text: Queens, Queens
  Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga
  Its Minaj, little mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
  Itty bitty, real pretty, but Im not soft
  I beat bitches with the heat like Im Scott Storch
  In the ocean is where they gettin dropped off
  All I wanna do is party
  Rock some Ed Hardy, at Forty-Forty 
  You arrive, when it just get started
  I come through at 2, and I dont get carded 
  Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon
  Mami ya flow sick, my flows retarded 
  Cause you can take something and you wont be sick
  But um, I cant help my retarded shit
  Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound 
  Take the small bus all year round
  That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head 
  Bottle of new meds, a good pair of Keds 
  Where my chicks
  All my girls thatll transport bricks
  Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
  Keep a real good jean on ya hips 
  You can get it
  And to my dudes
  If you keep a good bitch in ya crew 
  And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit 
  And you got a little tree on ya boot 
  You can get it
  Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws
  When I count to three, hit the floor 
  Dang little mama, pick up ya jaw 
  That theres the Chevy, 64 
  You that bitch, Im the boss 
  Im a have my bodyguard, dust me off 
  Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
  Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover 
  Im the boss bitch pink links and the brinks 
  Rockin the corset, sip drinks in my minks
  Call my nigga Gravy, thats the big baby
  Tell him I said maybe he should bring the trey p
  Already know these lames is gonna hate me 
  But um lately, it only motivate me 
  Want it with the squad, gotta come through me 
  Now hit the dance floor, nigga 1-2-3
  Where my chicks 
  All my girls thatll transport bricks
  Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
  Keep a real good jean on ya hips 
  You can get it
  And to my dudes
  If you keep a good bitch in ya crew 
  And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit 
  And you got a little tree on ya boot 
  You can get it