text: They call me Nicki,NickiNicki
  Straight from queens, I’m about that green
  At the age of 19, I copped my white dean
  Flow tighter than fat bitches in G-Strings
  It’s a g thing, I’m a ganstress, ackey
  Bitches cop the shoty, cop rate from papi
  Every other weekend, I’m in the greyhound lobby
  Hair in a bun, guess jeans, beef and brócoli
  Niggas see the girl like “that’s Nicki, probably”
  Your girl so low, I stay on the go
  I’m on the boardwalk, already y’all ain’t even pass go
  I’m way passed, ho, so it ain’t no stopping me
  When I’m in the town, be in shops where Prada be
  I ain’t the sickest? Man, you gotta be.... kidding me
  You can’t get rid of me
  Etz pokеd out like where thе denim be
  Ship the coke out somewhere in Italy