text: Okay
  How you gon tell me Im not the best
  That came out the West? Um, I mean the East, see
  Im the president, but I dont live in D.C
  I rep the NY, FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI
  I get them pies to them guys that say, ¡ay, ay, ay!
  Im the head honcho, get work from papi
  And dead Pancho, put him in the roncho
  I mean Range Rov where we let them things go
  I only fuck with dudes that could let their chain show
  , Im such a eightys babe
  Think you can beat me, then youre azy-cray
  Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies-day
  Wont you be my DJ, like Lazy K? 
  Im such a psycho, niggas call me Michael
  Nicki been hot, since you was on your tricycle
  Bitches, Romans, countrymen
  You salute the president with your country friend
  Bitch, you aint writing shit, you get ten percent 
  And you softer than them dudes, with their wrist-es bent
   Its Nickelodeon
  I am the president, where my podium?
  And why these girls salty? Why they sodium? 
  Is it because my flow slicker than petroleum?
  See, Im that yellow bus girl
  They say Nicki, you the best!, and I tell them Uh, dur!
  You tell me what I know, I guess I must concur
  Im the reason why these bitches yelling, Fuck her! 
  Cause everybody hate when youre great and youre caking
  And when I say caking, I aint talking bout baking 
  But they gon get it all wrong
  Fucking with them fake thugs and them fake Don Juans
  Say he got workers like the kids in Hong Kong 
  But he aint getting chips unless you count them Bon Tons 
  Tell that nigga womp womp
  Cause you aint getting chips unless you count then Bon Tons
  How the only chips you got is Bon Ton potato chips?
  Like, thats what I dont understand, I try to tell these niggas, like, you cant be serious
  Im Nicki Minaj!
  Other than that, like, if you cant see Im the best
  I mean really, you know, these bitches so washed up
  Im walking around with them dryer sheets
  Like, you know, the sheets you throw in the dryer
  Yeah, Im walking around with them sheets now
  Cause, like, when I see these washed up ass bitches
  Im just throwing them on bitches like, real talk, like
  Im just throwing them on bitches like
  Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed!
  Dirty Money