text: Carter called, lemme get the car key
  You dont want it with the Harajuku Barbie!
  Keep a marquise, everythings sparkly 
  Hit em on a walkie-talkie
  Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in
  My name rings bells, bitch, buzz me in!
  And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbians
  Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
  Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
  Hit em wit a Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy and I always eat the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby
  Put my whole borough on my back and Im gooda
  I dont wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
  I represent all the girls that stood up
  Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
  Now Im in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
  Doin the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
  Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up, now Im tellin LA Reid to step his bid up
  And Im tellin President Carter he picked a winner
  Bitches like Nelly and Kelly, got a dilemma
  These birds all fly south in the winter
  Fuck I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
  You can hate me, but why knock my hustle;
  Ima be a queen no matter how they shuffle
  Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
  Im a bad bitch - no muzzle. 
  Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
  Tell em Im the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
  So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
  Gimme my chopsticks, Ill have the rap bitches for dinner
  This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
  This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki
  This is for my niggas wheelying them Kawasakis
  Shout out to the back east salt fish ackes
  Kisses to my fans, unless Im feeling kinda cocky
  Winter Wonderland is on my hand, its kinda rocky
  I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
  Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed
  Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me