discussion
  The queen and her husband
  Last thing youre gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
  Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty 
  Whatever you want, you can have from me 
  I want your love, just lead me on
  Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
  Cause Im a sucker for ya
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Boom shang-a-lang-a-la
  Yo, now let me hit you back
  Told em Id get you back
  I know you sittin there just thinkin bout who did you that
  I am who did you that
  You trippin, did you pack?
  Cant post on Nicki block unless you sellin Nicki crack
  Here, take a Nicki pack
  Check out this Nicki act
  Nicki this, Nicki that
  All these bitches piggyback
  Ha, piggyback, ah, ah, ah back
  Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah
  Out ah road, they lovin my style 
  The man dem want digits fi dial 
  Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know 
  And when I come out, yall suicidal 
  Yeah, on the real, Im these bitches idol 
  Gotta be dumb to make me your rival 
  Cause Im too powerful 
  And you not powerful 
  So say your prayers cause you bout to die slow 
  Die slow , die slow 
  Jealousy is a disease, die slow 
  Die slow , die slow
  Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow