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Uh Yo Yo It was back in 07, did a couple of tapes Did a couple DVDs, made a couple mistakes Didnt know what I was doing, but I put on a cape Now its, Which world tour should I go on today? See, you told me I would lose, but I won I might cop a million Jimmy Choos just for fun Cause bitches couldnt take what was in me, Australia, Sydney Might run up in Disney, out in LA with Lindsay Got the eye of the tiger, the Lion of Judah Now its me and my time, its just me in my prime Everything I tried to teach em, they gon see it in time Tell em bitches get a stick, Im done leadin the blind Got two shows tonight, thats Brooklyn and Dallas Then a private party at the Buckingham Palace Which means I gotta fly like a movie, no commercial Thats Young Money, Cash Money, yeah, Im Universal I hear they comin for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon say? What the fuck they gon say? Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best, best, best, best Im the best, best, best, best Im the best I remember when I couldnt buy my mother a couch Now Im sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house You could never understand why I grind like I do Micaiah and Jelani why I grind like I do Cause even when my daddy was on crack, I was crack Now the whole album crack, you aint gotta skip a track I aint gotta get a plaque, I aint gotta get awards I just walk up out the door, all the girls will applaud All the girls will commend as long as they understand That Im fighting for the girls that never thought they could win Cause before they could begin, you told em it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in Got two bones to pick, Ima only choose one You might get addressed on the second album Which means you can breathe til I motherfucking say so To all my bad bitches, I could see your halo I hear they comin for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon say? What the fuck they gon say? Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best, best, best, best Im the best, best, best, best Im the best Its okay, its okay Long as you know, long as you know Long as you motherfuckers know Im the best, best, best, best, best, best I hear they comin for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon say? What the fuck they gon say? Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best bitch doing it, doing it Im the best, best, best, best Im the best, best, best, best Im the best

Hello, Charlie Ariana, Normani Uh, lets go Baby, Ive been feedin the addiction Flyin from there and back, felt like an acrobat Brown eyed, so I fell into submission Needed to catch myself, like what the hell? Now we pull your chain Just to wake you up, wake you up Push you til you break Now youre steppin up, steppin up, ah, ah Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day Tell me why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Stopped thinkin like a victim This time, Ill throw it back Boy, can you handle that? Got you trippin, gave you no attention Thats when I figured out what youre about Now we pull your chain Just to wake you up , wake you up Push you til you break Now youre steppin up, steppin up, ah, ah Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day Tell me why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Mm, ayo Why you only nice when I get bad, boy? Psha Get back on your job like you employed, boy, psha You know that Im saucy, got that sauce, soy, psha I aint bout to stay up on this merry-go-round and round Cause we go round and round But I dont want no clowns around me I tell em, Who is you cuffin? I got em huffin and puffin He keep on callin me baby Like Im a bun in the oven I said Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only? Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day Tell me why are you only good to me When Im bad to you? Why are you only?

Brup brup Another one We The Best Music! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah DJ Khaled! Lamborghini got a S Parking lot look like a movie My sex drive leave her woozy Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat I aint, I aint even got no time to talk Its all up to you, baby Diamonds dancing on my rubies Savage mode is on ruthless Nah, I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you A million dollar cash on me in the studio when I did this verse My money is longer, my weed is stronger All my bitches is badder, these niggas is sadder My rubies got chalice so fuck all the chatter Tissued the money, I rest on them plaques King of the Patek, clarity showing without even knowing Jump out that Lambo with the red bottoms on The capital going up heavy in Florence Duffel of Franks just to boost my endurance Two number ones in a row I sit back on that Act and sit low in that Ghost Lamborghini got a S, Sierra Leone baguettes, yeah The gold from my neck, it done got in my flesh, yeah Parking lot look like a film, yeah My duffel stuffed with a M, yeah My shooters at basketball gyms, yeah I got some permanent scars I will not wait for tomorrow Lamborghini got a S Parking lot look like a movie My sex drive leave her woozy Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat I aint, I aint even got no time to talk, its all up to you, baby Diamonds dancing on my rubies Savage mode is on ruthless Nah, I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you Yo, yo Queen back in the US, low iron, but you pressed Who lied and said you next? Crying emojis in my group texts Stay in your bum-ass duplex, its Minaj, no group sex Queen never shuffle, you deal Just turned down a four-million-dollar shoe deal Keep your man off my Instagram, bitch 99 problems but aint one a damn bitch G4-fly even when I land, bitch Lookin like Pocahontas, yeah, they want my land, bitch Im just exotic, bitch, chronic bitch Shoe game on psychotic, bitch Yes, I am iconic, bitch P-Pussy get em hooked like phonics, sis Every ball player tryna find this bitch Ball hard but Im too fine to fine this bitch I graduated with honors, bitch Im the truth like a motherfuckin honest bitch Full throttle switch Pick a side, pick a side, they gotta switch Big MAC billboard out in Times Square And I aint talkin bout McDonalds bitch Lamborghini got a S Parking lot look like a movie My sex drive leave her woozy Got my B-A-B-Y in the two-seat I aint, I aint even got no time to talk Its all up to you, baby Diamonds dancing on my rubies Savage mode is on ruthless Nah, I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you I cant even lie to you, I cant even lie to you

Zippin, I’m zippin, I’m zippin Soon as they come out, I’m dippin Big ass closet, I’m trippin Big booty strippers, I’m tippin Big ass chain, I’m heavy And it aint cost me a penny They pay me to rock it Damn, I got niggas in pocket Super Bowl, Grammys What a hell of a jammie All these bitches my sons I’ma get ‘em a nanny Argentina for Pepsi, Orlando All-Star Fuck you said, bitch? Fuck you, porn star I don’t do shotgun, I be drivin my own car I don’t do shots neither, I’m buyin the whole bar Holy moly, G copped me a Rollie I aint catchin the puck, but iced out like a goalie, nigga Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train I travel more than you walkin with a basketball Im out in Spain, runnin game to the Matador Im in my own lane, you aint in my categor You like a RAV4, I’m like the Aventador Birkin bags, man, I murk them ads When I re-up on Reloaded, Ima hurt them bad Every shoot is hot, when Im out, Im spotted They gon frame the receipt if I sign the dotted N-n-niggas on Banshees is speedin Dirt bikes is out for the season Back break wheelie and leanin Damn, a bitch late for a meetin NYPD comin’ Belt Parkway, we gunnin’ Double R engine hummin Actin a fool, we dumbin’ Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train N-N-N-Nintendo and we in the end zone I don’t give a fuck, ho, like we in the friend zone What the fuck it look like? What the fuck it’s hittin fo? Tell em bitches, Y-y-y-y-you you ain’t about that life Nintendo and we in the end zone I don’t give a fuck, ho, like we in the friend zone What the fuck it look like? What the fuck it’s hittin fo? Tell em bitches, Y-y-y-y-you you ain’t about that life Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train Im in the HOV lane, Im in the HOV lane And you, y-y-you, y-y-you? Soul Train

I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I never was satisfied This time, wont you save me? This time, wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up This time, wont you save me? This time, wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up Givin up Givin up Givin up Its not your fault, Im a bitch, Im a monster Yes, Im a beast, and I feast when I conquer But Im alone on my throne, all these riches I came this way, all this way just to say, ayy This time, wont you save me? This time, wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up This time, wont you save me? This time, wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up Givin up Givin up Givin up Im givin up baby, yes Im givin up, baby It feels like Ive been drivin for miles Im givin up, baby And I cant seem to silence these voices in my head This time, wont you save me? Come save me This time, wont you save me? Come save me This time wont you save me? This time wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up This time wont you save me? This time wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up, givin up This time wont you save me? This time wont you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin up Givin up

Mmm, mmm, ayo First thing Ima do when I pop out Is tell my nigga, Yo, make sure you got the Glock out I just hopped out lookin like a knock-out Showed these bitches how to do it, but they dropped out Yep, yep, bling-bling if the watch out Tell em watch out, I brought the block out Talk shit, but when they see me, its a cop-out They dont get the big picture, they get cropped out Styles on em like somebody brought The LOX out Headline tours, and I bring Fox out If its a calm flex, then I bring the Crocs out Might tek a gyal man, I know the opps out Dem bright, fuck I look like in your eyesight? Gyal a try, but it not quite right Dem wan fight cuh it true dem wan hype Dem corny niggas, nah, dem not my type Pump the breaks on em like I ride bikes Plus my shooter dont miss, he like Mike Fuck with the Gs and 5 like my flight Bye-bye, go night-night Brrrr, yuh sih? Unuh doh grimy First thing unuh nuh bold like mi Mi fulla gun, heavy clip Fulla crocodile teeth Everything get fuck when I reach .16 bun up bwoy skin Head top buss up and split Seh yuh bad? Pussyhole run up and see Mi brain psycho nuh rahtid Yeah man, ah EastSyde Bare chopstick Yow, unuh nuh know badness Top striker, doh ask mi Ask smaddy pon di road and see Fulla AK, bare madness Clear way when e Draco ah sing Yeah man, e clip ram up E K nah itch Unuh doh bad, ah bare talking Unuh doh grimy First thing unuh nuh bold like mi Mi fulla gun, heavy clip Fulla crocodile teeth Everything get fuck when I reach .16 bun up bwoy skin Head top buss up and split Seh yuh bad? Pussyhole run up and see Mi brain psycho nuh rahtid Yeah man, ah EastSyde Middle day, wi prepare goose wid di K Spliffy wid di zig sick in here Mini K shot ricochet people face like BPM Shot ah beat inna people face Unuh mussi feel seh mi fraid Shot angle yuh face if yuh ramp wid mi brain Yuh nuh see di .45 clean? Shot open yuh door like key Dont try diss if yuh doh like bleed Shot inna yuh clothes like seam Roll wid e K wid di nose pointed Diss wi, yuh doh find him Diss e EastSyde, den yuh know crisis Unuh doh cold like wi Wi bare brawlin Who diss wi today, nah live How yuh fi try? Flip yuh brain and kick Mi mek e rifle do bare coughing EastSyde deal wid di K nasty How yuh mean, mi nuh range and miss? Gunshot yuh face inna bare dog shit How yuh mean, mi nuh play daadi Suck yuh muma First thing unuh nuh bold like mi Mi fulla gun, heavy clip Fulla crocodile teeth Everything get fuck when I reach .16 bun up bwoy skin Head top buss up and split Seh yuh bad? Pussyhole run up and see Mi brain psycho nuh rahtid Yeah man, ah EastSyde Yow, unuh nuh know badness Top striker, doh ask mi Ask smaddy pon di road and see Fulla AK, bare madness Clear way when e Draco ah sing Yeah man, e clip ram up E K nah itch Unuh doh bad, ah bare talking

This is the autobiography of Nicki Maraj May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected Daddy was a crack fiend, two in the morning Had us running down the block like a track team When you burnt the house down and my mother was in it How could I forget it? The pain is infinite Shes my Queen and I aint even British, shes the only reason That I went to school and I finished She told me that I had talent, got on her knees And prayed for me when I started being violent She saw something in me that til this day I dont know if I could be that But Ima die tryin and when Im done cryin grab the iron And black out like Im retiring Nightmares of you killing my mother The reason that I sleep with my head under the covers And they shouldve thrown a book at you Cause I hate you so much that it burn when I look at you May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected Damn, I wanna run to you, hold you and kiss you And tell you how I miss you Thought I would have a son for you but now its official Its over and I cant let you go But I gotta let you know, all the shit I did made me feel like Im dying real slow Cause no one understands me They dont know what to do when Im hurt And when Im angry You was my friend and my man and my daddy You was there when that bitch tried to stab me Anything I ever needed, knew you had me Cause of you, all them chicks couldnt stand me So why I hurt you? Thats the question It took this long, for me to learn my lesson Cause now all I want is peace and get drama Finally understand the true meaning of karma May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected Please baby, forgive me, mommy was young Mommy was too busy tryna have fun Now, I dont pat myself on the back for sending you back Cause God knows I was better than that To conceive you, then leave you, the concept alone seems evil Im trapped in my conscience I adhered to the nonsense, listened to people who told me I wasnt ready for you But how the – would they know what I was ready to do? And of course, it wasnt your fault Its like I feel you the air, I hear you saying Mommy dont cry, cant you see Im right here? I gotta let you know what you mean to me When Im sleeping, I see you in my dreams with me Wish I could touch your little face, or just hold your little hand If its part of Gods plan maybe we can meet again My voice projected, my life reflected My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic My voice projected, my life reflected May the lord protect me, as the world gets hectic

Yeah Hey Robin! Didnt I rock with you all night? Wasnt it good enough? Dont lie Didnt you tell me that I blew your mind? Brought out the animal in me Nobody else can tame that beast Why did you have to go and say goodbye? Now all I wanna do is get, get you back Cause girl, youre still the best that Ive ever had A one, two, three, lets go You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together You put a bullet into my heart Now fuck me back together Come on, Im an addict Come on, gotta have it Come on, let me at it tonight You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together I wanna live between your legs Hear all the freaky things you said I dont like what youre turning me into, into Baby, you left me on the floor Now I keep driving past your door I dont know why you gotta be so cruel Now all I wanna do is get, get you back Cause girl youre still the best that Ive ever had A one, two, three, lets go You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together You put a bullet into my heart Now fuck me back together Come on, Im an addict Come on, gotta have it Come on, let me at it tonight You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together Yo! Ayo, Robin I get more head than when they noddin’ Kitty on fleek, it’s poppin, I’m Mary Poppins Just for the record, that hard is what I’m copping Blasting 2Pac in some fishnet stockings You know you miss this ride M-I-S-S, missed the spot Used to call me Hillary cause I ride ‘em I said, “ring, ring, ring, ring, ra-ring, ring Put a ring on it or ding, da-ding, ding” Boy your times up, where’d you wind up? There’s levels to this , you shoulda climbed up You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together You put a bullet into my heart Now fuck me back together Come on, Im an addict Come on, gotta have it Come on, let me at it tonight You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together Come on, Im an addict Come on, gotta have it Come on, let me at it tonight You used your love to tear me apart Now fuck me back together Fuck me back together

Dejaste en mi cama tu aroma y sudor No olvido el día que perdimos el pudor Quiero que hagamos el amor como animales Similar a aquella noche cuando fuimos indomables Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Agresivo y salvaje Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Enfermitos incurables Yo no te dije ni una frase de amor Y no digo que sea ilógico Pero esa noche tu cuerpo pidió calor Sin romance nada bíblico No te lleve serenata a tu ventana Ni escribí mil poesías en bachata Solo te vi, me mirastes así Nos hicimos sentir un ratito feliz Quiero que hagamos el amor como animales Similar a aquella noche cuando fuimos indomables Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Agresivo y salvaje Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Enfermitos incurables Romeo... Its me, yo, the CEO Dame beso, yo necesito Dominicana, Puerto Rico Fly me out where is warm, hace frío And you can hit it like José Canseco Yeah, Im-a give you this heat; caliente But Imma need a big suite; Presidente Baby, you like it rough? Give it to me toda la noche Por favor, baby, rip me right out of my Dolce Gabbana, como animales Baby, como animales Ven a mi, no arruinemos el momento No hay tiempo pa palabras Que la noche se haga larga, larga, larga, larga... Quiero que hagamos el amor como animales Similar a aquella noche cuando fuimos indomables Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Agresivo y salvaje Ra-pa-pá-pá-pá Enfermitos incurables

Hello Hello, hello, hello, hello See? Im all about my wamables See? Im all about my wamables Im all about my wamables Nigga aint bangable Im all about my wamables These bitches is flammable Bad bitches in the colleges Bust it open for me, gynecologist But watch all your mileages Pussy miles go up if you’re talented Im all about pool life Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like Im all about good sex Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex Real niggas get the pussy off GP Real niggas get a feature on my EP What the fuck you smiling for? And what they put you on the panel for? Where you gettin money from? Ayo Twist, where you get that Bentley from? Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap Now put it in my lap Let me see your crack, like the trap Im all about my wamables See? Im all about my wamables Im all about my wamables See? Im all about my wamables I like percocets, I like to keep em hidden in my Birkin bag Ass so fat, damn Imma hurt em bad Its showtime bitch, tell me break a leg Couple Bushwick niggas, thatll break your leg Push you off the balcony, and dont break a ledge Put your hand up, now its time to make a pledge Youll never catch me, in a lightskin nigga bed Ima always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge Fuck what they be talkin bout, fuck what they allege I know them bitches gon hate on my Giuseppe wedge Box spring cost 25k bitch Im out in Cali, fuckin wit the black K-fed And nah man, I aint fuckin with that Jean Vest Playtime been over fuck a recess Playtime been over fuck a seesaw Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw Thats one, thats two, and thats three four Im hungry, who else could I feast off? You know my pockets fatter, than that little Vine kid They couldnt stop me, even if the red sign did Bitch dont get gassed, like a hybrid These bitches thinkin they can do what I did These bitches thinkin they can live where I live But bi-bitches couldnt see me with an eyelid I mean look, your bitch came off an island I came in the game 09 wilin Im out in Hollywood, left off Highland These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? Im all about my wamables See? Im all about my wamables Im all about my wamables See? Im all about my wamables

Doctor, doctor, need you back home, baby Doctor, doctor, where ya at? Give me something I need your love, I need your love, I need your lovin You got that kind of medicine that keeps me comin My body needs a hero, come and save me Something tells me you know how to save me Ive been feeling weird, oh Oh, I need you to come and rescue me Oh-oh, oh, oh Make me come alive, come on and turn me on Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on Im too young to die, come on and turn me on Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on Make me come alive, come on and turn me on Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on Im too young to die, come on and turn me on Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on Boy, you make it, make it right My temperature is super high If I scream, if I cry Its only cause I feel alive My body needs a hero, come and save me Something tells me you know how to save me Ive been feeling weird, oh Oh, I need you to come and rescue me Oh-oh, oh, oh Make me come alive, come on and turn me on Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on Im too young to die, come on and turn me on Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on Make me come alive, come on and turn me on Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on Im too young to die, come on and turn me on Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on Youve got my life in the palm of your hand Come save me now, I know you can D-d-d-d-dont let me die young I just want you to father my young I just want you to be my doctor We can get it cracking, chiropractor I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I I know you can save me and make me feel alive Make me come alive, come on and turn me on Touch me, save my life, come on and turn me on Im too young to die, come on and turn me on Turn me on, turn me on, turn me on, turn me on

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil nigga dont test the kid Even Maury Povich couldnt test the kid Even R. Kelly couldnt touch the kid And even with all your bars, you couldnt text the kid I got a pool that I never even swam in Airports that you bitches never land in They be like, What you doin, Nicki? Brandin Suck a cockpit, prepare for landing Im brandin, I aint talking about Priestley I keep a sniper, I aint talking about Wesley Why these bitches so pressed, B? Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B Imma violate yall asses like Chris Stokes Im in Saint-Tropez, on a big boat Go my way to make a billi like a big goat Pull my dick out case you bitches get a slick throat We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Want another round? Well, then get the ref! Got the clothing line popping, and the wigs is next When I fly, you know G5 is the jet Im the motherfuckin Queen, lizabeth Meetings with the president of every network That is what the fuck I call how to network My net worth, that net works Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work Chillin with executives Check the charts, all my winnings are consecutive Trillion dollar deficit But yall dont hear me though, all you bitches deaf as shit Bitches aint got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo This is The Re-Up, better cop it while the cost low Flows sick, Ill slap a patient Im checking these bitches like an application Cause these bitches trippin, no navigation So its off with your head, decapitation S-s-send em up in flames like a fireman I do the hiring and I do the firing That boss shit that you talk, I live it And Im calling a travel if you dont stay on your pivot Bitches We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Going up in flames Going up in flames

Mmm, oh Mmm Yo Maybe you died cause everybody ask me where you at I tried to channel you in hopes that I could steer you back But its like every intersection we just missed each other You got your fans waitin, tell me you aint six feet under And tell me that you comin back and you just took a break Maybe I blamed you for everything, that was my mistake In hindsight, I loved your rawness and I loved your edge Cause it was you who talked me down from jumpin off the ledge Your earings bamboo, your long nails too Your BMW every time you came through You was the brave heart, you stole Wayne heart You never switched it up, you played the same part But I needed to grow, and I needed to know Were there some things inside of me that I needed to show? So I just deaded you, left you in all black But dear old Nicki, please call back You told me youd come when I needed you And you said it so sweetly, I believed you But Im standing here calling, I cant see you But I am holdin you, holdin you, holdin you To that Yo, did I chase the glitz and glamour, money, fame, and power? Cause if so, that will forever go down my lamest hour I shoulda kept you with me, gettin at them nameless cowards They was no match for you, couldnt defeat your prowess I had to make them changes, I hope you understood You see, for every bad, I did a ton of good But you was underground and I was mainstream I live the life now that we would daydream My only wish is you come enjoy it with me Get on them conference calls, go meet the lawyers with me The money came, yeah, I tripled and quadrupled it But I still miss us when we was just on some stupid shit And its still fuck the media They ridiculed you, never believed in ya They just deaded you, left you in all black But dear old Nicki, please call back You told me youd come when I needed you And you said it so sweetly, I believed you But Im standing here calling, I cant see you But I am holdin you, holdin you, holdin you To that And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you To that And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you And yes, Im holdin you, holdin you, holdin you To that

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Youre gonna love this You cant touch this Cause Im a bad bitch We hit the elevator right up to the rooftop The bass is pumping, make me wanna screw the top off Yeah, well be drinking and nobodys gonna stop us And well be kissing anybody thats around us I just wanna have fun tonight Put me under the flashing light Oh-oh-oh-oh Let me blow up this house tonight We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, bitch Im Madonna Bitch, bitch Im Madonna Were jumping in the pool and swimming with our clothes on I poured a beer into my shoe and got my freak on The neighbors pissed and says hes gonna call the Five-O If they show up then we are gonna give a good show I just wanna go up tonight Pull me under the flashing light Oh-oh-oh-oh Let me blow up this house tonight Uhh Beep-beep, bitch move We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Bitch, Im Madonna Who do you think you are? You cant mess with this lucky star Oh-oh-oh-oh Who do you think you are? Uh, poured up with my nose up and that rose up in that thinga Im froze up, with my stove up, cause he eating like its his dinner I run shit, I dont fall back, cause Im on track, Im a sprinter Im bossed up, I got em awestruck, its not a toss up, Im the winner Beep-beep, bitch move, fore I bang-bang with that Uzi Thats Miu Miu on my shoes, aint got a thing left for me to prove Its that bottle service all night, its that pop and urban just right Its that go hard or go home zone, bitch Im Madonna, these hoes know We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Na-na-na-na-na We go hard or we go home We gon do this all night long We get freaky if you want Bitch, Im Madonna We do it like this Youre gonna love this You cant touch this Cause Im a bad bitch Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Go hard or go home zone, bitch Im Madonna, these hoes know

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Yeah, Nicki Minaj, Young Money Yeah, Drizzys home, baby Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes aint never on it I want this forever, I swear, I could spend whatever on it Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon live it up She make me beg for it, til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say you the fucking best , you the fucking best You the fucking best , you the fucking best You the best I ever had , best I ever had Best I ever had , best I ever had I say you the fucking... Know you got a roommate, call me when its no one there Put the key under the mat, and you know Ill be over there Ill be over there, shawty Ill be over there Ill be hitting all the spots that u aint even know was there Ha! And you aint even have to ask twice You can have my heart or we can share it like the last slice Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life Have a nigga thinking that he met you in a past life Sweatpants, hair tied, chilling with no make-up on Thats when youre the prettiest I hope that you dont take it wrong You dont even trip when friends say You aint bringin Drake along? You know that Im working, Ill be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never pay attention to them rumors and what they assume And until them girls prove it Im the one to never get confused with, cause... Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes aint never on it I want this forever, I swear, I could spend whatever on it Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon live it up She make me beg for it, til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say you the fucking best , you the fucking best You the fucking best , you the fucking best You the best I ever had , best I ever had Best I ever had , best I ever had I say you the fucking... Ayo, you the only one that see the real Nicki I can show you Chill Nicki cause of how you deal wit me When they knock my blocks down You come and you build with me Even though you real busy, you still fuckin real Drizzy Its so amazing I figured out this world is ours for the taking I figured out that when I go out and all those people scream Thats some of them are living vicariously through me Thats why I put that S on my chest and Im gone But on another note, lets have sex in my dorm And Ima make you beg, cause you look pretty when you beggin So meet me on the campus, Ill be there around eleven So let me put my books down Excuse me if I look down Guess Im a little nervous, but Im at your service Look at what you took down Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other niggas never on it I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it Thats why I hold you down, every time you hit me up When I get right, I promise that we gon live it up I make you beg for it, until I give it up You say the same thing, every single time I say you the fucking best , you the fucking best You the fucking best , you the fucking best You the best I ever had , best I ever had Best I ever had , best I ever had I say you the fucking... Sex, Love, Pain, baby, I be on that Tank shit Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, bitchesll buy it for the picture And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper girl, but money aint the issue They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial She call me the referee, cause I be so official My shirt aint got no stripes but I can make your pussy whistle Like the Andy Griffith theme song And who told you to put them jeans on? Double-cup love, you the one I lean on Feeling for a fix? Then you should really get your fiend on Yeah, just know my condo is the crack spot Every single show, she out there repping like a mascot Get it from the back, and make your fucking bra strap pop All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpots Im saying! Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We can do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes aint never on it I want this forever, I swear, I could spend whatever on it Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon live it up She make me beg for it, til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say you the fucking best , you the fucking best You the fucking best , you the fucking best You the best I ever had , best I ever had Best I ever had , best I ever had I say you the fucking best , you the fucking best You the fucking best , you the fucking best You the best I ever had , best I ever had Best I ever had , best I ever had Ugh! Aww, yeah! See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody Just make sure they that special somebody Young Money! Yeah, yeah

Feel, feel, feel the beat of the drum Move like you really wanna be number one You can, you can, you can beat out the comp Run like you really wanna be at the top Stop Adrenaline rush, cause you have been identified as a hustler Topic of discussion, but beat it like a percussioner And chuck the deuce up, and tell em its just love Damn, diggity-dog Let them bums stay mad, cause we livin it up Shelltops is on And Im popping, like Im popping, like Im popping some corn And now, I dont wanna take you If we fall down, dont get upset And now is just the beginning And well figure it out somehow Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now Its something you create Its never ever too late Its never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah, baby, this is your day Its time to masquerade Uh Bass, the bass, feel the bass in your face Hit the finish line, first place in the race Yes, King Kong on your chest Running, and Im coming to baton to your left Yup, you can be who you want Be who you is, never be who you arent Never ever fold under pressure Desperate times get desperate measure Damn, diggity-dog Let them bums stay mad, cause we livin it up Shelltops is on And Im popping, like Im popping, like Im popping some corn And now, I dont wanna take you If we fall down, dont get upset And now is just the beginning And well figure it out somehow Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now Its something you create Its never ever too late Its never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah, baby, this is your day Its time to masquerade Ima call you afro, cause you never ball Fuck all you bitches, and I dont ever call Next day, suck my teste I aint playing games, bitch, but checkmate, checkmate Breaker 1-9, Br-Breaker 1-9, Br-Breaker 1-9 All my party people, lemme see you one time Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now, masquerade Master the merry-go-round Right now Its something you create Its never ever too late Its never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah, baby, this is your day Its time to masquerade Right now

Who the hell is this? Calling me at 12:47 in the night While Im watching the fight Looking at the phone, its no name in sight Blocked ID, knew something just wasnt right Its my girl Kandi from out in Miami Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry Car seat in the back like he started a family Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying? Remember them chicks from the Bricks round nine six That we seen when we hit a lick by the project? Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria I didnt say them They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when Some bitch named Kim Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now Im warning you Whats it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker Damn, Imma have to send her to her maker Imma send her to her maker Imma send her to her maker They heard about his good sexing, long erections Nice complexion, Magnums for protection They even heard about his tongue game How the nigga give brain, aint stop til the cum came But thats words of Hip Hop I popped the bitch top, like a Corona Call a coroner, its gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es If I find out he got a next Mrs What you think all the goons is for Two by the door, a few more out in New York And I feed em curry chicken, Im all about my green nahmean? Got some fat bitches in the kitchen I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail Got a scale for whats in the mail I got whatever on my nigga bail, But if the nigga bail Ill have him sleeping with some killer whales Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man On the other hand, things aint always what you plan Its the ones up in your prom picture, salon witcha Now they wanna creep in your mans jeep I bet you Nicki wont sleep Cause Imma put the heat to your beak, Youll bird like tweet tweet And watch you smoke like a cigarette Shouldve left the bitch a pack of Nicorette Leave all them foul bitches wet I give a fuck about you and your bum crew Mami Im the truth, they salute when I come through Im not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming

I can be selfish Yeah, so impatient Sometimes, I feel like Marilyn Monroe I’m insecure Yeah, I make mistakes Sometimes, I feel like I’m at the end of the road I can get low, I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah, I can get high, I can get high Like I could never come down Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt Its like all the good things They fall apart, like Like Marilyn Monroe Truth is, we mess up til we get it right I don’t wanna end up losing my soul I can get low, I can get low Don’t know which way is up Yeah, I can get high, I can get high Like I could never come down Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt Take me or leave me I’ll never be perfect Believe me, I’m worth it So, take me or leave me So, take me or leave me Call it a curse Or just call me blessed If you can’t handle my worst You ain’t getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt

Pay attention, biatch Shout out Young Steff for the assistance Scotty the engineer, what up? All my niggas throwin it up on them bikes, I see you The affiliates, nigga Nicki I told you I got you, baby, Gucci got you, baby Weezy got you, we gon hold you down, get em Holiday season She said, Fuck Fendi, but I think she was playin I heard she move them thangs, I think she fuckin Wayne She call herself Lewinsky, that means she give him brain She tryna be like Lil Kim; her picture looks the same Why she aint signed with G-Unit, she from Queens, right? And whats her nationality? She Chinese, right? I mean she okay, but she aint all that She aint the next bitch, tell that bitch, fall back See Im a hater, I go hard, listen, lets begin You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian And she aint never comin out, look at Currensy But every time she do an interview, you know I run and see She get me so sick, it make me vomit Thats why I spend my time online, leaving comments And you know that I got some more haters with me Might hit up ThisIs50 MTV, hit up BET, tell em pretty, pretty please dont play Nicki Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell em hi One day youll remember this, one day when we reminisce Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell em hi One day youll remember this, one day when we reminisce Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz Nothing I do is good enough for you Bitches is like crabs in a bucket You see a bad bitch gettin shine, you should love it Cause every time a door opens, for me that means you Just got a better opportunity, to do you They dont understand, these labels look at numbers, its statistics I lose, you lose, ma, its just logistics Anyway, real bitches listen when Im speakin Cause if Nicki win, then all of yall gettin meetings Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris – Lighty, when youre done, just salute a bad bitch Only underground bitch around thats ducking the paparazzi In and outta town, be swervin the Maserati Stay around the white like a Nazi Pussy p-p-popping on my poppers so the cops see, bitches Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell em hi One day youll remember this, one day when we reminisce Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell em hi One day youll remember this, one day when we reminisce Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz

You know, baby Somethin bout you lately You know, you know, you never Cease to amaze me And you know, and you know He dont be fuckin you like I be fuckin you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time Imma pull up on you fourth quarter when its crunch time You know When I pull up to the crib Hurry up and get dressed Spend a couple hours on your makeup Twenty minutes, I done made that to a mess And you know like I know I was your side nigga, you was my side hoe He broke you in, Im the one broke you out, though Cause you got that D and you turned to El Chapo Run from that nigga if he tries to buy you Aldo This that Givenchy, that new Saint Laurent flow This that go cash out that G65 flow I like you, you hit the lotto I put you on to the Perc and Moscato I put you on to fuckin in Cabo Said we would only fuck once and would stop, though You know thats a lie, though And you know, and you know He dont be fuckin you like I be fuckin you He wanna hurt you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time Imma pull up on you fourth quarter when its crunch time You know Oh, you know, they dont never do it better than the boy Have you in the dealer like a kid pick a toy Lord, she say that she never been on a PJ, mile high Fuck her and her friend on the PJ You know, I flew that girl to Turks on her b-day I got up under her skirt on her b-day Know I keep it in the stash house on keepsake Know I walked in, a hundred thou on the pre-k Yeah, a hundred thou, back to back for a week straight Girl, you know how we play And you know, you know He dont be fuckin you like I be fuckin you He wanna hurt you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time Imma pull up on you fourth quarter when its crunch time You know You stay a hundred with me, I stay a hundred with you They wasnt fuckin with me, cause I was fuckin with you They said, She fuckin with him Im like, She fuckin with who? Cause now she fuckin with me, ha He dont be fuckin you like I be fuckin you He wanna hug you and make you uncomfortable You know, shawty, you know All you gotta do is hit a nigga phone one time Imma pull up on you fourth quarter when its crunch time You know You know, baby Somethin bout you lately You know, you know, you never Cease to amaze me You know, baby Somethin bout you lately You know, you know, you never Cease to amaze me One time, crunch time, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know, you know You know, you know, you know

I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I mean, you know Its like when I feel really crazy I just get my broom and fly away I go real, real far away Young Money Thats-thats-thats just what we do You know, I mean we-we wear straightjackets And we-we-we-we stay in, you know, padded rooms And, you know, and we fly away I just came out of the motherfuckin old school Got my Mac Notebook with the Pro Tools You bitches aint ready for Nicki Lewinsky Bad woof woof, flyer than a Frisbee So Im up in Mandalay, eating mangos Keep a couple pink toes in my sandals Got some bangles all over my ankles Such a star, they singing the “Star Spangled Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner,” and I, I am the rap Hannah Mo-Mon-Montana, so fix your antenna I keep three hoes, but dont call me Santa A-And I’m, and I’m flyer then reindeers in the winter I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy So I got a bad-bitch mentality Cause I just came from another galaxy I be with the president up in the White House If we in the Oval Office, then the lights out Cause I am the Wicked Witch, Im the Nickster And I keep a bad bitch on my GSX-R But I leave her in a second for a thicker Rockstar little mama with a guitar I mean, Im Nicki L-M-N-O-winsky I mean, my name ring bells like Tinky I mean Tinker, tell that nigga link her Cause Im looking for some good brains from a thinker Uh, thinker Thinker... Thinker I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy 1, 2, 3rd floor, hospital bound Niggas is doors and I knock niggas down Straightjacket crooked, I hear you lookin I promise Im hard and I swear you pussy I aint crazy, no, yes, I am Right up in the cuckoo nest I land Im fly, now eat my bird shit Yeah, Im crazy, crazy bout your bitch Wild animal on my bewildered shit I love brain so Im lookin for a nerd bitch Its Nicki Minaj, the superb witch And Weezy F Baby, no, Weezy F Crazy I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy When I do it, it get did-ed, I was fixing my fitted Pull up in a 6 Series, she was fixing your Civic When I do it, it gets done, 2 sticks in my bun Pull up in a 6, hun, you was fixing to run, hoe I get crazy, I get crazy I get motherfuckin, motherfuckin crazy Crazy, crazy, thats what my name is My name means crazy in cr-crazy language

Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, mi casa so full of rastas More ganja than reefer farmers, you couldnt see me with binoculars White girl with me, Cindy Lauper, multi deep like Frank Sinatra Gave ten birds to Waka Flocka, told him drop em, Moreland Plaza Flow sick like the morning after, try me then your skull get fractured Ransom your little handsome son, so sad that your first daughter captured Gucci hot as boiling water, my pack just came cross the border Your girlfriends a major snorter but that bitch aint worth a quarter Dont give that another thought-a, if you serve me then get shot up Ounce, a half, a eighth, a quarter, send my goons to do the slaughter Hustle hard, got from my father, take no shit, got from my mother Never snitched and never will, I put that on my baby brother Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Only one dude and Ima smoke my reefer Cruise through the city in my new two-seater Stay lowkey, get dough with my people Maybe try to find me a blow a little cheaper Only one dude and Ima ride around town Work got low, bitch dropped a few pounds Count a few checks, deal em out Shoot a little dice, blow a little loud Sell a little powder, make a few thou Turn them into millions standing tall as Yao Mean mug every nigga on my team Nigga say anything, folk will hit him in his mouth Back in the day, they said I wouldnt be shit Tell them fuck niggas, Nigga, look at me now! Money on my dick, they worse than they bitch It don’t make no sense, we just laugh at them clowns Pull up to the club, everybody like, Wow! Watch cost a car, car cost a house Catch me in the club, Im stunting on the couch Balling like a baller, me and Gucci ballin out Shawty got it for the low, who said it was a drought? Swag run so hard, man these hoes like Well known in the North, raised in the South Connected out West, get em in, get em out Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars In the kitchen with Patrick Swayze, me and the yay is dirty dancing Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie glasses Stupid Brick Squad chickens in, stankin through the plastic Gettin ‘em in and gettin’ em gone; definition of a trapper Im the hottest thing walkin round in East Atlanta So Im like a baby, shittin like a damn Pamper Ooh, they hate my swag cause these bars is Alaska Hip-hop police got me workin under the scanner Coca-Cola, wheres the water? Watch this dough, I serve this order One on the window cause the police just might smell this odor Barber shops and beauty parlors just to cover dirty dollars White girl was super dirty so I put her in the shower Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Soo Woo! To the B gang, it’s a G thang, see me I’m eyeballin shorty, Gucci got the work and Flocka got the 40 Work the wheels and hold the gun Smoke out my pistol, I wish you’d run Nigga win some like, Which one? Hundred round chopper or the handgun? Heard I ain’t never lost none, got nicks and dimes, you want some? I’m a legend in the hood like Big Pun Got bales of the mid you want some? I bought them Waka Flocka, Flocka Waka, midgrade bought me everything I’m gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter, I put that shit on Gucci Mane Brick Squad is what the fuck I claim God yall niggas off the chain Lookin like he want my chain, I smoke him like some Mary Jane And shorty that shit real talk And shorty that shit real talk Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Shawty Lo, call me Escobar They try to retired me like the great Brett Favre Still got no wife but the white be my girlfriend Even Nicki fuckin with my girlfriend Yeah, we share that bitch Got Waka Flocka, Gucci, Rocko in that bitch Still in the kitchen, flickin the wrist And Im still on the highway takin a risk Back and forth from the 1 and the 6 Ridin I-20 with a bunch of them bricks Ayy, from the 1 and the 6 Ridin I-20, all white bricks Coca, coca, coca cola, yayo bought me everythang Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boila, boila, boiling water, damn I gotta forced game Snorta, storta make an offer; no prob I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Feds coming after us, niggas talkin bout jackin us Married to that white girl so bitch, I ain’t no bachelor Brick Squad, Re-Up Gang, motherfuckin yayo club Lookin for another one cause I ran off on my last plug Off white Jag, white truck, white Lambo All white Porsche four door going HAM ho You know who I am ho you say I robbed your brother I don’t give a damn though; he mustve had the yams low He mustve had them grams off, weighing what I paid for Too many of them bands, now he laying on his mans floor I’m Yo Gotti nigga, and I’m from North Memphis In East Atlanta Zone 6 and I got the North with me Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars I got that hard Gucc, you know these bitches easy I got that cold flu, I got that itchy sneezy You in that Mitsubishi, Im in that Bentley GT Im takin trips with Papi I got them Pookie fiends, might rock some Juicy jeans I mean some Juicy sweats; maybe some blue Giuseppes I play foul, no free-throw Bitch I ball, no free show, deadass, no peep-show Bought our own condo, water-front condo Daughter, son dundo; watchin Telemundo Flyer than a rocket, money in my polly-pocket What you coppin? Keep that work inside my Pippi Longstocking, bitch Coca, coca, Coca-Cola, yayo bought me everything Yola, yola, baking soda, cocaine is my girlfriend Boil-a, boil-a, boiling water, damn I got a forced game Snort-a, stort-a, make an offer, no prob, I could cook it for ya Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Retail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars Mi casa su casa partna, my partnas get stupid guallas Detail shops and beauty parlors to cover up these dirty dollars

Said it ain’t what you do cause So baby, everybody closer cause everybody wanna get back Said if you knew what I do, she’ll be yours tonight So baby, everybody closer cause everybody Imagine she came here to get away Well she dont want nobody crowding her space Wouldn’t that be weird? Aw yeah She was up tonight to get down But she don’t wanna be a part of the crowd Wouldnt that be weird? Aw yeah Im so confused, if you only knew she came to give it to you Said it aint what you do, its what you do tonight And there ain’t no shortcut, to doing something right If you knew what I knew, she’ll be yours tonight Just look around the club cause, youre here to have a good time So many benefits to to being quiet, just be cool enjoy the ride ‘Cause all you really wanna do is, wouldn’t that be weird? Yeah Don’t be stingy with it pass the J, let her hit it if it’s headed her way My nigga, that’s weird Im so confused, if you only knew she came to give it to you Said it aint what you do, its what you do tonight And there ain’t no shortcut, to doing something right If you knew what I knew, she’ll be yours tonight Just look around the club cause, youre here to have a good time Im so confused, if you only knew she came to give it to you Yo, he want the flirty girl, Im the girly girl You know who, get the worm its the early bird Flow, slicker than MJ, early curl I got to clip these niggas like Sterly Sterl I seen him in the club, he could get the cub I aint talking about baseball, but go get the glove Dont be like OJ, and forget your glove Im tryna get faded nigga, go and get the drugs Five plus five, what they call that? Ten Out in Japan, we be counting that, Yen Ladies, who you trying to get it popping with? Men No little boys, in the circle of Usher, got em under pressure When your girl come through, Nicki gone crush her And tell your man, play the back, like a spine He only last six seconds, like a Vine Im so confused, if you only knew she came to give it to you Said it aint what you do, its what you do tonight And there ain’t no shortcut, to doing something right If you knew what I knew, she’ll be yours tonight Just look around the club cause, youre here to have a good time Just start something You gone get it, gone get it Just start something You gone get it, gone get it Just start something You gone get it, gone get it Just start something You gone get it, gone get it Yeah, come on You gone get it, gone get it Come on, uh-huh, yo, yo You gone get it, gone get it Yo, I am Nicki M, and he is Usher All these niggas, be tryna cuff her You gone get it, gone get it What you know about that, Swiffer duster? Until next time, you motherfucker You gone get it, gone get it

Young Money Hand on your hand Chest on your chest Tangled in bed But Im feeling you less You know my love aint free Why do you make believe? Why do you sell me dreams? SMS in the morning light We gotta, we gotta, we gotta face it The fire, the fire aint no longer blazin I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya You dont even know that I left, do ya? Cant handle my love Cant handle your lies No friend zone to my love Quit burning all of my time I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you I cant do it, no baby, I cant do it I only end up losing, ooh were really fooling this Agree to disagree, some things arent meant to be But I wanted you and me SMS in the morning light We gotta, we gotta, we gotta face it The fire, the fire aint no longer blazin I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya You dont even know that I left, do ya? Cant handle my love Cant handle your lies No friend zone to my love Quit burning all of my time I, I woke up on the wrong side of ya No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you We gotta, we gotta, we gotta face it The fire, the fire aint no longer blazin No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you No candle, no light for you Switch up the lane, switch up the lane Watch how ya gyal just switch up her lane This one here, it ah Nicki and ZAYN, ZAYN, seen?

Polo, Polo Polo G Hmm Bad lil thing from New York, her heart is too sore She feel all alone, but Ive been there before She just like it when you say less and do more Baby, we not vibin if its too forced Tired of cryin, she done cried all her last cries She been heartbroken for the last time Girl, if I wasnt so heartless, you could have mine I was in the slums, thuggin with the bad guys Countin millions, flyin private just to pass time And every time I hit the road, Im on thе cash grind Its hard adaptin to this life, I live the fast kind But wе can rock until Im spittin out my last rhyme How many times we gotta argue fore we get it right? Cause it been long days and bitter nights We could talk about it, it aint shit for you to get a flight Went through some things that made me see you in a different light I aint stuntin these hoes, Im just livin life But if we fall off, could I still call for some quick advice? Turned into strangers, still remember what your kiss is like Lights off, hands on your waist, always grip it tight Trying to figure out my feelings, Im confusin you Where Im from, happy endings are unusual If looks could kill, theyd be cryin at my funeral And even when you mad, girl, you still so beautiful Bad lil thing from New York, her heart is too sore She feel all alone, but Ive been there before She just like it when you say less and do more Baby, we not vibin if its too forced Tired of cryin, she done cried all her last cries She been heartbroken for the last time Girl, if I wasnt so heartless, you could have mine I was in the slums, thuggin with the bad guys You said youd never make me cry Thats right before you made me cry Said you aint like them other guys Then you led me to my demise I never shouldve gave it to you in the first place And why the fuck I move in with you in that first place? I— I was the first one to put you up on that Hermès Exotic beaches, just layin there like a mermaid Couldve took your surname, kept you from them bird-brains Now you in my burn book, fuck you and whats-her-name Id rather physical, emotionals the worst pain You triggering my anxiety in the worst way Sometimes, the best thing you could do is step away Ill always be the one that you let get away Put on our favorite song and I just let it play Pull out the get-at and I might just let it spray Bad lil thing from New York, her heart is too sore She feel all alone, but Ive been there before She just like it when you say less and do more Baby, we not vibin if its too forced Tired of cryin, she done cried all her last cries She been heartbroken for the last time Girl, if I wasnt so heartless, you could have mine I was in the slums, thuggin with the bad guys Hmm Ill be gone, Ill be gone, Ill be gone Told my bitch, Pick me up in the morning Gone, Ill be gone, Ill be gone This is toxic, dont act like its normal This is toxic, dont act like its normal

You make me, you make me small You make me If you look at my If you look at my love Youll see Youll see I aint worried about a he See I aint worried about a he I aint worried about a he I aint never take a knee cause he aint worry bout me If you look at my If you look at my love I aint worried about a he And he aint worry bout me Live for my love Cause he aint worry bout me Live for my love, me I aint never take a knee cause he aint worry bout me You make me feel blue You dont make me feel super You dont make me feel super Look at me, me He aint worried about me And I dont pick up dead leaves He aint worried about me, see If its you and me then its you and me Baby, we dont worry about keys You make me, make me feel stuck You dont give two fucks You aint worried bout me, you just tryna bust nuts Times up All that bullshit lines up All that talkin bout what you gon do Boy, go and get ya mind up If you look at my If you look at my love Youll see Youll see I aint worried about a he See I aint worried about a he I aint worried about a he I aint never take a knee cause he aint worry bout me If you look at my If you look at my love I aint worried about a he And he aint worry bout me Live for my love Cause he aint worry bout me Live for my love, me I aint never take a knee cause he aint worry bout me I dont wanna fight but Ill fuck around and shoot you I dont wanna fight but you gave me no more trust I will fuck around and end your life If you look at my If you look at my love Youll see Youll see I aint worried about a he See I aint worried about a he I aint worried about a he I aint never take a knee cause he aint worry bout me

Young Money Said, baby, no, no, no, no, no You know my loving aint free, babe Wont make you do what you dont wanna do What you dont wanna do, no that aint me, babe Said, baby, nah nah nah, I aint with the drama That aint what I need I need you ten hut now, need you ten toes down, baby Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up So, baby, come make your mind up Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up Said, baby, come make your mind up Beep beep, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me Cause the hips dont lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe Said, baby, I-I-I got so used to it being on a creep, babe Yeah, maybe I-I-I got so used to just giving you the least, babe But nowadays, I need more from ya I need something I can keep Said nowadays, I need real Nowadays, I need you to take the lead Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up Say, baby, come make your mind up Said if you ride, baby, ride up Pull up from behind, baby, wine up And you and me, we can shine up Say, baby, come make your mind up Beep beep, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me Cause the hips dont lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe Ay yo, bring in the blunt, Emily Blunt Platinum back, ice bling in the front Ima land the jump, Yao Ming in the dunk And Im playing the field, Brad Wing in the punt Ima tell him I love him in the foreign and cuff him Whips in immigration, everything on them is custom Now they calling me Billy, Im the goat No Achilles heel since I left Philly Countin them millis to billis Beep beep beep beep, put the hurt on me Yeah, Im wearing jeans, but he put the skrt on me Rode him to sleep, and then I put his shirt on me Pussy clean, these niggas aint got no dirt on me Gotta play it by my rules or I swerve on him Bout my cash money, you can ask Bird or Slim Took him to my paradise, silk ribbon my linen Now he got a big thing for Caribbean women Beep beep, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me Cause the hips dont lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe Beep beep, babe, I need you to skrt on me, babe Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe But if you with it, wine up on me Cause the hips dont lie, baby Drop down low; Said you know I need to know Cause you keep telling me your love aint free, babe

Every night I rush to my bed With hopes that maybe I’ll get a chance To see you when I close my eyes I’m going outta my head Lost in a fairytale Can you hold my hands and be my guide? Clouds filled with stars, cover your skies And I hope it rains, you’re the perfect lullaby What kinda dream is this? You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where Baby long as you’re here I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Yo, yo, Young Money right here Bike here, throw it up, no high chair Cold like a white bear Freddy Krueger Im a rap bitch nightmare And I’m rich, I could buy you Kill bitches, leave their body in the Bayou More brain than a IQ More head than a dread, my youte And my bank account ain’t hardly empty That’s why I come through in a Barbie Bentley So please mamacita, please no envy When you come around it reads no entry Who’s next to go? My flows so flexible Get gas, then get at me, Texaco Shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico White jag with the twisted lip I aint Mike Jack but This is it! B-b-b-boo Im everywhere Youre like balloon boy, mama, you was never there! I am the Kung Fu Panda Fuck all your blogs, fuck all your propaganda Good for the goose, then its good for the gander Nicki aint a rapper, Nicki is a brander Please, you can never compare to me All these bitches is scared of me I am who they couldn’t even dare to be So thats all folks, badabadee I go hard, pause Hospital flow, get more gauze Im a bad bitch on all fours The President be like, Its all yours! Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats Go together like Ricky and his eye patch Go together like a team in the gym Kareem and the ring, the queen and the king Tattoo your name across my heart So it will remain Not even death could make us part What kind of dream is this? You could be a sweet-- Uh, kush it out, red bone, pussy, mouth Eat you up, spit you out, fuck your girl in your house I’m terrible, be careful, you might want say a prayer or two So cold, I need theraflu, Im so high, I need parachutes Im error proof, Im never spooked, got my coupe, heaven blue And my flag red as hell, think youre sweet as devils food I never lose, my weapons use Fuck with me wrong, shit get ugly, Devin Dude And she’s the queen, two’s a couple, three’s a scene Weezy that nigga that you see in your dreams, get the pussy wet, Abita Springs Hah, Im Easter clean, shout to my home girl, Mika Means Anything we want we redeem, you niggas gassed up, ‘93 Supreme Nicki Minaj is the hardest bitch, more than an artist, bitch She talk a whole lot of shit and walk around like she President Carters bitch She be on her Barbie shit, and me? Im on Tha Carter VI And I can turn crumbs to bricks, and I can turn nuns to tricks Hah, Young Mula baby, f-fuck your feelings And this is No Ceilings, yeah You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Somebody pinch me, your loves to good to be true My guilty pleasure I ain’t going no where Baby long as you’re here I’ll be floating on air cause you’re my You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare Either way I, don’t wanna wake up from you

Ayo, Trina! You ready? Ayy, Nic! Let’s get em! Yeah Light the blunt This is for French Montana, Tory Lanez and friends J. Harden, and you, too, Mr. Martin I curved yall boys Yeah, I curved yall boys And to my niggas with bitches that like causin drama Me and my bad bitches, we like Fuck his baby mama He cop me them Chanel bags, them diamonds VVS You see this 500 million dollar mansion thats wrapped round my neck This is for the ones who happily always toppin me sloppily If your money Monopoly, I aint fuckin’ you properly He been tryin’ the liquor, taste like a strawberry daiquiri The interior chicken and the exterior broccoli When I come through in that Range Rov, the Barbie chain glow Keep a baddie with me and we curve ’em like a rainbow Rockin ice grills like some serious bitches Its the Barbie and the baddest, Sagittarius bitches Give me a project bitch Give me a hood rat chick One that don’t give a fuck And say she took that dick Give me a project chick Give me a hood rat bitch One that dont give a fuck And say she took that dick I know a dude named Wayne that I used to fuck I slid on him, got a check, then I was off in that truck Ferrari photo, hit the gas, left foot on the clutch Countin money bags, shit, I been bossin up I know this ball player that I been wantin to fuck I deal with rich niggas and all of them give it up Project bitches, ass fatter than the rest of them Bitches so bad, got him cuffin and arrestin em Yeah, he shoots dice , his coupes is nice I be playin with his balls , cause hoops is life Got a New York nigga, Miami nigga Always yellin gang gang with the hammer, nigga I got a ass eatin pro , hes suckin my toes Got a bitch bussin off like calico I got a beggin-ass dude, want me to ride his face Got a young side-nigga, gotta hide my face Give me a project bitch Give me a hood rat chick One that dont give a fuck And say she took that dick Give me a project chick Give me a hood rat bitch One that dont give a fuck And say she took that dick Its the two baddest bitches that they love to hate We racin yachts, its a bad bitch holiday Its Barbie and Cinderella in Gucci and Donatella I got a young rich nigga with a trap in Alpharetta I got a couple Haitian niggas who be swipin them cards Gettin that income tax money, takin trips with Minaj I know some West Coast niggas wanna bang me out I show you what a project chick is about, show us the money Give me a project bitch Give me a hood rat chick One that dont give a fuck And say she took that dick Give me a project chick Give me a hood rat bitch One that dont give a fuck And say she took that dick

Uh Rrrrrr, Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay Beamers or the Benzes, okay Diamond tennis necklace, okay Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah She gon let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay She got expensive taste , ayy She got a slim thick waist , ayy Girl, its not your face, it’s your ass, uh-huh I mean, girl, it’s not your ass, it’s your face, ayy Your bitch in the nosebleeds My girl in the courtside floor seats Your bitch a four to me Ima take my girl to Dior this week All my bitches slim-thick and athletic She ain’t my girl if she ain’t got a Patek All my bitches gotta fit my aesthetic She ain’t your girl, she right here in my section She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay Beamers or the Benzes, okay Diamond tennis necklace, okay Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah She gon let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay I got a shopping problem, got expensive taste Bustdown Patek with the expensive face Gotta get me ice if he tryna skate Gotta swipe the AmEx if we go on a date If we go on a date, gotta blow on my cake But dont hit me if its tiny, girl from Xscape Need studs for my ears, Louis scarf for my hairs Latest bag from Chanel and I aint tryin to wait Uh, Im tryna meet the plug, no sockets Uh, pussy deep, so is my pockets Uh, Tom Ford heels with the locket Uh, a nigga get me, he better lock it, uh She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay Beamers or the Benzes, okay Diamond tennis necklace, okay Lambo or the double R truck, yeah, yeah She gon let a superstar fuck, yeah, yeah She so expensive, okay She so expensive, okay

Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better Im a trendsetter, Im a go-getter! When I slide down the ave Im fuckin trippin Maserati bat black, all I wanna know is where the cash at? TNT tucked in my rillo, hundred racks under my pillow Different styles, Im so versatile, nigga you know like I know Jimmy, Lil Swae, hoes on the chase Cash in the air make her forget her date Heard of my plan, she fuckin with me anyway If she thicky like Nicki I put that pussy on my plate How you not notice the flyest niggas in the place? I hit the liquid and started drippin into space Hublot tickin, blowin kisses at your baby Have fun, shotkilla like Mike reincarnated Throwin out a fuckin end Im blowin money in the wind Im sick of wearin skinny jeans Im more into wearin Louis Vs These hoes dont fuckin listen These niggas dont pay attention These bitches are not yours We keep them on all fours Breakin down, rollin up potent Sippin champagne like soda, poppin red bitches like cola Trunk beat like Eardrummers Sremm killed the haters, God bless em Mothafuckas still all in my bone marrow Flyin through the air like a fuckin air devil All these broke niggas just fish in a barrel Run back up and I turn into a bezel No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better Won a gold medal and a gold bezel I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better Im a trendsetter, Im a go-getter! Hell no, you cant use my lip gloss Pop a Perc, now Im on lift off Ass still fat, its on Rick Ross You bitches make a nigga dick soft Bitch, ball like Im at tip off Get it, get it wet, then I rub the tip on Rag and Bone jeans, I can slip off Bitch, Ive been hot since flip phones Running this game for five years Guess thats why my feet hurt Wonder when they bite me, do these bitches teeth hurt? Yes, I am an icon, thats me on your T-shirt Thought you knew better, do your fucking research You ain’t know, this the no rip zone This the You Cant Beat Nic zone Madison Square when the Knicks home I live next door to Brad Pitt’s home I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too I like hood niggas, with a bad attitude They could never reach Young Nick magnitude Even if they had a longitude, latitude Listen up, ho, this is my territory You are my son, like an episode of Maury Like an episode of ER, bitch, I’m hotter than the D.R When it comes to rap skills, nobody wanna see her Muhfuckas flexin, muhfuckas actin Bitches is my sons and they causin contractions Ain’t pushing out, Ima give them to the clinic Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick Wack sauce, I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you’re ugly, it’s a no text zone It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone Wack sauce, I can hear it in your tone This nigga keep staring at my phone But if you’re ugly, it’s a no text zone It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better Won a gold medal and a gold bezel I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better Im a trendsetter, Im a go-getter! Who aint waiting on King Push? Got niggas checking for them new flows Sold more dope than the old Jigga Now niggas calling me the new Hov Let the coupe go, planetarium Let the roof go like Cesarean Clear my section nigga, no flexing nigga Just a hunnid bottles they carrying Cross the border like I lost a daughter This foreign nigga, he aint know better Him pick and choose where them bullets fly I lose the plane on this fool nigga Bought dope with my album budget Play Cloths was the blueprint Four million in four seasons Fuck who care for my fashion sense Tell a ho come and swim in the money Broke niggas just stop at the heel I could body paint you in them name brands And put a red bow on the wheels See Im just in and out, I call a rent a mouth Suck the ice out of a bezel Use my rap persona, fuck baby mommas Still killin haters, God bless em No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better No flex zone, no flex zone They know better, they know better Won a gold medal and a gold bezel I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better Im a trendsetter, Im a go-getter!

Murda Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song PnB Yeah, yeah, yeah Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, its all on her boots She wanna ride, just like my coupe She wanna get high, straight to the moon She wanna get fly, just like a broom Pussy sweet like its Simply Ride that dick like a 10-speed All these bitches gon envy I let you push the Bentley Just so you could fly Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh She want drip like mine Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah New Fendi, I like it, its grippin her body, Im fuckin her good from the side She say that she love me, I say that you cappin, lil bitch, and you aint gotta lie I see it all in your eyes You tryna go public, I already know Im already cuffin, I got me a ho If she find out right now then she killin us both Woah Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh You should know Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion Mix it with bougie, a lil classy and ratchet Put you in Louis, its everlasting My pockets too deep, paper or plastic? Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh Never seen drip like this Bet you aint know I was rich like this Bet you aint know it could get like this Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, its all on her boots She wanna ride, just like my coupe She wanna get high, straight to the moon She wanna get fly, just like a broom Pussy sweet like its Simply Ride that dick like a 10-speed All these bitches gon envy I let you push the Bentley Just so you could fly Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh She want drip like mine Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh This Fendi is poppin and we on and poppin, you bitches is blockin the view My hitters is knockin, that 40 is cockin, I see that you jockin the crew He already know what to do He already bought me the shoe I tell him, Yo, get me the bag And I tell him to make sure that shit is the new, ooh Shorty got nothin to worry bout with these dudes He really ride, he really shoots He wanna pick me up, stuntin in the coupe He aint a lie, he the truth Oh, he reppin this MB When we kill it, the memory I dont even look sexy But he still tryna sex me Aint gotta get all done up for my dude My attitude Is the baddest thing thats on me, boo So you do you So tell them dirty bitches Im the queen sleaze When he put it in me, I go squeeze, squeeze Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, its all on her boots She wanna ride, just like my coupe She wanna get high, straight to the moon She wanna get fly, just like a broom Pussy sweet like its Simply Ride that dick like a 10-speed All these bitches gon envy I let you push the Bentley Just so you could fly Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh She want drip like mine Woah-oh-oh-oh-oh

Ugh! In a world of so many Baby girl, you are that one I deserve that , I deserve you Ugh! Ill do anything that you say Anything cause you the boss You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss You, you, you, you the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy Rozay a born stunner, I could blow money Fifty when Im shoppin, that aint no money I got my jeans saggin , money stuffed in em I got forty whips , way too much in em I need me a queen , I need me a dime Livin this fast life, just show me a sign Im a G , Im-Im-Im a G Took her from the lame, put her on that condo on the beach All she needs, all-all-all-all she needs Is a boss on my level who provides her every need All I fiend is a queen in my presence, I can hold her til I die Couple Gs in my bezel, Im a boss Ill do anything that you say Anything cause you the boss You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss You, you, you, you the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy Still runnin the streets cause every day Im hustlin Double MG winnin and the streets is lovin it All this paper comin and my baby touchin it I pin her to the wall, you know this boy be bustin it Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear Stunting in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere, yeah Indoor pool , outdoor pool , indoor court Talkin Ray J moves Seven Rolls Royces, pink slips like a boss Champagne on her body, time to lick it off Me and baby girl a winnin combination Ownership is my conversation, Im a boss Ill do anything that you say Anything cause you the boss You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy Talk to me I watch, you play And Ill do whatever you say Oh, I watch, you play And Ill do whatever you say Ill do anything that you say Anything cause you the boss You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You the boss You, you, you, you the boss, ayy, you You the boss You, you, you the boss, ayy You could take it any way you want to Daddy, I promise that Ill never disappoint you Just make sure I make it my motherfuckin point to Get a raise Get a raise Aaah You only live once baby Ooh Let’s do it big, come on You the bo-o-o-o-oss, boss The bo-o-o-o-oss, boss You the bo-o-o-o-oss, ugh! The bo-o-o-o-oss man, ugh! You the bo-o-o-o-oss The bo-o-o-o-oss man Hey daddy, won’t you come and be my boss? Let me work it for you with no days off Hey daddy, won’t you come and be my boss? With no days off

Im big willy, no bike gear I told you bitches last year Im a rap bitch nightmare Thats why I call you Buzz Lightyear Cause by the time you start buzzin, bitch You gon have white hair Paparazzi was a fright scare When I landed out in London it was lookin like Mike, dear Mike Jack—whos bad? Aint on my period But I got a new pad Channel 5, news flash Pussy clean, who smash? None of yall! Canary yellow ball! These bitches should be worshippin me in the synagogue! Hum, hum, done the prayer B-b-b-bitch I ball, underwear Oh! Hum, hum, done the prayer? Did I tell em that I ball, underwear? Okay Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Bitches is insane These bitches aint in my lane Only bitches in the plane is bitches that give me brain! Heron, this shit is lethal Roman: this is the sequel Moscow: thats where I keep him Until hes fully charged Your favorite rapper prolly suck As for me, Icy, hockey puck Anyway, Im on that new shit Every trend, I introduce it Motherfuck you with a big dick Im a racist, Im a bigot Bitch, Im thicker than a midget Yeah Im crazy—just a smidgen Motherfuck me, get my wumble And some Kimmy for my knuckle Hold on, fuck you Brace yourself, buck tooth Yeah I golf, putt too Swallow balls, nuts to Camel toe, Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Roman, yo what da fuck? Bitches is insane, these bitches aint in my lane Only bitches in the plane is bitches that give me brain! Yeah, aint no motherfuckin bridge, bitch Aint no motherfuckin’ hook Aint no motherfuckin’ third motherfuckin verse Romans back, bitch I fucked up your life last year this time, remember that? Remember dat, bitch? Remember dat, bitch? Im back I double-dog dare ya I double-dog dare ya I double-dog dare any one of ya bitches to come out I triple-dog dare ya I triple-dog dare ya I triple-dog dare any one of ya bitches to come out I quadruple-dog dare ya I quadruple-dog dare ya I quadruple-dog dare any one of ya bitches to come out I—uh—five times dare…you…bitch-ass hoes, yeah!

Young Money I aint no dumb blonde I aint no stupid Barbie doll I got my game on Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Well, there you go again tellin me where I belong You put me on the bench, dont think that I can play strong So quick to condescend, well, you think Im empty, Im not You wont be so confident when Im crushin you from the top Im a babe, Im a boss and Im makin this money I can flip like a switch and I cut like a blade I can sting like a bee, but Im sweeter than honey And Im quick as a whip so get outta my way I aint no dumb blonde I aint no stupid Barbie doll I got my game on Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong I aint no dumb blonde I am a freaking cherry bomb Ill be your icon Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Well, there you go again, youre talkin down to me I may look innocent, dont underestimate me Im gold, Im platinum, dont you know Im outta your league? Step back, your time is up, sit down, Im takin the lead Im a babe, Im a boss and Im makin this money I can flip like a switch and I cut like a blade I can sting like a bee, but Im sweeter than honey And Im quick as a whip so get outta my way I aint no dumb blonde I aint no stupid Barbie doll I got my game on Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong I aint no dumb blonde I am a freaking cherry bomb Ill be your icon Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Yo, I aint playin, but I won the cup Came through heavy on it in the Bentley truck It was me, young Avril, security tucked In the back just in case one of yall run up One of yall, um, um, all of yall be stuck When you see a young queen in the flesh, whats up? All the hatin you was doin got the Barbie poppin Now all of them wanna be a Barbie, Im watchin But you never gon stop me, never gon top me Millions on millions, they never gon dock me I am the prototype, the pinkprint And no, I dont want no frauds, wink, wink I aint no dumb blonde I aint no stupid Barbie doll I got my game on Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong I aint no dumb blonde I am a freaking cherry bomb Ill be your icon Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong Stand up everybody Get up, say it loud Were bombshells raisin hell now Watch me, watch me, watch me prove you wrong

Turn Up Team Rich Friday, Hendrix You feel me Every thing lead back to that money Free bands, yeah Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they dont visit your door I got like 20 Gs on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas aint seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me But they know that they cant I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And Im down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday What what, shout out to all my niggas killin it Yeah, yeah, shout out to these bitches feelin it Flyest nigga on the earth I live in the shook Top a nigga off and go get you some Giuseppes These young niggas that ride with me they scream murder The feds stash that nigga up and he out, dog, he working That yola all in my bloodline Still give me that money They come through and they bang, bang On you like the screen 300 Codeine all in my stomach, big face, that Rollie Eating on that good Jamaican with a nigga twistin that Dodie Sa pa my zoes, riding around with them Yoppas Nigga claiming they got shooters but they shooters ain’t got bodies Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they dont visit your door I got like 20 Gs on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas aint seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me But they know that they cant I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And Im down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday Whoa, whoa, whoa Shout out to them bitches trying to be me Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch Im poppin bottles, Dream of Jeannie Flyest bitch on the planet, live in a castle Niggas love me, my little waist, my ass colossal These old bitches, I fuck with get money That Atlanta, that Texas, that Alabama, Montgomery He aint fuckin no dummy Bitches be fuckin to get that money They pack, packin that gunny Nigga you talk shit and get done-y I tiger dial that Rollie Got that Angelina, that Jolie Im plain Jane and no ice in it So aint no need, for that goldie My jet prolly say Boeing Bitches be broke, claimin they hoeing This jacket here cost ten thousand That tag on it say Balmain Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they dont visit your door I got like 20 Gs on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas aint seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me But they know that they cant I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And Im down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday 40 grand for the sky dweller Four grand on the Margielas 44, Im a pawn fella Bad bitches, four at a time nigga Wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and smoke Fuck my lady, kiss my babies, Daddy gotta go Semi-automatic, ready for the show Clique full of killers, thats my band, we all rock and roll Drum roll for these niggas please We shopping for bodies, killing sprees We be in the club spending niggas rent We be buying cars that these niggas rent Fuck niggas couldnt see me if I had no tint Superman that hoe, Clark Kent You talk shit but dont do shit Im always on some new shit Got your bitch Them feds trackin my movement Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they dont visit your door I got like 20 Gs on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas aint seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me But they know that they cant I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And Im down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday Its Friday, its Friday Two million dollars in that driveway I need more money A$AP Rocky Street sweeper, get the floor moppin I done started with a bank roll Whippin salt harder than tank door Smoking killer, I am with a killer Pull up to the dealer looking like a dealer In the drop top strapped, worth 50 bag Now he off the wall, million coffee pack Ive seen dreams turned to 25 to life Mike had 25 a night And them shoes Alejandro Shawtie bust it open for a hundo Walking downtown with a fat booty freak You get a ring, so they dont visit your door I got like 20 Gs on me Designer from my head to the floor These niggas aint seeing me These niggas think they wanna be me But they know that they cant I got worldwide streets status Affiliated with the gangstas and killers Yeah, now my niggas, I ride for my niggas And Im down for my niggas Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday Yeah, yeah, yeah Rich Friday

I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Im startin to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin So fuck I look like gettin back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it—has-been Hang it up: flatscreen, ha Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it aint got medicine I got bars; sentencin Im a bad bitch, Im a cunt And Ill kick that ho, punt Force trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, Im in the front You need a job, this aint cuttin it Nicki Minaj is who you aint fuckin with You lil Fraggle Rock, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You out of work, I know its tough But enough is enough Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, I eat your face off You niggas sweet as pie, like this is a bake-off I love Nickis curves, swing at the baseball ERRR! Ill beat your brakes off Hi, Im Tune, salt in the wound Im up in this bitch, pardon the goons Throw dirt on the floor and get caught in the broom I like a big, wet pussy with a fork and a spoon I got money and the power, a woman in the shower And she dont want nothing but my Johnson—Howard Sour Dies in the Swisher Sweet, sweet and sour Youre scared? Go to church, say your prayers, read a Bible Ah, I dont know what yall on Please, I go in like Goin Dr—Drink in my hand with the world in the other The Uzi go Brrrr-r-r-r-r: stutter, ha Life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name should be Victor Haha! Old-ass rappers Im still the shit: old-ass Pampers Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Foie gras, I hear you ducks is quackin I was just pluckin my ashes, Ima puff it and pass it Im a fuckin assassin, you should jump in the casket Is this the thanks that I get for puttin you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now, Ima wrap your coffin with a bow N—N—Nicki, shes just mad cause you took the spot W—W—Word? That bitch mad cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you aint shittin, then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn thatll off your top I—I—I—I hear them mumblin, I hear the cacklin I got em scared, shook, panickin Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill: mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? Im the motherfuckin boss: overwrite And when I pull up, vroom! Motorbike Now all my niggas gettin buck: overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Ann, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin me Manning Eli Manning, Eli These bitches callin me Manning Eli!! Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman! Stop it, stop it! Youve gone mad! Mad, I tell you! Mad! You and this boy, Little Weezy! Whats going on? Theyll lock you away! Theyll put you in a jail cell! I promise! Take your mothers warning, Roman, please! Back to bed! Run along! Lets go! Come on! Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

All they talk about is dollars You aint talkin to man, holla! Two doors in the air And if you celebrating put your cups in the air Let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Uh, pass that weed to a real nigga Your girl is my biggest fan, windmill nigga Lil Tunechi in this bitch, where my skateboard? I jack a nigga queen, I dont play cards Let me see your hands up like a gun in your face Gimme her combination Imma put my tongue in her safe And if the time is wasted Imma clean it up like a maid Make your woman a slave, Weezy F is the grade Bitches sweatin me like they been in the desert for days They say the best kept secret is kept in the grave New coupe is a dog, no roof on it Diamond sparkle in my mouth, bluetooth homie Yeah to say the least, Swizz this beat is a beast And my homies got that work, they Alician them keys Hands up in the air like we dont care And that TrukFit shit is all we wear All they talk about is dollars You aint talkin to man, holla! Two doors in the air And if you celebrating put your cups in the air Let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Mmm, uh, mmm, aiyyo Ayo pass the crown to the real queen You know the girl get it poppin like a pill fiend I got little bunny rabbits in my backyard So fuck a funny style fraud, tryna act hard Uhn, you my son, no daddy you a bastard Plus you got mad miles on your vag card Nah, I cant work with none of them They talk slick and wondering why I be sonn them I said bitch Im a mogul, yes I am global I dont do Barnes but yes I am noble Every interview yes I am their focal, point But I dont give a fluck, Boink A-A-Aint going no where like horses in a stable Bitch Im in the mansion, flossing, clickin cable N-N-Now where my bad bitches? W-W-Where #PrettyGang T-T-T-Twerk that ass and let dem titties hang! All they talk about is dollars You aint talkin to man, holla! Two doors in the air And if you celebrating put your cups in the air Let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Rozay! Tatted like a Navajo, she lookin half Cherokee Roll down on her when I used to have a Cherokee Now its Bugattis, haters keep gettin bodied Talkin cant breathe, hoodlums all in your lobby I can tell by your shoes that your ponytail new Tell how you move, I see your Summer Jam too Tell by the jewels, Im a hundred grand dude Really a lot more, Im talkin channel 4 news Blocka they better duck, bullet-proofin the truck Crossin the power circle the nigga ran out of luck Ridin in the Rolls, yeah you know its that don New crib lookin like Kim Dotcom All they talk about is dollars You aint talkin to man, holla! Two doors in the air And if you celebrating put your cups in the air Let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Yeah.. 2 Chainz! You know Im bout it, whenever, wherever Im smoking on strong, this is that steroid era Got my leather on lookin like Thunderdome I got your girl at home, she got that Thunderdome Let me see you touch the clouds, we could shut it down From the Dirty South, muzzle on my mouth Roof, Im a dog, Im in it I pick your girl up like its a fuckin calisthenic If she throw it at me Imma catch it Let me see you pat your weave if you ratchet I see you do your thing when you dancin Now let me see you do your thing on the mattress All they talk about is dollars You aint talkin to man, holla! Two doors in the air And if you celebrating put your cups in the air Let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up one time Let me see your, let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up Let me see your hands up Hands up, hands up

Banana boat full of blow Banana clip to cut ya throat Banana dro, come take a smoke Banana diamonds, yellow stone Heavy snow, that berry blow That cherry coke got stupid dough Plenty mo, you think I booked a Hundred, shows Im selling dope Im into wishin rolling kushin Sippin lean and burnin piff You gotta fifth, I gotta pint You took a shot, I took a sip I plead the 5th, aint saying shit Go get my lawyer, get him quick Spent 80 grand to beat a case I whipped it like my purple whip I call a hit like Sosa did Them killas blitz ya house ya monkey I got so much jewelry on me Still you cant take nothing from me Hook it up, I cook it up And get some head while rolling blunts Water paint, water stain Im lookin down, she lookin up Beamer truck, I rim it up Spent 80 thou, 400 stones She suck a dick while rollin blunt She keep the boss man bustin nuts I get it off, she get it up Me and her both cant get enough We in the goat, Im in the ghost Im tryna beat that pussy up Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah Her negligees are Burberry Her lingerie game very straight Her oral sex is very wet My sex so great she gainin weight I cook a cake, she cook a steak We three estates, you Section 8 Stay out her face, she hardly date She fuckin Gucci, shawty, damn! Everydays a ballin day Just yesterday we bought a lake Tomorrow bought us 2 Camaros 08 and a 68 We trappin fast with stupid cash So rap on with your stupid ass Its Gucci Mane, no stupid ass I keep on making stupid cash Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah Got that Super Soaker Pussy pop like Cola Coca Plus its tighter than a choker Got him smilin like the Joker Got that ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne-ne Little Mermaid on my linen When yo mama sleepin You can call me and get all up in it Bank rolls Get me all them pretty furs Cause my pussy game cold When he hit it he say burr He say b-b-b-b-bur Ima Ima marry her And he p-lay with that purr Like he strummin his guitar Thats me, I am Minaj I am Ni-Nicki Minaj And if you want a ménage Keep a couple pretty broads Look, head game busy busy Make a nigga dizzy dizzy Bitch, Im at that slumber party Sippin on that frizzy chrissy Welcome to my private party More hoes than a bachelor party Smoking, drinking, freaking Shit can turn into a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party A slumber party Mama, have a slumber party You cant meet my mama, uh-uh But here you go, my number, shawty When you feeling freaky, mama We can have a slumber party We can have a slumber party We can have a—yeah

Now every club promoter wanna bid like auctions Cause we pack shows, Celtics like Boston You see me in the lobby, takin pics and flossin After every pic gotta fix my corset I am running this shit, I am so exhausted Batter up bitches, but approach with caution You be talkin slick, and honestly I could see why You dont know me and I aint talkin bout T.I Just when they thought I was done for the winter, I Came out stuntin, Im such a big spender, I Two of everything but nope Im not a gemini My lifes a movie, take me to the cinema Take me out to the ball game Cause you know I only fuck with ballers Yup them is my type of niggas, shotcallers I been around the world, Im such a bad, bad girl I got the Austin Power flow, Im groovy bitches And no, youre no match for my Uzi bitches I dumb my raps down so I dont lose these bitches Say some sex shit like, wetter than jacuzzi bitches Been around the world, I still cant find Another girl that could steal my shine Ive had my highs, Ive had my lows But you cant tell me that I am not the baddest bitch Im the baddest bitch, the mistress, Im the baddest bitch Im the baddest bitch, trick, t-trick please Im the baddest bitch Half a bar, just to laugh at em High school, if he ball, throw my math at him And if he wants some pussy, thats a no no I only fuck with bad bitches, no homo Flow sicker than LL Chinese and them things go pow-pow Word to me, all them girls better bow down Nicki Minaj, Im the talk of the town now Been around the world, I still cant find Another girl that could steal my shine Ive had my highs, Ive had my lows But you cant tell me that I am not the baddest bitch Im the baddest bitch, the mistress, Im the baddest bitch Im the baddest bitch, trick, t-trick please Im the baddest bitch Baddest, the baddest My pussys the fattest Im bad Bad Bad, Bad

J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League Hey, Barbie, are-are-are are you into black men? Hey-hey-hey, hey, Barbie! Hey, I could be your black Ken Cause once you go black, you never go back She wear her hair black, with curls in the back Then she threw that ass back back back Then I fell to the mat And after that, everything went black Baby, one-two-three, tell em get the referee Cause he can get the knockout Get the telephone please, its an emergency Cause he can get the knockout Hey, Barbie, can I call you Barbara Hey, Barbie, yeah can I call you tomorrow and today Cause once you go black, you never go back And when she go to Wayne, everybody else is whack Then she threw that ass back back back, then I fell to the mat And after that, everything went black Baby, one-two-three, tell em get the referee Cause he can get the knockout Get the telephone please, its an emergency Cause he can get the knockout Awww, fuck it! Give me that damn bucket When when I throw this pussy you better not start duckin Oh, yo, hit-hit em with the blow Look-look out in the crowd and everybodys yellin no Grab him by his locks and give us a good box Then hit him below the belt I wanna give him good top Top-top, give him good top Hit him below the belt I want to give him good top One-two-three they yellin one-two-three I done hit em with that motherfuckin crunk two-piece Tell em, tell em to mop out, too late to copout Give em more head than toupees, thats the knockout Baby, one-two-three, tell em get the referee Cause he can get the knockout Get the telephone please, its an emergency Cause he can get the knockout So just knock me out So just knock me out Damn, just knock me out So just knock me out, just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out Just knock me out

Its not chipped Were not cracked Oh, were shattered Mariah, Young Money, Nicki Minaj Youre such a Barbie Yo, Mariah I was in the million dollar meetings, he was cheatin All up in the church he was sneakin with the deacon Cats away, well the mice will play Lol smiley face, have a nicer day Cause pop pop pop it goes my rubber band So stop stop stop sniffin that contraband Cause you was penny pinchin My accounts laced Attention, about face I thought we had something special And we had something good But I shoulda had Another mechanic under my hood If you see me walking by ya Boy dont you even speak Pretend you on the sofa And Im on the TV Might see me on a poster See me at a show But you wont see me for free Boy this aint no promo Actin all shamed now Wherever you be layin You can stay now Gotta board the BBJ And pull the shades down Im on the plane now And dont keep calling from your Mommas house When I break I break, boy Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break You aint never gonna feel This thing again Youre gonna get a lot of calls Cause I CCd all your friends I aint walkin around all mopey and sad That aint even my bag, baby I break So look whos cryin now, boo hoo hoo Talkin about youre missin Your boo hoo hoo No you aint getting it No you aint hittin it No you aint a rapper so you need to stop Spittin it - ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Youll wonder who Im messin With while you aint next to me Im going bye... So pay the consequences Cause you acting all ignorant So youre ashamed now Wherever you been layin You can stay now Gotta board the BBJ And pull the shades down Im on the plane now And dont keep callin from your Mommas house Stylin on em, big Bs, bought the Benz out Elevator, press P for the penthouse Cop those then we break like tacos Roscoes on his knees wit a snot nose They be like she next, Kawasaki T-Rex Give him some Kleenex, match his little V-necks Oh, thats what he left Let his momma pick it up Might back up on it Vroom vroom, with the pick-up truck That blue and yellow, yeah thats the Carmelo Jag I bob and weave em, hit him with that Mayweather jab I get the thumbs up like Im hailin a yellow cab My flow nuts like M&Ms in the yellow bag And no super glue can fix this shhh When I break I break I break Not even a welder and a builder Can rebuild this shit when I break I Break, I break Not even a nail technician With a whole lotta Gel and acrylic can fix this When I break, I break If we were two Lego blocks Even the Harvard University Graduating class of 2010 Couldnt put us back together again When I break, boy Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break I told you, I put, I put his stuff on the sidewalk I will roll over every nook and cranny with a pickup truck like Like straight up and down I am Nicki Minaj, cant say ask about me Young Money, up out my face I aint walkin around all mopey and sad Theyre collecting my bags, baby I break, boy Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break Up out my face boy, up out my face boy Up out my face, I break

Shhhh, Alex Da Kid is coming Its Barbie, bitches! We got Tom-Toms over here bigger than a monsta Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla We got Tom-Toms over here bigger than a monsta Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla Tom-Toms like in Lebanon, hotter than in Pakistan Click click click, Young Nick, the atomic bomb Yeah, see it then you lick your tongue Bet that it tastes good, get you some Wicked, got ten bad bitches We sh-sh-shut it like the club got glitches, dig it? And while you do that, GTs pullin up Yeah, spaceship, E.T.s in the cut, yeah P-pop a bottle, just to get my head right Tell the doctor, go and get my meds right Monster, you know it wouldnt be proper If we didnt return with a big rocket launcher Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back, ayy Bet the DJ gon bring this one back, ayy Like the swagger bomb bring on this track, ayy Massive attack, massive attack Whats been done-done need no more say, thats that, ayy Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night til we see the sun So, so hot in here, feels like a jungle Me dont like boys that aint jumbo One time, bust a shot for my champion girls Tell them guys super-size me a combo Kn-kn-know I got the ammo, thats why I bulletproofed the Lambo In the Middle East on a camel Runnin through the jungle, , Liberace Swingin on the vine, mango So call me Simba, little mama, cause Mufasa couldnt stop a bitch I fly in on that chopper, just to buy Balenciaga Its just me, Mr. Miyagi, and the Phantom of the Opera Goin blaka motherfucker Got that big, rocket launcher! Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back, ayy Bet the DJ gon bring this one back, ayy Like the swagger bomb bring on this track, ayy Massive attack, massive attack Whats been done-done need no more say, thats that, ayy Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night til we see the sun Detonatin the fire, Rosé by the bucket, money makin attire Detonatin them hits, finna buy out the bar, all my bitches is rich Better duck cause its comin G-got em runnin, r-runnin Now tell them rap bitches that Nicki said this: We got Tom-Toms over here bigger than a monsta! We got Tom-Toms over here bigger than a monsta Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla We got Tom-Toms over here bigger than a monsta Bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla Massive attack, massive attack Got them bomb-bombs make the whole club go back, ayy Bet the DJ gon bring this one back, ayy Like the swagger bomb bring on this track, ayy Massive attack, massive attack Whats been done-done need no more say, thats that, ayy Never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam all night til we see the sun

We the Best Music! Another one! Young Money, Alicia Keys, kyuh! DJ Khaled! I just got back from Where they said I couldnt get back from And I thank God, I thank God that I made it They surprised, they surprised that I made it Heart is like diamonds, keep blindin their faces I wonder how I keep finding these places I cant explain how it feels to be patient Killing the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you I got something inside of me that cant be quenched Im addicted to winning and I cant be benched Go to war for every black queen that they lynched And my pockets on chubby but they cant be pinched Uhh, after they use you, then they abuse you Then they get mad when they lose you You know the liar will accuse you You know the queen still reign, its just business as usual Anything I touch, I bless it, track record so impressive Opened the Billboard Awards with a hit record The devil thought he had me But I rebuked him, got money and Im still a baddie I just got back from Where they said I couldnt get back from And I thank God, I thank God that I made it They surprised, they surprised that I made it Heart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces I wonder how I keep finding these places I can explain how it feels to be patient Killing the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you Say nobody knows All the trouble Ive seen Glory, looking for some glory From all the trouble Ive seen Tell em nobody knows, all my sorrows Nobody knows what tomorrow I just got back from Where they said I couldnt get back from And I thank God, I thank God that I made it They surprised, they surprised that I made it Heart is like diamonds, keep blinding they faces I wonder how I keep finding these places I can explain how it feels to be patient Killing the drama, we finally made it, hey-yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Nobody knows, nobody knows Nobody knows, nobody but you Baby, say it glory You, I Can you feel it? Can you see it? Tell your mama you

Why is it that you could only see the worst in me? I swear, sometimes, it feel like it nurtures me But to keep it all real, its kinda hurtin me I could say Im done with it, but it lurks in me So Ima just tell myself that it works for me Take a real long drive in the Mercedes And I might pop a couple of them Percoces Yeah, thatll make me transform to Hercules I am who I am Ah Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am I am who I am Ah I swear to God, man, everything in life is old And the only thing that changed is the price of gold Even in the afterlife, Ima fight your soul Cause the second time around, Ill be twice as bold So do you take me to be who I am? To have and to hold til death do us part? Cause if not, its just best we both part Cause how am I supposed to finish what you start? You got me thinkin twice to just breathe Then you say I wont survive if I leave But I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve I no longer need your attention, at ease Its a joke, its a game Why am I still keeping score? Im in pain, Im ashamed Im a woman, hear me roar Its a joke, its a game Why am I still keeping score? Im in pain, Im ashamed Im a woman, hear me roar Now its a joke, its a game Why am I still keeping score? Im in pain, Im ashamed Im a woman, hear me roar Its a joke, its a game Why am I still keeping score? Im in pain, Im ashamed Im a woman, hear me roar Here I am, here I am So take me as I am

Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our cars moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or are you plotting to kill? I tell you just how I feel But you never hear Oh, why you take it like that? Now you wanna leave and never come back I dont control you, I aint never say that Cant give up on you, baby, we go way back Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me Every time I try to fuck with you Nothing aint ever enough for you And I had all this hope for you But all you do is open wounds I could be fucking with them other niggas And no you aint them other niggas I dont fuck with a lot of bitches Just my real bitches Why you keep talking about it You keep talking and you gon get me pissed off Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy If she could cut her wrist off I aint finna lie, no I aint finna lie Like it was just his fault But I know if a nigga lose me Then nigga, ooh-wee, thats his loss, young nigga Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me Put you in a room You aint gotta leave You aint gotta leave But you cant sleep with me

Capleton, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh oh Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, Goso Super Cat, all over his Ferragamo, I know Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, Jah know Ninjaman, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, Patra DJ pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh Bunji Garlin, Fay-Ann Lyons Anything we wear, girl gwaan try on Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion Marchin with Lauryn Hill to Zion Caribbean tings, what I on Me and Fox gettin paper like what ink dry on Bun up the dance Bun up the dance Bun up the dance Bun up the dance, bun up the dance, bun up Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

I said Im cool on it, baby, yeah, Im straight You say its love, I dont it want it, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late You do too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, too little, yeah, too late Boy, youre too much, Im cool on it, Im straight You shoulda been listenin, listenin in Too busy glistenin, glistenin in Why you aint listen then, listen back then? Now youre too much, too little, yeah, too late

What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah Yeah, yeah I aint see you on the Forbes yet Swear to God, I aint see you in the stores yet Donatella on the corset Pretty Gang, in the back of my Corvette Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses This is how it feel, when you winnin Man, they been rocking with me since the beginning, inning This is where the stress ends Feel ill, when you never gotta stress ends Always in the press when Paparazzi in the bushes, with the stretch lens Say cheese to that, pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them No, them strippers aint mad, when I touch on them Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them Send a GT vodka, sitting on top of Mafia money, eating seafood pasta VMAs, I was good there, front row, yeah, always in a good chair The bad gon boo, but the good cheer, thats why my pockets on blimp, like the Good Year Yeah, yeah, yeah What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah But, youre boring as fuck though, why these bitches in the game so cutthroat? Why they cant just let Young Nicki live? Why they gotta feel the wrath, to know Nicki is - Not playing? Boss for real, when they go against The Kid, its gon cost for-real Came straight from the hood, with the cross appeal Thats why these big names, wanna toss the deal Okay, Ill take it, sign on the dotted line, but Im quick to check a bitch if she outta line Shout out Mike Darnell and Nigel, why these bums so mad that the queen on Idol, huh? Say cheese to that, when they see me on the screen, check E! for that Bitches lying on the kid, I wont leave for that, intimidated by my aura, where Rita at? Send a GT vodka, in a helicopter, me and my Japanese bitches In Osaka BET, I was good there, front row, yeah, always in a good chair Why the fuck would I leave, when Im good here? Let me send a Twitpic of my good hair, yeah Yeah, yeah What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah What we do when we go high? We doing it all night Ooh the girls, they wanna vibe with us tonight Im in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up Screaming hell yeah, hell yeah

Wake up, ex-wife This is your life Children, on your own Turning on the telephone Messages, manager No time for a manicure Working out, shake my ass I know how to multitask Connecting to the Wi-Fi Went from nerd to superb Have you seen the new guy? I forgot the password Gotta call the babysitter Tweeting on the elevator I could take a helicopter I dont even feel the pressure Im gonna be okay I dont care what the people say Im gonna be alright Gonna live fast and Im gonna live right Im moving fast, can you follow my track? Im moving fast and I like it like that I do ten things all at once And if you have a problem, I dont give a You were so mad at me Whos got custody? Lawyers, suck it up Didnt have a pre-nup Make a film, write a song Gotta get my stockings on Meet the press, buy the dress All of this to impress RIde my horse, break some bones Take it down a semitone I forgot to say my prayers Baby Jesus on the stairs Gotta sign a contract Gotta get my money back All the bottles have to go Standing in the front row Im gonna be okay I dont care what the people say Im gonna be alright Gonna live fast and Im gonna live right Im moving fast, can you follow my track? Im moving fast and I like it like that I do ten things all at once And if you have a problem, I dont give a I tried to be a good girl I tried to be your wife Diminished myself and swallowed my light I tried to become all that you expect of me And if it was a failure, I dont give a (I dont give a, I-I-I dont I dont give a, I-I-I dont I dont give a, I-I-I dont I dont give a) Shots fire! Anything you hear Nicki on, thats fire! You dont hear them bums on nothing, thats fire! Tell em, catch fire In the Bugatti, ten grand, one tire Ayo Madonna Mi yuh say you original, Don Dada Inna ya Gabbana, inna all ya Prada! We material girls, aint nobody hotter Pops collar! See, I really cant relate to your Volvo And you cant get these shoes at the Aldo When I let a dude go, thats his loss I was cutting them checks, I was his boss! Yo, I dont give a F you, curse nor bless you Never let em stress you, yo I aint a businesswoman, Im a business, woman! And Im known for giving bitches the business, woman Im gonna be okay I dont care what the people say Im gonna be alright Gonna live fast and Im gonna live right Im moving fast, can you follow my track? Im moving fast and I like it like that I do ten things all at once And if you have a problem, I dont give a Theres only one queen and thats Madonna Bitch!

South Africa is where I come from Get me my banjo, get me my drum Kidnap career, and dont take ransom Dont let me come out of my dungeon When mi did ah leave then take it down True say mi come out of England and it done True say the pattern come from Kingston Trinidad, Trinidad, my island I see you in here dancing Your preview is quite romantic I envy your perfect kind of life Who knew youd be so sexy? I think youre quite fantastic Screw your flaws, youre perfect in my eyes And maybe Im naive for loving you Youre a cheating liar But tonight, youre everything I desire You beautiful sinner I love your wicked heart Beautiful sinner Its such a work of art I didnt know that bad could look so good You are the type of bad that feels so good You beautiful sinner I bet youre hard as stone Living in your world alone I hope you let me in tonight They want me to beware Youre dangerous, but I dont care I cant wait to have you in my arms And maybe Im naive for loving you Youre a cheating liar But tonight, youre everything I desire You beautiful sinner I love your wicked heart Beautiful sinner Its such a work of art I didnt know that bad could look so good You are the type of bad that feels so good You beautiful sinner Maybe youre the master of disguise And you are puttin on and youre really the saint, the good one Are you here to save me from the crowd? If you are, then baby, take me now Beautiful sinner I love your wicked heart Beautiful sinner Its such a work of art I didnt know that bad could look so good You are the type of bad that feels so good You beautiful sinner

Taylor Gang, lets get it Theres some people coming with me and I know who they are And some that aint gon make it and I know who they are And I know they aint gon like it but its quite alright I aint need no one my whole life, and I done alright I can do bad by myself, these days you never can tell Except the people who been with me and they know who they are Yeah they know my true colors and they see what they are When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside they hide it, cause thats they true colors When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors All I do is smoke weed and get paid That jealousy I can see in they face That green is all that I make, call it fate Or call me perfect with timing Call me crazy, dont call my phone Call me covered with diamonds Call me boss man, young Khalifa man I was on the ground when yall wasnt sticking to the plan Learn the game just like the back of my hand Back in demand, back with them bands She on her back, back of the Benz When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside they hide it, cause thats they true colors When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors I said, Baby we made it, even though niggas hated Did everything I stated, I am so innovative All my girls getting faded and all my whips candy painted Call me Nicki M. Ali, these bitches know Im the greatest Cause I pull up in the white, pull up with the black Pull up in the back, pull up with some niggas that be yellin braaaat Have the hella best fans, hella wet sands, hella jet plans Married to the game they dont need a best man They know Im a mogul for real, I branded a color Pink is the color, cant wait to unveil the Pinkprint cover When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside they hide it, cause thats they true colors When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors Always been, always was The one who win, aint tryna take a loss Counting faces, spending faces Being faceless, look at they faces, oh Real thats my true colors Rich thats my true colors If you a real nigga, lets get it, lets get it If you a rich nigga, lets get it, lets get it When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside they hide it, cause thats they true colors When I pull up in that white on white, good God almighty And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors Cause thats my true colors When I pull up in that white on white, they aint gon like it And that green inside my pocket, yeah, cause thats my true colors

I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particulars I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particular I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous Oochie coochie, juicy Tropicana, yah Who be looking bougie in Gabbana? Moi Which one of yall selling them bananas, huh? Sweep the Playoffs ‘cause who needs a janitor? They ask me when I knew I wasnt regular I tell ‘em that the coupe do not take regular Plus all my dogs is with me like Cruella, yah Get these bitches some bread because they jelly, yah Thick in the thighs Wet as the ocean, he fixin’ to dive This is the prize Road to the riches because of my drive Up in the skies I am so famous, I need a disguise Cuttin’ some ties That’s word to Kendrick, they killin’ my vibe! Th-thicka ah, thicka ah, aint regular Don’t even ah, even talk on my cellular I’m still a yah, you a nah, you a regular I am a star, where you start? In my belly, yah I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particulars I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particular I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous .45 on my table, I’m a killer, yah Where is Elvis Presley? I’m Priscilla, yah ‘Bout to cop some dope from my drug dealer, yah Then, I’m ‘bout to crush it like Godzilla, yah Is this how people act when you not regular? They screamin’ from Africa to Australia I told ‘em that I’ve always been peculiar Queenin’ down to the letter, as in Julius Thick in the thighs Thin in the waist, I be catching them eyes Look at the ice Whippin’ that work, I be flippin’ them pies Flippin’ them pies Givin’ him work whenever he applies Look at the size, supersi-ize, I ain’t talkin’ the fries Th-thicka ah, thicka ah, aint regular Don’t even ah, even talk on my cellular I’m still a yah, you a nah, you a regular I am a star, where you start? In my belly, yah I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particulars I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous I am not your regular or degular I am just so extracurricular I will not get off into particular I just copped a coupe, that bitch ridiculous

These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes Ima need sixty-nine real bad girls for my tour bus Somebody get security to escort us They go the long way, but we take the short cuts Give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cuts You know the flow sick, came in on the small bus So give the D-cup, C-cup, small bust They judge me like the girls on trial But every time that I come out, its just girls gone wild Got the domino effect, in the front row passing out With little bikini tops, they got they asses hanging out Say my shoe game nuts, so I call em cashews Every other city, its another Nicki tattoo Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls So if you pretty, I sign titties I got the key to every muhfuckin city These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes Okay, so when Im in the hills, I hang with Kristin Cavallari And when Im in Miami, Im with Kourtney, Kim, and Khloe And when Im in the A, Im with Ciara or its Keri Im feeling like a diva, then I hit Mariah Carey Im in the UK, Ima see M.I.A Superhero by night, r-r-rapper by day And if I just wanna talk, Ima hit up Monique If I need a bad bitch, Angelina Jolie Material girls like Madonna, model for Donatella Aint nothing you can tell her cause she get the mozzarella She look just like Rihanna She work with Wilhelmina, only rocking Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway, yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell her I said Strangé Im out in Paris, motherfucker, with Beyoncé These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Where my Westside girls at? And where my Eastside girls at? Yo, where my Northside girls at? And where my down-south girls at? Yo, where my Westside girls at? Yo, where my Eastside girls at? Where my up-north girls at? Now where my down-south girls at? These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes

Ay, girl, yeah, you the business So what the business? Dont be shy, Im just talking to you, girl Aye, ma, yo, where your man at? I know you got that Cause you too fine to be single out here, girl He at home but he done fucked up I swooped his girl up And what Im about do to you, hell feel I did him wrong Cause Im about to have a menage with his lady And some freaks at the bar who like fucking with a star I told her... If youre coming with me, really coming with me You go get some girls and bring them to me If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak Be my little freak, be my little freak You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak Hey, girl, I see you like that You getting excited And you rocking like a pro with it, girl By the way, you got right on that With the chick you wanted And now you in the corner, kissing on a girl Im about to have a menage with these here ladies Look at those freaks at the bar, yeah, they looking for a star If youre coming with me, really coming with me You go get some girls and bring them to me If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak Be my little freak, be my little freak You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak Excuse me, little mama, but you could say Im on duty Im looking for a cutie, a real big old ghetto booty I really like your kitty cat, and if you let me touch her I know youre not a bluffer, Ill take you to go see Usher I keep a couple hoes, like Santa, I keep a vixen Got that Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Dixon, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen Im hotter than a hundred degrees A lot of bread, no sesame seeds If Im in your city, Im signing them tig-ole-bitties Im plotting on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy The girls want a Minaj, yeah, they wetter than a rainman Usher, buzz me in, everybody loves Raymond If youre coming with me, really coming with me You go get some girls and bring them to me If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak Be my little freak, be my little freak You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak If youre coming with me, really coming with me You let her put her hands in your pants, be my little freak

You shoulda left the other day You let me beg for you to stay This is a sickening joke that you play with my emotions And so, I pray you burn in hell, and you never find the ocean I hope your fire, fire burns, baby I hope your fire, fire burns, baby I hope you lay down in your sleep, and you choke on every lie you told And when you’re reaching out for me, you’ll see you reap everything you sow You piece of shit, you broke me down Thought you said you, would hold me down But I could see it in your eyes that youre blinded by them flashing lights And yous a stupid muthafucker for letting this thing pass you by I hope your fire, fire burns, baby I hope your fire, fire burns, baby I hope you lay down in your sleep, and you choke on every lie you told And when you’re reaching out for me, you’ll see you reap everything you sow

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, dont worry cause they got plenty more Men be fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Oh, its rainin men, girl, what you worried bout? Who you think you getting with that Hi, let me freak ya? You got me mistaken thinking you gon get it easy First of all, you need to know that Im not the one Think you gettin somethin, baby, you aint gettin none All you need to know that Im a two times five Load it, cock it, aim it, baby, boom bye-bye Set your standards lower, boy, youre aimin too high Matter of fact, your friend looks better, so goodbye Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, dont worry cause they got plenty more Men be fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Oh, its rainin men, girl, what you worried bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah Excuse me, but who are you fixin to be? Let them motherfuckers know theres plenty fish in the sea And he sweatin me just cause I got the tightest hole But I couldnt find that-that thing with a microscope Give me dome, dome, da-da-da-da-da-dome, dome, dome I aint trippin on your money, money, long, long, long Want my own TV production company So tell Harpo to hit me, Celie Anyway, RiRi, what rhymes with your name freely? Money got you vacationing in Chile Do you wanna sit on the back while I wheelie? Really? Really? No, for real, really? Laid out on the beach, they be feeding me my catfishes Cause its raining men, fat bitches Men be fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Oh, its rainin men, girl, what you worried bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah I said ayy, outta my way, where my ladies? Ridin big, living good, doin big things Dancin dont pay Player, keep the money, I can buy my own drink Up in the club See men coming, dime a dozen So it dont mean nothin to me And I aint even worried about you, homie Cause there’s plenty more fish in the sea Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, dont worry cause they got plenty more Men be fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Fallin like the rain, so we aint runnin out Oh, its rainin men, girl, what you worried bout? Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah

Ayo Sean, you Mr. Kingston Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Dont be scared girl, call on me Cause me I want you for my eyes Im a lover, you see And the way you a wine and the way you a gwan Said no matter how much I feel rushed, I will not stop Yo, but baby girl will you be mine? Let go, show your skin because youre one of a kind Mi nah gon lie, girl I must be in love Cause the way you are grindin off my car top Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty, love, love Wow! What if you would just come right out of these clothes? You can finally feel the wind when it blows Dont be scared to be free to let go, show it off Feel like letting go Oh, oh, oh, oh Im here and and you might not like Cause you need Sean King inna your life King Im a man and a man cant change And if I come over there Ill lock up with them lips Yo, I feel like letting go If you never know, baby now you know Cause Youre one of a kind, and you dress so fine Like my diamond chain, you shine so bright, oh Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love Im feeling like you letting go Dutty, dutty, dutty love, love Woow! What if you would just come right out of these clothes? You can finally feel the wind when it blows Dont be scared to be free, to let go, show it off Feel like letting go Oh, oh, oh, oh Ayo Sean, You Mr. Kingston You say you have it, Louie it, and then some Look how you gwan in all your ice You pretty and you nice Yuh done know seh Nicki a yuh wife But you say I be up where you stay I aint like them other bitches that be actin loosely Know you gettin hyper, I know you wanna get up in it But I just want to think about it for another minute I think I like your style, wile Why dont we let go? Ayo, and I aint gotta tell em And I aint gotta sell em Its YSL daddy, I aint gotta spell it And yes, I killa kill em I guess I am the villain I park on the curb, Im the owner of the building, the building Ya deaf? Boy mi soon left Come get this playboy bunny like Hugh Heph Rastafari Dutty, dutty, d-d-d-dutty Oh yeah! What if you would just come right out of these clothes? You can finally feel the wind when it blows Dont be scared to be free, to let go, show it off Feel like letting go Oh, oh, oh, oh Feel like letting go Oh, oh, oh, oh Feel like letting go Oh, oh, oh, oh

Born stunna I’m a born stunna Huh born stunna Money, money, money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Born stunna flow Consistently winning, while all you bitches come and go Oh you mad ho? You aint headlineyou my son bitch, and it’s bedtime I show you bitches, how to put together punchlines It aint working out, it aint crunch time Roll a kush up, it’s a chess game, but fuck a push-up Out in Tokyo, they calling me Nicki-san Everywhere you go, they calling you Nicki’s son Coupes and trucks, money bags—Scrooge McDuck Money, money, money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ Yea, a lot a lot of money bags The money in the garbage can Strapped up tight with a hundred bags Money filthy bitch, we in the money lair See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we throw the money thang Yea, YMCMG Lauder Jet been a hustla since I hit the streets 2-50 on the new piece New condo, 20 thousand square feet Ballin’, uptown suicide Born stuntin’, strapped how we livin’ fine Money, money, money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’ I don’t know bout these other niggas, but I’m gettin’ Trukfit money And I aint never number 2, so you aint gettin’ shit from me And you know I’m a ball, so catch me if you can Blood, I leave a nigga bleeding like that nigga got cramps I got Molly, got Mary, got white girl, got Keisha Used to have Trina but I still got nina Bitch I’m Tuco, I’m too cold Come put ya neck in my loophole I’m too hot, I’m soup bowl My money tall, Manute Bol I’m high Jupiter, Pluto But everybody know I’m from Mars Bitch ass nigga Keep hatin’, gone make me catch another gun charge I’m on that good good, floating like Aladdin Born stunna, stuntin’ like my daddy Money, money, money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Money, money, money bags Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coupe for the missus if she’s a born stunna Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’

Get it low Ge-ge-get it low Ge-ge-get, get it, get get low.. Lemme see you Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeap Imma get you home, get you home, get you home Imma Put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you Oooh, shes just my type Hair long and her eyes light Her smile shine like the sunlight One of a kind, baby momma type Friend muggin, she the hater type Waka Flocka, Im the player type Jewelry bright, winter white Champagne chilled on ice Hold up! Every bad bitch in the club to the dance floor Hands on your hips, get real low Throwing money, my M.O So slot me your info Let me know, what you doing tonight girl I aint got time for no games Im only here for tonight girl Lemme see you get low, low, low To the floor floor floor Grab your hips girl Break your back Gimme some more more more Lemme see you Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeah Ima get you home, get you home, get you home Ima put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you Ride for him, cause he say I ride real good Pop star, but I fuck him like Im still hood Heard he wanna spend money on a red bitch Wanna see me do tricks with the next chick Anyway, boobs up and my ass out Somebody get a medic when he pass out Big Nicki in the game, nigga Bricksquad, I aint fucking with no lame nigga Dis dat part when I slow it down like this Somebody better get da bitch another round Fly as fuck; I need a co-pilot When I come out its a motherfucking ho riot See you Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeah Ima get you home, get you home, get you home Ima put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you Ahhh Damn your size, little waist dont match your thighs Say youre on my level but my level too high Looking in your eyes, dont look so surprised I know you aint heard that, before Searching in the club and I just found one Pick up lines, I just dropped mine Single for the night, tryna double my funds So whats up, to the bad bitch In the corner, with her ass big And her hair long, Ima grab it She call me daddy, but Im a bastard Like, I aint tryna be horse & carriage Or tryna take care of you, so put your bad habit I just wanna smash it, smash it Pass it, show you where the cash is, cash is But first lemme see you... Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeah Ima get you home, get you home, get you home Ima Put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you You be like , you be you be like Wrap your legs around Ill be on top of , youll be like Youll be like , wrap your legs around Ill be on top of , Ill be on top of Be on top of Be on top of Be on top of Be on top of Lemme see you Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeah Ima get you home, get you home, get you home Ima put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you See you Get it low, get it low, get it low, get it low To the floor to the floor to the floor Get it low Baby no, Baby no baby no B-b-baby no baby no dont rush Get it on, get it on get in on, yeap Imma get you home, get you home, get you home Imma Put it on, put it on, put it on P-p-put it on you You be like , you be you be like Wrap your legs around Ill be on top of , youll be like Youll be like , wrap your legs around Ill be on top of , Ill be on top of To the floor, to the floor. to the floor B-b-baby no dont rush Get it on, get you home Put it on P-p-put it on

Till The World Ends Remix Aye, chimpanzees is hatin but I take it all in stride Put her in a jungle with bananas on the side Told you theyd revive your career but somebody lied I aint talkin poultry when I say this chickens fried Anyway, Britney Why they so jealous that you teamed up with me? Tell em they my son, yup, gyal em a mi pickney Anyway, brembedell Whats that? I don’t know, but Femme Fatale Sniff, sniff, cries I done slayed your whole entire fucking life Oh, you got some Epsom Salt I done balled all day, you aint touched the court What? What, you tired? You need a break? You was hot when? Ricki Lake I notice that you got it, you notice that I want it You know that I can take it to the next level, baby If you want this good -ish, this is the remix Baby, let me blow your mind tonight Its Britney, bitch! Im Nicki Minaj and thats Kesha! I cant take it, take it, take no more Never felt like, felt like this before Come on, get me, get me on the floor DJ, what you, what you waitin for? Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Watch me move, when I lose, when I lose it hard Get you off with the touch, dancin in the dark You notice what Im wearin, Im noticin you starin You know that I can take it to the next level, baby Hotter than the A-list, next one on my hit list Baby, let me blow your mind tonight I cant take it, take it, take no more Never felt like, felt like this before Come on, get me, get me on the floor DJ, what you, what you waitin for? Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh See the sunlight, we aint stoppin Keep on dancin till the world ends If you feel it, let it happen Keep on dancin till the world ends Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh See the sunlight, we aint stoppin Keep on dancin till the world ends If you feel it, let it happen Keep on dancin till the world ends

L-U-V, Madonna Y-O-U, you wanna? I see you coming and I don’t wanna know your name I see you coming and you’re gonna have to change the game Would you like to try? Give me a reason why Give me all that you got Maybe you’ll do fine as long as you don’t lie to me And pretend to be what you’re not Don’t play the stupid game Cause I’m a different kind of girl Every record sounds the same You’ve got to step into my world Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Give me all your love today Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Let’s forget about time, and dance our lives away L-U-V, Madonna Y-O-U, you wanna? Keep trying, don’t give up, that’s if you want it bad enough It’s right in front of you, now tell me what youre thinking of In another place, at a different time You can be my lucky star We can drink some wine, Burgundy is fine Let’s drink the bottle every drop Don’t play the stupid game Cause I’m a different kind of girl Every record sounds the same You’ve got to step into my world Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Give me all your love today Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Let’s forget about time, and dance our lives away Give me all your love, boy You can be my boy, you can be my boy toy In the nick of time, I can say a sicker rhyme Cause its time for change, like a nickel or a dime Ugh, Im Roman, Im a barbarian, Im Conan You was sleeping on me, you were dozin Now move, Im goin in You have all the L-U-V I gave you everything you need Now it’s up to Y-O-U Are you the one? Shall we proceed? Move, it! Licks I’m some swag shit, no one gives you this It’s supersonic, bionic, uranium hit So I break ‘em off tricks, let’s pray that it sticks Imma say this once, yeah, I dont give a shit Don’t play the stupid game Cause I’m a different kind of girl Every record sounds the same You’ve got to step into my world Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Gimme all your love today Gimme all your lovin, give me your love Let’s forget about time, and dance our lives away

If you move, Ill fall Im leanin on you, you baby, you baby I push, p-p-push it, I p-p-push it like Im in labor And hell t-t-teach me to, teach me to love my neighbor Just w-w-wait up, Im processin all the data Processin all the data, p-p-processin all the haters You was writin disses, I was takin pictures Signin autographs for all of my bad bitches And in the nick of time it just dawned on me I am Nicki Minaj and its all on me But hey, maybe Ill never win, maybe Im settlin Cant let the devil in, Im a comic book heroine But when the wind blows, Im so Marilyn Yo, write it down, take a picture, bitches, e-mail that I came to save a thing called female rap But I hope my ninja powers Dont fuck around and offend you cowards You mad at me cause you think I got it easy If we was in the second grade, then you would tease me Ya see, you still a lil snotty-nose hood rat I love Nicki scribbled all over you book bag I love you too I just wish your mother wouldve hugged you too You know Nicki love the kids Yellow brick road, lookin for the Wiz But when it rains, it pours for real Def Jam said Im no Lauryn Hill Cant rap and sing on the same CD The public wont get it, they got A.D.D See Nicki, follow the rules Go and say your prayers and get ready for school Yeah, follow the rules Let me say my prayers and get ready for school Dear God, I am only what you made me And I appreciate everything that you gave me But like, I dont wanna do it no more Sort of lost sight of what Im doin it for Thought that I was doin somethin good for the game Until they all started throwin dirt on my name Tell Debbie, I really, really tried That I said Im sorry, but I had to say goodbye Tell Fendi, Ill never forget him And please tell Wayne Ill always be indebted Ayy! Can anybody hear me? Ayy! Can anybody hear me? Ayy! Can anybody hear me? Ayy! Can anybody hear me?

Dear Wayne, if this shit ever gets to you Listen to me, there’s some things I should have said to you First of all, every rapper need to bow to you As a fan man, I really am proud of you Second of all, I gotta say thanks You really did alot for my out of state banks With that being said, lets get down to the real I still don’t understand what went down with the deal And I been waiting on you just to give me the word You know, a couple nouns and a couple of verbs I do it for them girls that be flippin the bird Tryna get up out the hood and get into the ‘burbs But everything you said, was it just pretend? Maybe it was all a game like ESPN I don’t really care if they hate on you I be turning down meetings just to wait on you But what I don’t understand is why you told them you signed me If you wasn’t ready to get totally behind me I mean honestly, how could you deny me? You know you’re Harry and I’ll always be Hermione Ive been lonely, Ive been waiting for you Im pretending, and thats all I can do The love I’m sending aint making it through to your heart Dear Wayne, Im writing another letter cause You never did respond, its been a couple months See when I speak I say what people wanna hear So this will be the last thing that they gonna hear But this will be the realest shit that I ever wrote You see me falling, why you never sent down a rope? I woulda climbed up, but now my times up I swear to God man, I thought you had it lined up But if the Lord had a head of thorns Who am I but a broad with some metaphors? Knockin on a set of doors Knockin on heavens doors Lets play a game, just for pretend Could we play a game? Lets act like you coming to me Like you laced up your shoes, started running to me And you was running out of breath but you kept going ‘Cause you finally realized what you slept on If you take your own life are you a sinner? I made you dinner But you better be a hell of a sprinter If youre reading this letter, I done pulled the trigger I done pulled the trigger Ive been lonely, Ive been waiting for you Im pretending, and thats all I can do The love Im sending aint making it through to your heart Im wait, Im waiting on Wayne Said Im wait, Im waiting on Wayne Im wait, Im waiting on Wayne Im wait, Im waiting on Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ayne

You be yellin boom-boom when you really pum-pum See, my flow hotter than noon in June, June If Biggie was alive, hed sign me Im the New Edition, like Bobby and Ronnie Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani And I dont need Clyde, Im a boss; fuck a Bonnie, ya dig? Religious like the preachers, I came to warn you Listen bitches, Im the teacher, go sit in the corner How many times I gotta spit til they know that Im the bitch? Im flyer than a maggot, Im on some shit First they love you, then they switch Yeah, they switch like faggots That is why I keep the llamas in Gabannas fabrics Should be in Pampers, like Markie Bizs Give anybody the business, like hers and hises Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches You know them asalamalakum, them Persian bitches? And if you miss me, Im swervin sixes Goddamn, aint even pregnant, but Im birthin bitches Cause I got flavor, like that girl Deelishis Stop actin like you a killer, with all them girly disses, bitches I aint Johnny, but my, my, my-y-y She want it with me, tell her affi bloodclaat try-y-y You aint thorough, Im the truth, you a li-i-ie My whole borough yellin out boom, bye by-y-ye Cause when I seen her, she was shakin in her boots When Nicki came through, she was throwin up the deuce Slapped her, then I asked her whats my name, she said N-I-C The President of the NYC, you dead wrong

Life on the rocks Too hard to swallow So we get high till it feel like the sky low Ya’ll boys just a bunch of pussy cats, Milo Money is the song Pockets on high note Do Re Mi Fa So I rock like a fossil Big boss shit, Paul Castellano Shoot your ass up, now crawl out the condo Thats that nine nigga ughh, Rondo Sleeping with the enemy, so I fuck the world To Miss Louise Anna, the sweetest southern girl The sweetest southern girl, sweetest southern girl This is times up Put your signs up They done picked my dude Out the line up Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them You see many you call Very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them Mind over matter, money over all The world is on my shoulders Should I dust my shoulders off? Uzi rat-a-tatter, knocking over walls Fuck the bullshit but just don’t fuck it raw Man pussy has a pattern and I know where I’m going And if you got beef I turn it to a tenderloin Sanity kills so I live the crazy life I wonder if theyll pay attention if I change the price Life is my wife, till death do us part Man I’m fly as fuck, you aint even next to depart Quick draw McGraw, I hope you like art This is times up Put your signs up They done picked my dude Out the line up Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them You see many you call Very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them Stepping on the bullshit, you can be my doormat Y’all aint going nowhere with that hating shit, four flat Disrespectful on the beat, Borat Fuck the system and the pussy wasn’t all that Yeah, now time’s getting shorter Red Light on your head like a fucking recorder now Dont you cross me, you do better crossing the border So much money piled up, I’m a motherfucking hoarder This is times up Put your signs up They done picked my dude Out the line up Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them You see many you call Very few are chosen Looking at the wall You can feel them close in Baby what the fuck is wrong with them What the fuck is wrong with them

Dum-da-de-da Do, do, do, do, do, do Its that Yoncé, your Yoncé In that lingerie, on that chardonnay Scorin touchdowns on your runway Im Texas forever like Bun B And Im redboned yo Im really rit like Donjae Im camo in here yo These thots cant clock me nowadays You wish I was your pound cake Boy you know I look good as fuck You wish I was your babymomma Want me to come around and give you good karma, but no We escalate, up in this bitch like elevators Of course sometimes shit go down When its a billion dollars on an elevator Of course sometimes shit go down When its a billion dollars on an elevator Momma taught me good home training My Daddy taught me how to love my haters My sister taught me I should speak my mind My man made me feel so God damn fine You wake up, flawless Post up, flawless Ridin round in it, flawless Flossin on that, flawless This diamond, flawless My diamond, flawless This rock, flawless My Roc, flawless I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies tell em Say I look so good tonight God damn, God damn Say I look so good tonight God damn, God damn, God damn I wake up looking this good And I wouldn’t change it if I could And you can say what you want I’m the shit I’m the shit, I’m the shit, I’m the shit I want everyone to feel like this, tonight God damn, God damn, God damn Looking Trinidadian, Japanese and Indian Got Malaysian, got that yaki, that wavy Brazilian (Them bitches thirsty, I’m Hungarian Nicki, B, be eatin’, diamond fangs, barbarian, ah) Yo, like MJ doctor, they killing me Propofol, I know they hope I fall But tell ‘em winning is my motherfuckin’ protocol ‘Cause I score before I ever throw the ball These bitches washed up and ain’t no fuckin’ soap involved, uh This every hood nigga dream, fantasizing about Nicki and B Curvalicious, pussy served delicious Mayday mayday, earth to bitches Slap these hoes on they ass like we birthing bitches, uh The queen of rap, slayin with Queen B Am I trippin or did this ho just say my name? Queen of rap? Fuck outta here Queen is back, fuck outta here Time to get this wack bitch outta here I woke up like this, fuck outta here Im so awesome, Im so fuckin awesome These hoes wanna be me cause they know Kimmy, she flawless Yea, Im flossin, bitches got em nauseous Phantom got em carsick, Panamera Porsches I just had a baby bout a week ago These bitches got me on my bully yo Look at this shit, still got my dick on her lips I aint even stunt in the bitch Damn its a shame I gave you the rope, bitch, I want you to hang Dior lipstick with the mascara Kissin myself in the rearview mirror Head game so presidential, spit on a dick like an instrumental

I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing Lets do up in Disney at the Magic Kingdom You can tug on my Giuseppes and my Bagley Mischkas Im a ba ba ba, Im a bag of fun Im a pro with them balls like And 1 Now lets go, Mexico thats where we next to go Do him like his momma, make him eat his vegetables Could call me a stage mom, boy you best to blow Or you could even call me Wanda cause Im ret ta go You know Im spoiled little daddy, stomps the floor We could do it on Fifth Ave in the Department store We could do it in Tokyo, we do it in Taiwan All my Harajuku girls say I am they icon I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl Say we could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere We could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere Dont compare me to your ex-man, baby, he a local Joker Ill take you to Six Flags and drill you on the roller coaster Call your girlfriends over, we can have a sleepover Buy your ass a Jeep so I can fuck you in your Range Rover Pictures in the nude, on the cruise, we gonna make the news Sex great, sex tape, ready for a YouTube Damn, it turn me on, we do it in your momma home Father long gone, but Gucci be your daddy, baby I can fly you anywhere, we can sex in crazy places Airports, train stations, going up the escalator At the Dome, on the 50, Imma throw it, you da center When you hike it, Imma spike it Girl, dont act like you dont like it I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom of the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl Say we could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere We could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere How bad you wanna do me on a scale of one to ten? You like the way I bend, now you asking where Ive been If Im doing him, now you starting that again? I dont wanna sex your friend, he dont got enough to lend Plus he was doing Lynn and she aint nothing like amazing Her stuff run deep and he dont have a occupation Im known across the nation, Trinas that chick Bow-legs, red bone, long hair, real thick Do me at my mama house? Nah, I dont think so I got too much class, but you can try San Pedro I need the biggest mansion, ocean backyard With the newest Maybach and inside a black card Tonight, Ill touch you in ya favorite spot Promise to get ya body so hot So baby, dont be scared, if they see us baby I dont care We could do it in the Gucci store Close down the mall girl you just dont know In front of the police, in front of yo daddy, girl its you and me And I dont give a damn thats why they call me Bobby V I wanna do you at yo momma house, on the couch Do you in the bathroom on the airplane Do you on a balcony, in the taxi Cause I can’t get enough of that thing, girl Say we could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere We could do it anywhere I wanna freak you anywhere

Envy, all they do is envy Dont they know whats in me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that Envy, why would they offend me? Why they go against me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that ass? Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Mercy, mercy, mercy Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Now every club promoter wanna bid like auctions Cause I pack shows, sell ticks like Boston Pat your back, ho, why the fuck they coughin? Oh, I got em sick, better get that coffin I say coffin, you can say casket Theyre so trash, but wheres the waste basket? Wheres my hat and wheres my straitjacket? Yup, they jackin, back to Maybachin Everything I do, bitches wanna do it too I guess-guess you just skip to my lou I just came through, I flew to St. Lou Back to kill you, they blew like HQ Why is it that they make Nicki a target? Just cause this lil piggy went to the market Marketing steps, they marketed sex M-Mark it with an X, they talkin them checks now, now, now Envy, all they do is envy Dont they know whats in me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that Envy, why would they offend me? Why they go against me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that ass? Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Mercy, mercy, mercy Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Why did you envy? Why you go against me? When I got trendy, why you aint commend me? Why, when I needed it, why you couldnt lend me? Why you was secretive, frontin like you friendly? Why did you fear that? Held my career back Kick it like Air Max, I dont wanna hear that Cause now I see-see-see-see, all your run-down Niggas better have my money by sundown Cause now when I come through, Im stylin on em Its like I got hotter than islands on em They say she got colder than igloos, did she? Im in a GT, she in a Mitsubishi Just left Mr. Miyagi Tell that bitch jump, if that bitch feel froggy Cause I got one leg up, in the middle of the ring And that bitch better duck when that bell go Ding! Envy, all they do is envy Dont they know whats in me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that Envy, why would they offend me? Why they go against me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that ass? Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Mercy, mercy, mercy Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Im me, dont you like what you see? Wont you get like me? Cause you thought that I would die, but Im fine Im me, dont you like what you see? Wont you get like me-e-e-e-e? Cause you thought that I would die, but Im fine Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh Im on a go, Im on a go, yeah But, bad gyal, try to stop my flow, yeah, yeah, yeah Im fine, Im fine Envy, all they do is envy Dont they know whats in me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that Envy, why would they offend me? Why they go against me? Dont they know Im coming back, swinging for that ass? Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Sw-swinging for, sw-sw-sw-swinging for Mercy, mercy, mercy Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me? Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty Why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?

Haha, yeah Hi, Im John Waters, and this is the Creep When you’re out at a club and you see a fly girl Do the Creep Do the Creep And if you wanna make friends at the ATM Do the Creep And do the Creep Well, we got a new dance, so get up on your feet It’s real easy to do and it’s called the Creep Let your hands flop around, like a marionette Pop your knees up and down, sh-sh-shakin’ your neck Now pull your waistband up like you expecting a flood And stick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them peepers Put this in your speakers, you a certified creeper When you see a country peach laying out at the beach Do the Creep And do the Creep And when a fine PYT walks in front of your tree Do the Creep And do the Creep I was six years old when I started creeping My parents took it to their room and I started peeping You can imagine their surprise when they lifted their heads And saw my little ass creeping at the foot of the bed And they knew I was a creep since the day I was born Get popping out my momma like some kettle corn And the doctor caught my head and he starting freaking Cause I came out clean and I came out creeping Nicki , Nicki Nicki, Nicki, Nicki, Nicki When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys locker room Hide deep inside, it was my little creep stalker room As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling Little did they know that for me, they were modeling And I would laugh: ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha And they would dance: la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la So pop your peepers and squeak out your sneakers Don’t sleep, come on, get your creep on with me Go on and get you sweating off the bride at her wedding Do the Creep And do the Creep But when you sneak into a wake and you see a beefcake Do the Creep And do the creep When the judge is a hottie and you can’t control your body Do the Creep And do the Creep So get your knees flexin’ and your arms T-Rexin’ And creep, haha Do the Creep And don’t forget to smile

I used to think that we’d run away One lovely pretty summer day I remember when you would say Wed be okay, come what may I never knew you would lie to me Took everything from inside of me Your silhouette in the doorway But before you walk away Dont say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever I’ll be over here, you’ll be over there I’ma shed a tear, but I really don’t care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever I used to think that we’d reunite I’d be your wife in the real life I thought that you’d come back for me And you would take me away I never knew only as a teen You’d reappear only in my dream Your silhouette in the doorway But before you walk away Dont say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever I’ll be over here, you’ll be over there I’ma shed a tear, but I really don’t care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever This is my last cry Is this the only way? This is my own prison I’m frozen in time, in time, in time Dont say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever I’ll be over here, you’ll be over there I’ma shed a tear, but I really don’t care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy, you’ll be young forever You’ll always be mine Frozen in time Young forever

Write another song for the money My shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her You know you need Money in the bank to keep her My shawty say Write another song for the money Hey, hey, my shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her She said you know you need Money in the bank to keep her Ugh, who the hell said they was cheaper to keep Cause if you aint getting money when you call you get the beep She cant pick up the phone you broke ass she leave a message And my guess is if she never call, well you get the message You like what, you cant call nobody Ive been tryin to find you like Waldo, shawty She said she bout her paper if its there she gon get it And when the money gone she gon be the fuck gone wit it I mean come on, she like Luis Vuitton Yorkie in the speedy bag that she named Milan Hair stay did, like she live in a salon Her and money go hand to hand, yeah like a baton I swear on a stack of Holy Bibles and Qurans We could be the dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron Only if you gold I never do the bronze Cause if you could have Beyoncé, would you take Solange Write another song for the money My shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her You know you need Money in the bank to keep her My shawty say Write another song for the money Hey, hey, my shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her She said you know you need Money in the bank to keep her Im in a tricky little mood, I trick these little dudes I tell them that I love them but I never really do See I like pretty shoes, I like pretty minks I like sightseein the pyramids and the Sphinx He cop Italian pieces, so I do the fist pump And I can only push it, if the trunk is in the front If the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back You can him me on the jet, iChat on the Mac Cause I am who I am, Nicki M muthafucka If she say she not a fan, she a lyin muthafucka Always shoppin in Paris, so I speak a little French Oui, oui Raggedy, time for you to hit the bench Indecisive, so I always got to pick two I guess thats why Ive got the Yorkie, and the Shitzu I told Fab, get that Michael Knight Kitt coupe Before I put this pussy, on your chipped tooth Write another song for the money My shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her You know you need Money in the bank to keep her My shawty say Write another song for the money Hey, hey, my shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her She said you know you need Money in the bank to keep her I hate to see her poutin, she wants some Louboutin I say how many pairs, she say whos countin? Money aint everything, with her its the only thing You dont treat her like a queen, you gon be a lonely king Her daddy must have spoiled her, aint no expiration date Fuck dinner and a movie, she wants a vacation date Fly her out to London, cruise to the Bahamas Presidential suite, we check in as the Obamas Take for instance, Nicki, when she shops, she picky Fucks up fifty Gs fast, then calls it a quicky I only deal with ten cents, my dick game is intense Bent that Barbie over, she aint seen Ken since These niggas be feelin her, affordin hers another thing She was married once before, lookin for another ring So I call her Peyton Manning, thats amongst the other things She say she like my flow, I think she love the scene Write another song for the money My shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her You know you need Money in the bank to keep her My shawty say Write another song for the money Hey, hey, my shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her She said you know you need Money in the bank to keep her

Oh no, we dont play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny Told yall on Drakes shit, told yall to fixate Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape I aint fuckin with you bum bitches no more Always in the club lookin like a bozo Talkin bout money, we could have a conversation Top five tax bracket in the population Hatin and I know they got a reason why I aint gotta wonder if I want to lease or buy And I dictate how Im gon piece the pie I aint talkin about no mothafuckin pizza pie Cause I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin Seen his little weiner, but we dont like Nathans Nah, homie, you gon need a bigger cock-pit Cause when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit Ayo, Captain, ayo, Cap I-I dont wanna hear that navigation, big pa Im tryin, Im tryin to get some sleep, ya dig? Oh no, we dont play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny Im in the UK, but just for one day Whos to say I wont come back again? Materialistic, Im narcissistic My shoe game is mean, its so sadistic I took the Learjet to cop some lipstick Yeah, Ima risk it, Im optimistic I sip on Rosé, you sip your Mystic My flows a biscuit short of a picnic Okay, Versace Pythons, Louis aviators Balenciagas and they gotta be the Gladiators Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson Im on the bike, doin wheelies in a mansion A lot of bad bitches on the pole dancin Gucci bag, just to put the coke cans in Hey, yo, Anna, hey, yo, Anna Wintour Ima need that cover, baby girl Its Pink Friday, ya dig? Oh no, we dont play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny Material, I’m always on that new shit Material, this shit is exclusive Material, material world for material girls Material, dont ever get the truth bent Material, I could give you the blueprint Material, material world for material girls Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls

What it do, nigga This your nigga T-Streets Bang-bang in the building This Young Money First up, my nigga Gudda Gudda Double G, blap, blap They call me Young Gudda, Im all about the dough still And anybody in my way: roadkill Everything my hands touch turn to gold Money, knots, and jewels with no records sold, yeah Im manhandlin rappers with no effort So imagine whatll happen when I start applyin pressure Guillotine flow, who ready to get severed, nigga? In or out the booth, you could get leveled, nigga Now we gonna take it to Harlem, Millzy L’eggo! Yo, we are Young Money Nigga, your camp chocha Its ‘bout to get real ugly—Omarosa YM vultures, it aint a family doper We done changed the way the game look—Sammy Sosa This is life, this aint a job The Audemars and Chapard just symbolize I go hard Navy on Navy Camaro, I did it all for the Yankees Did it all for New York and this love, no need to thank me Millz! Now we gonna take to the West Coast Tyga-Tyga Ugh, fast money, I dont slow dance Young Money, motherfucker, til the world end Money overweight, bitch—Roseanne I dont listen to these kids—grown man Skinny nigga, dope though, ugh, Lohan Lindsey, the white Benz, same color Mike skin Make your soul spin when the ping loading Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud Yeah, now it’s child’s play, nigga My lil G, Lil Chuckee Young Money lil G, battle juice in my blood Jumpin at the boy, man, you better have your bungee cord Since Wayne took me off the leash, I aint lose a fight yet Now, come drag your dog out the ring, how you love that? Young with an attitude, watch how you talk to me Keep playin Freddy, boy, Ill leak on your Elm Street Trouble is what you want, dog, pain is what you dont get Its Young Money to the bone gristle, you dig? Now we got the hottest nigga on the internet Lil Twist Hefner, what it do? Ugh! Young Money, good night And yeah, Im gon shine like a ultraviolet light Lil Twist gonna sell out like its opening tonight Going for the fist nigga to write You need a telescope sight to try to see me, Im so far gone Even though Im going off, kids, Im so far on I got a house full of chicks like the Playboy home Wrappin up my lifestyle and I smashed this song, Twizzy Yeah, next up, we got the best rapstress alive, Nicki Minaj Im in that cotton-pickin Bent, put massa on the guts White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch You at the bottom of the pole—totem Like Lamar Odom, I ball—scrotum Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jiminy And its going down like Santa in the chim-i-ney You dont ball, break your baby-back ribs You need more assist than the handicapped kids Oh, shit And now, the beautiful Miss Shanell Young Money, we’re rockstars So fuck with your Magnum on And hold on, we go long You feel that, we get that We in that, we run that We bust back We hit them and we see them comin back for more Back for more Next up, my nigga Mack Maine Stupid Mack-nupid, one hundred Microwave family in the building, you cant hold us Me, Tez, and Wayne, we the three new moguls Buffet around here, yall boys scrape the plates And we dont eat up in our whips, but they got paper plates Soon as we leave the club, damn, where the models go One word I forgot to say on his album: Hollygrove! This track is the finale, nah, this the genesis Young Money murderers, we killin shit, forever Toronto Drizzy Get ‘em Alright, I got this, you can never get this I built it up from nothing, you would think Im playin Tetris Thousand-dollar sweater on, but I don’t never sweat shit Swear the beats they give me got a motherfuckin’ death wish Yeah, tell me, who controls kings? I dont follow rules, stupid old things Im flyin through the city in a coupe with those wings And my team deserves some motherfuckin Super Bowl rings Young Money Wee-zy! Wee-zy! Wee-zy! Wee-zy! Im so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch Lil Weezy stand tall, tippy-toe in this bitch Blood Gang, motherfucker, da-da-doe in this bitch Make your girl get Barry Mani-low in this bitch In the body of the world, money is the blood And every day, I be back and forward to the blood bank Ugh, makin deposits til I fucking faint New Orleans, nigga: How bout them fucking Saints? Its tight on our end, call that Bubba Franks Matter-fact, its too tight—add a couple links Im the bar’s tender, you a woman drink Yeah, its Young Money, but the money aint Gudda tough, Nelly nice, Nick nasty Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage, ugh! Its Young Mula, baby!

The first guest tonight is a good friend of the show. He ah – ah, screw it I’m the king of rock, there is none higher Sucker MC’s should call me sire To burn my kingdom, you must use fire I won’t stop rockin’ till I retire Cmon man Dont call it a comeback, I been here for years Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear Oh-kay, heres the situation My parents went away on a weeks vacation and They left the keys to the brand new Porsche Would they mind? Umm, well, of course not De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can’t deny When it comes to being De La It’s just me, myself and... Supersonic! Always rappin, always clappin, everybody always say Im happy If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see Im always rockin, never stoppin, devastatin rappin lady When Im on the microphone its ? Ilama llama llama llama llama Llama llama llama llama llama, see me Llama llama llama llama llama Yeah, yeah That’s it That was it, that’s it That’s it Oh my God, Becky Look at her butt I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can’t deny When the girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face you get... This here’s a jam for all the fellas Tryin to do what those ladies tell us Get shot down cause you’re overzealous Play hard to get, females get jealous If you want it Then youve got it If you want it Baby, youve got it Just bust a move I came to get down! Then get out your seat and jump around Jump around Jump around Jump around Jump up, jump up, and get down Drunk as hell, but no throwing up Half way home and my pagers just blowing up I didnt have to even use my AK JT: Woah, I’m sorry, wait, um Did you just say you didn’t have to use your AK? JF: I didn’t, I didn’t, I didn’t have to use it, did I? Not today JT: You don’t uh, you don’t have an AK, do ya, Jimmy? JF: Nah, no I don’t Gotta say it was a good day Power in the money, money in the power Minute after minute, hour after hour Been spending most our lives Living in a gangsta’s paradise Strumming my pain with his fingers Singing my life with his words Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage Listen all of y’all, it’s a sabotage I’m a hustla, baby I just want you to know It aint where I been But where I’m ’bout to go I’m sorry Ms Jackson, ooh! I am for real Never meant to make your daughter to cry I apologized a trillion times When the pimp’s in the crib, ma Drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it’s hot, drop it like it hot When the pigs try to get at ya Park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot, park it like it’s hot Harder, better, faster, stronger Now that that don’t don’t kill me Can only make me stronger I need to hurry up now Cause I can’t wait much longer Can’t you hear that Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby got that super bass Boom, badoom-boom Boom, badoom, boom Baby, you got that super bass (Bass, bass, bass, bass Bass, bass, bass, move it out now) I live and die for hip-hop This is Hip Hop for today I give props to hip-hop So hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hip-hop hooray, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho Hey, ho I’m the king of rock

Hey, baby Even though you break my heart I still love you Sorry Is all that you can say Years gone by and still Words dont come easily Like forgive me And you can say, baby My baby, can I hold you tonight? And maybe if I told you the right words Ooh, at the right time Youd be Nas Ayo That bitch is always flippin You niggas never listen We make a perfect team Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen But Ima let you dip in That wax sauce drippin Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference You be like jungle digger I dont want another nigga I wanna make you bout a legend, but I make you bigger Tinkerbell, Peter Pan No bitches badder than me when I pull up Got em screaming like a temper tan Ayo, DJ, drop the beat My gun didnt fall but I drop the heat I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet Pass me the keys to my jeep I hit em with it, Ima kill em with that wine wine Aint losin watches, but with me, he always find time We keep it classy when we eatin its that fine dine But between love and hate, baby, its a fine line Sorry Is all that you can say Years gone by and still Words dont come easily Like forgive me And you can say, baby My baby, can I hold you tonight? And maybe if I told you the right words Ooh, at the right time Youd be Nas A mack I used to mack with the MAC on me Project parties, lights off, mad horny Dutty wine and feel the gun Im hidin She still grindin on me, smilin at me Im like Hi, Im Nasty God bless ya, met ya Thought you were sexy as ever Flexing with your ex, I couldnt disrespect ya Later on, I undress ya, couldnt wait to sex ya Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special Light travel faster than sound Lightning strike one second every point two miles So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud Electricity touch your soul, thats how I get down Gangsta love Completing each other Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl But maybe being togethers too much for the world, sorry Sorry Is all that you can say Years gone by and still Words dont come easily Like forgive me And you can say, baby My baby, can I hold you tonight? And maybe if I told you the right words Ooh, at the right time Youd be Nas

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets Thats cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it Need it, got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets Thats cash, one hundred, you need that? Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I know you dont like me, you wanna fight me You dont want no problems at your party, dont invite me I dont worry bout you niggas, please stop talking bout me Always talking bout me cause you looking for the clouty 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina Riding in a two-seater with two niñas Baby got that Aquafina, its cocaina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still dont give a fuck Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like You a type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Boomin at your man, now we boomin at his matas Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco All my niggas out of town, movin all that blanco I aint letting up on you bitches say, Uncle Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa Talking all that shit, but you bitches aint saying caca Uh, a flock of birds, waka All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said, Slurp it like its pasta They get nervous when its Nicki on the roster Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic My flows still sick, I aint talkin a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of them wan mimic Talkin bout snitches when its snitches in your camp Never stand alone, you always itchin for a stamp Me, Im still money, wrists light up like a lamp They gon have to send they best fighter for the champ Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwin that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin my old song, yellin, Ass, ass, ass They be speedin, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

Ok, ok, ok Kyuhh Cmon, cmon Uh-huh, listen Ye aint say nothing lil mama I got those And Im about to bl-blow like snot nose Oh no, no homo This is for my niggas, my niggas that dont know Please tell these rap bitches to get ready Dont get gassed unless youre getting getty Dont get jerk j-jerk dont get nutty Fix up your paperwork, youre somebody But! You aint better than the President Im just too eloquent, bitch, Im the President! I be sitting on a elephant, huhuhuh Counting all my money where Stella went, hahaha And I dont need my groove back Unless the nigga looking like 2Pac Unless he got colors like Toucan... Sam , Sam I am! Different color Lambs, Green Eggs and Ham Bet I could bake a gram like the bakers man Stop running up on me like who? what? when? I stay around the white like the Ku Klux Klan I stay around the sand, butter-pecan tan Butter-pecan tan I stay around the sand, butter-pecan tan, nigga Damn Look, Im a bad bitch Imma give yall a couple more bars, its nothing Listen.... I was shotgun when the Bentley cruised up Im a bad bitch let me put my shoes up I dont say hi, I just throw my 2s up When Im in Texas I chuck my deuce up Bitches is snakes, sorta like Medusa I get on the beats like a new producer Just excuse her Im in a GT, she in a PT Cruiser I mean the PT bruiser Dang, lil mama, you is such a loser Okay, you is such a loser Dang lil mama you is such a loser, huhuhu I mean... If Im not the baddest bitch who the fuck is? I mean when I do its done Yknow! Get who you want.. Like, Imma body every last bitch in the game Imma sit on my throne and And, you know these bitches, you know be Picking my fruit out I want some fresh strawberries and shit Tell them bitches to be ready to pick my fruit out Im a be sittin on the throne Like Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy, its nothing Y-Ydig? Hahahahaha

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

Ha ha, ha ha Its your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches Listen, yall better buckle yall motherfuckin seat-belts broads Its goin down Fitted down and Im ready to play When ya album gonna drop, bitches never could say Say, Fuck I look like giving birds they props? Bitches act like they hot, but I heard they not How the fuck you in the game like ten years strong You bitches still cant write ya own damn songs You see me on the stoop man these birds just salute me Whether Im in the coupe or the hoopti, Duke see Im always with a dude, thatll off the kufi Let him eat my coochie and cop me Pucci House in the boonies, rock a doobie Cock the 22, then spark a loosey He tell me Im the one, he probably right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night Your girl get it poppin like dynamite Dynamite, the coke albino white Name one bitch in the game, that I cant murder Chicken noodle bitches, on the side with a soda Give it to everybody, like a cop with a quota Stop playing poker hop in something mocha I eat bitches, no knife, no fork-a Bitch want it with me? Living the life lo-ca Oh, I get it you a joker Leave a dot on your head, and I aint talking bout polka You the type, that be runnin ya mouth See you on the block, wanna run in ya house Im with that nigga Fendi, never fucks with a slouch I fuck with dirty money, like whats under the couch Cause aint a bitch could fuck with my flow When it comes to drugs, mami just say no Either youre on something or youre S-L-O Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos know I come, cum hard, I dont come with garbage Just one phone call, they gon come regardless I always got the ball ma, I dont roll with starters Write my own bars and my flows the hardest, nigga

I cant control the way Im movin my hips Bet you never ever seen it like this Im a monster on the floor, I cant quit Now, I know, its automatic, its automatic Its automatic, Im a runaway train And its likely that I tear up this place When I go, I go hard Imma show you bizarre tonight, tonight Its automatic, my conditions unknown Theres no remedy and no antidote Its just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki so bad tonight, tonight I cant control the way Im movin my hips Bet you never ever seen it like this Im a monster on the floor, I cant quit Now, I know, its automatic, its automatic Its automatic Its automatic Its automatic, some might call it insane I assure you, Ill be stuck on your brain Youll be falling for me, boy Yeah, just like a domino tonight, tonight Its automatic when Im rockin the beat Systematically, Im droppin your heat Its just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki so bad tonight, tonight I cant control the way Im movin my hips Bet you never ever seen it like this Im a monster on the floor, I cant quit Now, I know, its automatic, its automatic Its automatic Its automatic Press rewind, p-p-press rewind Its automatic, I-Im Einstein Im lookin for that Einstein Wales, London, Ireland Scotland, I can idle in South Africa and Brazil Shut the club down, bring the bill Bri-ri-ri-ri-ring the bill Br-bri-bri-bri-bring the bill Bri-bri-bring the bill Shut the club down Bring the bill I cant control the way Im movin my hips Bet you never ever seen it like this Im a monster on the floor, I cant quit Now, I know, its automatic, its automatic Its automatic Its automatic

Yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah Yo I couldve been had fame Jump shot with a stupid-ass aim Cause you couldnt get around the last name So my cross-over wins the last game And its ill, right? Switched up the flow, but its still right Go back to that, yeah, I still might Ima just do me when it feel right Uh, you could bring it any day Natural bad-ass, NBA Thats my initials, thats why officials Dont blow the whistle, bang-bang the pistol A-a-and Im bossy Cant keep these hoes up off me Damn, the flow nasty, coffee Dont you do like the Pope and cross me Yeah, this is my last chance Last chance Yeah, this is my last chance Then shoot, Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready, Im ready to shoot Im ready, Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot I get it in though No sexual innuendo Nobody that I could just depend on Until I touch down in the end zone And then they come out like roaches P-p-pecking away like vultures But little did they know, distribute the payroll Pick out the outfit, pick out the single Sadly, Im so business savvy Similar protocol, but the tidbits vary Never been like me, aint never been like this My flows a crisis, they screamin high pitch Uh, gun cock, pause And Im well aware of the gun laws Tell em that Im gunnin for the top, Forbes Headed to the top, dot org Yeah, this is my last chance Last chance Yeah, this is my last chance Then shoot, Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time Could you believe now its right before my eyes? Anybody tryna stop me better not fuck with me this time Shoot, I am ready to shoot into the sky Yeah, this is my last chance Last chance Yeah, this is my last chance Then shoot, Im ready to shoot Im ready to shoot Only one chance, one bullet in the gun This is my life and I only got one, yeah Running through there and I put on the stars Oh, stick em up, stick em up now, yeah Only one chance, one bullet in the gun This is my life and I only got one, yeah The safetys off and I put it on the stars Oh, stick em up, stick em up, uh Im ready to shoot Yeah, yeah, Im ready to shoot This is my life and I only got one, yeah The safetys off and I put it on the stars Get ready, ha Im ready to shoot

Ayo Pink Friday, Eminem, 8 Mile It must hurt to sell your album off PayPal Specially when you in the game 15, 20 You was hot when Shaq teamed up with Penny Man, you was magic! I mean, look at you now, ho, you just tragic! You a tragedy, you a parody Last name Ann, first name Raaaaaaggggedy These goofy bitches is stupidity personified Ayo, Wayne, you want it gully, or the Gaza side

Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game She go by the name of Nicki Minaj Lets get this shit poppin, playtime is over motherfuckers This the one they was waitin on, baby I had to do it Just when they thought it was safe to play, I Hit em with the N-I-C, the K-I Im Tinkerbell, hes Peter Pay-I To these rap bitches, Im Mother May I I wanna know why you waste your time On these rap hoes that dont write they rhymes Get a can of Sprite with a twist of lime Money, money, money, always on my mind Coupe color purple, no, Im not Celie We run New York like we play relay My flight took off, yours has been delayed Give it to them early bitches, so dont be late Playtime is over, when I spit bars My mixtape bring all the boys to the yard All the boys want Nicki, all the boys want mine All the boys say they love me, yeah, they love me long time Yes, Im the girl that they heard of, I commit murder I body bitches, I dont need a burner Queens, oh, yes, I rep Queens Little white tee, plus some tight jeans I make it hard for these chicks to breathe Wrist on freeze, I freeze up my sleeves We gettin money like it grow on trees Stay on my Qs, I stay on my Ps After Im done, then you will acknowledge Im the president, never went to college Im a bad bitch, I dont need no stylist Tell a bitch, hollas when she get my dollas Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin? Got the illest dude in the game speakin my name Im the one, Im the one, you heard me? Same number they stitched on McGrady jersey If I show you how to do it, would you reimburse me? Let me put on my pumps, let me grab my skirtsy I am such a little lady, let me do my curtsy Fuck a dry pussy bitch, cause I know she thirsty

Six-Figure... Good morning, New York Good afternoon, New Orleans Goodnight, America This is Young Money... Nicki Minaj They dont make us to break us, no, Im with the bakers Im gettin bread with dread up in Jamaica Its them young stunnas, Nick and Lil Weezy Nic, Im the chick that go getta like Jeezy Fall back, cause I do this here Step your bars up, or youre through this year Yup, its only right that the whole block stare Hopped out the air in the blue-and-white layer Im here, Im with Long-Hair-Dont-Care Steady staring at my ear, cause my ear on glare Now, its not hard to find me , top behind me You be Harry Potter, and Ill be Hermione I be early , Im the girl they... Call the One like on my first birthday Im in that Range Rov , rocking that Kangol That pussy real good, it tastes like mango Cant stop, wont stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... Boys, they, boys, they love me Chromed-out eleven-hundred Cant stop, wont stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... So I guess its my turn And Ima go at niggas heads like sideburns Big Phantom on the road, make a wide turn Big light-green buds, is what I burn Nicki, since Ive been rapping, this what Ive learned All these other niggas pussy like dry sperm And I knock this shit out like Tom Hearns If it aint about money, me no concerned A paper chaser til my thigh burn And never give a bitch what Ive earned Haha, fuck I look like? Im lookin for a bitch that can fuck right, cook right And if not, then, left foot, right Foot, get to steppin, yeah, bitch, walk light And my hoes talk like Hsshswash, and I just say Right, hahahaha We dont fuss fight She is just... just... just right Cant stop, wont stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... Boys, they, boys, they love me Chromed-out eleven-hundred Cant stop, wont stop repping Young Money, and we We get down, and we, we get down, and we... Im on tour til my moneys like the bus height Ice looking bright, see me coming like bus lights, Weez! Ahahaha Nicki Minaj Young Money Fuck with me, Fendi! Yeah We gon get some money Dont matter what they do We gon get some money

Yeah, woo, yeah, skrrt M-M-M-Murda Motorsport , put that thing in sport Shawty bad , pop her like a cork You a dork, never been a sport Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair Straight up there , we didnt take the stairs Faced my fears , gave my mama tears Shiftin gears , on the Nawf, get serious Face all your fears, then get at me Hit so many donuts on them backstreets Sit so high in the nosebleeds Feel like I can fly, yeah Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball, just so I can flex Take the air out the mall, walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad , now she cant go back Xans, Perky, check , Bill Belichick Take the air out the ball , just so I can flex Take the air out the mall , walk in with the sacks Take the air out your broad Yeah, I wish my grandma could see me Take away pain, aint easy Thats why I fire up a bleezy Niggas not cappin this season Offset! Uh, the coupe came imported This seasons Off-White come in snorted Green Lamborghini a tortoise No human being, Im immortal Patek and A.P. full of water Hundred K, I spend on my señora My pinky on margarine, butter And my ears got McDonalds nuggets Soon as I land on the Lear Piguets, they wet, tears 488, hit the gears Suicide doors, Britney Spears Im boujee, so, bitch, dont get near Criss Angel, make dope disappear Hit the gas, it got flames out the rears Its a race to the bag, get the mills Ride the dick like a BMX No nigga wanna be my ex I love when he go on tour Cause he cums more, when I see him less I get up set off, I turn Offset on I told him the other day Man, we should sell that porn Yeah, Cardi B, Im back, bitches I dont wanna hear Im actin different Same lips that be talkin bout me Is the same lips that be ass kissin These hoes aint what they say they are And their pussy stank, they catfishin Same hoes that was sendin shots They reachin out like they back itchin Why would I hop in some beef When I could just hop in a Porsche? You heard she gon do what from who? Thats not a reliable source, no So tell me, have you seen her? Let me wrap my weave up Im the trap Selena ¡Dame más gasolina! Skrrt! Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport Shawty bad , pop her like a cork You a dork, never been a sport Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair Straight up there , we didnt take the stairs Faced my fears , gave my mama tears Shiftin gears , on the Nawf, get serious Uh, yo, watch your man, then you should watch your mouth Bitches is pressed, administer mouth to mouth You see them flowers, that is Gucci on my blouse Motorsport, colorful lambos is out You bitches catchin a fade, shout out my nigga Lil Boosie All of your friendsll be dead, you can get hit with that Uzi I call him Ricky, he say he love me like Lucy Get you a straw nigga, you know this pussy is juicy Hard to beat me, Im wishin they could see me right now God, forgive me, I know that I aint livin right, now But Ima get this money right now Im with a couple bad bitches thatll rip the party If Cardi the QB, Im Nick Lombardi Pull up in the space coupe, I done linked with Marty I can actually afford to get a pink Bugatti Ayo, Nick, didnt you just do a hit with Gotti? That too, but my niggas send hits like Gotti Its a wrap, like them things on the head of a Saudi Bitch, you my son, go and sit on the potty Brand new Chanels I scuffed em runnin from 12 Aint make no commitment with none of you bitches Cause money is treatin me well If Nicki should show me her titty Right hand on the Bible, I swear I wont tell If I get to play with that kitty I wonder how many platinums we gon sell Pop a Perc and catch a feel Now I cannot feel the wheel My chest bad, give me chills And the left hand on Richard Mille Not the watch, but the price on the ice If you dont know what that is Motorsport, motorville Abort the mission, thats a kill Motorsport, yeah, put that thing in sport Shawty bad , pop her like a cork You a dork, never been a sport Pull up, woo, woo, jumpin out the court Cotton candy , my cup tastes like the fair Straight up there , we didnt take the stairs Faced my fears , gave my mama tears Shiftin gears , on the Nawf, get serious

As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for a minute I think about the up-and-comers that could prolly get it I might go to jail for fuckin with Hell Rell If he get ill and pull on my ponytails I heard Maino life was like a movie Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi Freekey Zekey, that should be easy, he just came home I know he wanna bone But what about J.R. Writer? Ima skill him And when I r-r-ride him, Ima grill him That nigga Pap, he might could fuck me But I aint tryna be drip-drippin no Gino Green Tell Stack to bring the black card up But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell, Squad up? Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy Throw some Ds on it and I might breathe on it And when Im Philly, I gotta fuck Gillie Snatch his big MAC and slap a bitch silly Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Put it in halfway, Red Café Put the pussy on his freckles Uncle Murda could bring the handcuffs, whys that? I gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck As for Gravy, he might could beat You know them fat niggas love to eat And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be? Its them Young Gunnaz, Chris and Lil Neef Well, Nicki, what about Fendi? He made you pop Tell him to kick rocks or give me some top Im on my way to Jers, break Ransom off Quench his thirst when my pants come off Murda Mook and Millz gon have to battle Scoop whoever win and tell em to skee-daddle Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots This is why, this is why, this is why Im hot, nigga Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin Dreams of fuckin a rap-rap dude Im just playin, but Im sayin

Yeah Cut it up, gimme a light Yeah, and by the way, nigga Its Young Mula First Lady Ugh, yo, yo Let us begin with a bad lil specimen Balenciagas, only things I be steppin in Pucci bathing suits, only thing Im dressing in Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran Got—Got em writin love letters in they jour-n-al Keep em on they toes like a midget at the urinal Bad—Bad—Bad-Bad—Bad—Bad as I wanna be She aint bad, she a sad little wannabe Yeah. Fuck the bullshit. Its big money popping. Young Mula! Yeah, just like that. What up, young nigga? Lets go. Gudda, brrrat! Okay, we running this shit, when we walk in the building Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hangin from the ceiling Young Money we bout to kill em, I promise I make a million And if they didnt have no hands Ill bet them bitches gon feel em Im talkin money and power; you getting money? I doubt it Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower That pussy, Ima devour; I beat it up til its sour No need for you to even trip; bitch Ill be done in a hour, lets go Yeah Yeah, thats more like it Junior! They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry I say the sweeter it is—you dig? Buried Then the bullshit varies, and it got me wary But I know two are the same—call it murdered and married Hustling is so necessary, with no adversaries But aint no love, like a calendar with no Februarys Ima need four secretary, and four Bloody Marys Ima go eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry—Im gone Yeah, fully loaded with it To the ceiling with it More money than you ever seen, nigga! Aight, Drizzy, Drake— Look, kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon Young Angel, if you hate me tell me burn in heaven Howd ya sleep on me? The highest earnin freshmen Like your third infection, I hope you learned your lesson Yeah, I spit raw, but I prefer protection I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in Bitch, I got the answer, and still aint heard the question I shut your club down, please reserve my section Fuck a confrontation, there aint no cake in it And Im caking, bitch, so tell me why Id take a break from it The mother of your child always tell you Im her favorite She call me her baby—not the one she was in labor with She say, Ooh, you taste good, I say, Ooh, just savor it She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit So I dont walk around with money, baby girl—Im made of it

You know, it just dawned on me I am Nicki Minaj, hahaha, oh I aint know the president live in DC And I aint know they call me Nicki Lewinsky I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C And I aint know I be with Paris and Lindsay I just know that I be on my fly girl shit I fly girl pop up, and I fly girl dip I fly girl stunt like a fly girl flip And I dont never guzzle it, I fly girl sip Now get that Rosé, get that, get that Rosé A little Hennessy and Louis the 13th Now everybody look my way, my way Excuse all my haters cause they looking sideways Lets get it now, cyeah You got me wrong You be sittin by the bar when its your song You can act like you dont like it but you do You do, you do, do, do, do, do I think Im gonna kill the motherfuckin DJ If he dont p-p-pull up, let the record replay Record replay, r-r-record replay I think Im gonna kill the motherfuckin DJ I aint know the police was the Babylon I aint know Im cold just like an avalanche I never knew my titties was bigger than Pamela So paparazzi flicking, be flicking their camera I just know that I be on my fly girl shit My fly girl stomach and my fly girl hips I fly girl ball, with my fly girl mitts And I can only kiss another fly girl lips Now get that OJ, get that, get that OJ A little cranberry and some Rémy Moné Now everybody look my way, my way Excuse all the haters cause they looking sideways Lets get it now, cyeah You got me wrong You be sittin by the bar when its your song You can act like you dont like it, but you do You do, you do, do, do, do, do I think Im gonna kill the motherfuckin DJ If he dont pull up let the record replay Record replay, record replay I think Im gonna kill the motherfuckin DJ Oh, fuck em like sexin, why they be flexing When they know that this they song? So interesting, fronting like they texting Damn, them bitches got me wrong Got me wrong wrong wrong Got me wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong Got me wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wr-wrong These bitches got me wrong You, you, you, you, you got me wrong You be sittin by the bar when its your song You, you, you, you can act like you dont like it, but you do You do, y-y-y-y-you do, do, do, do, do You got me wrong You be sittin by the bar when its your song You can act like you dont like it but you do You do, you do, do, do, do, do

S-T-A-R Eh-eh-S-T-A-R S-T-A-R Jeffree Star, Nicki Minaj S-T-A-R Im on the top, theres no luck Never turned around to stop Make my move, make you move Make you wanna hear me talk See me walk, see me fuck See me suck a lollipop Aha, mmm, wanna get messy? Ill make you hot, make you rock Ill leave the world in shock Im a tease, Im your fuel I just wanna see you drool on your knees, pretty please You wish you were my main squeeze Ah, li-li-like luxury Fuck me, Im a celebrity Cant take your eyes off me Ill make you fuck me just to get somewhere Fuck me, Im a celebrity Cant take your hands off me I know you wanna suck me what you waiting for? Lip gloss and lollipop Lets rock, I wanna pop Cant take your eyes off me Im all that you can see Lip gloss and lollipop Ill make your booty drop Cant take your eyes off me Im everything you wanna be Mmm, hot damn, here I come Tell me how you want it done At the mall, in the hall On your mamas bedroom wall You can choose, either way You will end up on the news Do I make you wet? Its all about the C-U-N-T Love my pink knife You wish you had a slice of me Im a celebrity Fuck me, Im a celebrity Cant take your eyes off me Ill make you fuck me just to get somewhere Fuck me, Im a celebrity Cant take your hands off me I know you wanna suck me, what you waiting for? Lip gloss and lollipop Lets rock, I wanna pop Cant take your eyes off me Im all that you can see Lip gloss and lollipop Ill make your booty drop Cant take your eyes off me Im everything you wanna be Yo, Im a super superstar on Hollywood Boulevard And I can make all of the boys come to my yard You see, Jeffree, I can show you how to do it Make, make a lollipop squirt, squirt a lot of fluid My lip gloss, lip gloss Me and all my sick thoughts Im such a bad bitch, I get me pissed off Im really hot, really pretty Im into licking pop, lollipops till its sticky I can make em say Nicki, Im a celebrity Lip gloss and lollipop Lets rock, I wanna pop Cant take your eyes off me Im all that you can see Lip gloss and lollipop Ill make your booty drop Cant take your eyes off me Im everything you wanna be

All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars My niggas rocking gold like were stuck back in the 80s I seen my first M and damn near went crazy I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars How Im gonna come on it, I just cum on it Another bitch, why would you put a bum on it? Special Olympics, Imma go dumb on it No bike tricks, but Imma stunt on it A nigga talk slick, Imma get Stunna on it A phone call might, get a big gun on in Who was on it? Aint a bitch in the game, thatll do what I does on it Be clear, cover Marie Claire Million dollar show in India, shes there My own drink, Moscato Myx now They seen Freaks, so its pasties on they tits now Cuban link up, queue the Brinks truck If I was a nigga, Id be getting my dick sucked Diamonds on my wrist, di-diamonds on my wrist Ask Jason the jeweler, Im cold Simon on my wrist Centerfold, pussys fatter than most They gotta send an M, if she leavin the coast My bitches rocking gold, yeah we was born in the 80s Chanel, Versace hoes At the Mirage out in Vegas, lets get it All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars My niggas rocking gold like were stuck back in the 80s I seen my first M and damn near went crazy I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars Hey, hey cordless money, I was done rocking my chains Im taking all my bitches, they say they takin the blame Dont love one more than the other, I love em all the same I love em all the same Im tycoon status, I keep my hoes all in practice Got money in the attic, making million dollar deposits See Im a Fetti savage, I get paper on paper 100 million carats, might give an M on a favor Thats a real nigga, bitch love a nigga like me She ate that dog food, that bitch it than me Hey can you come for this money? Can you come for this dough? Can you take off these diamonds thats hanging all on my rope? Im sophisticated, bitch she know Im so bougie Shoulda join a team, thinking of rolling the movies Oh you like ball players? Ho you know I be ballin Im jumping out the gym, Im bout to fuck on some Ms, yeah All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars My niggas rocking gold like were stuck back in the 80s I seen my first M and damn near went crazy I went and bought a Ghost and tried to crash a Mercedes I fucked this nigga hoe and almost made her my lady, hey All my ice and all my trees All my bitches in love with me Rock star life, the life we lead Surrounded by a bunch of stars

Nicki Minaj Maroon 5 Lets go Yo I got them Now & Laters and them Jolly Ranchers, too It aint a question, but I got the answers, too These shoes is Cavalli, and the pants is, too When I see him, Ima strip like the dancers do Ima show them how to do it like the pamphlets do Show these girls how to do it off campus too Yo, as long as you know he got the baddest, Im flattered Im the only one that he answers to And if you need it, then Ima put it on ya Aint nothin sweeter, you want this sugar, dont ya? Up, down, inside, water park it, slip slide Woulda, coulda, shoulda got ya sugar, get ya sugar Sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Im right here, cause I need Little love, a little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving, make it all right Need a little sweetness in my life Your sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Babe, my broken pieces, you pick them up Dont leave me hanging, hanging, come give me some When Im without you, Im so insecure You are the one thing, one thing Im living for I dont wanna be needing your love I just wanna be deep in your love And its killing me when youre away Oh baby Cause I really dont care where you are I just wanna be there where you are And I gotta get one little taste Sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Im right here, cause I need Little love, a little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving, make it all right Need a little sweetness in my life Your sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? I want that red velvet, I want that sugar sweet Dont let nobody touch it unless that somebodys me I gotta be a man, there aint no other way Cause girl youre hotter than the Southern California Bay Never wanna play no games, you dont gotta be afraid Dont give me all that shy shit No make-up on, thats my sugar Sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Im right here, cause I need Little love, a little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving, make it all right Need a little sweetness in my life Your sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me? Im right here, cause I need Little love, a little sympathy Yeah you show me good loving, make it all right Need a little sweetness in my life Your sugar, yes please Wont you come and put it down on me?

Some live for the bill Some kill for the bill She whine for the bill Grind for the bill Some steal for the bill, if they got to pay they bill Tonight Wyclef, Akon, Weezy on the bill High school, she was that girl That make me do the hula hoop around the gym High school she was that girl That make me do the hula hoop around the gym Never thought that she would come and work for the president Mr. George Washington She balls, he calls She had a good day, bad day, sunny day, rainy day All he wanna know is Closed legs dont get fed Go out there and make my bread All he wanna know is She ended up in the wrong car Bruised up, scarred hard All he wanna know is She balls, he calls See Imma tell you like Wu told me Cash rules everything around me Singin dollar dollar bill yall Singin dollar dollar bill yall See Imma tell you like Wu told me Cash rules everything around me Singin dollar dollar bill yall Singin dollar dollar bill yall Money, money, money, money Money, money, money, money It drives the world crazy Weezy, she used to be… And she used to be the sweetest girl! But when a good girl gone, she gone forever See, you cant make it rain without the stormy weather And its funny when it rains, when it rains it pours Wouldve never happened if I wouldve stayed indoors Wouldve never happened if I never traded in my textbooks Cause now Im hot but the critics say Im just looks They say Im too sexy, they say Im selling out Cause when I come out niggas get their umbrellas out I take the L cause I dont want to see my brother lose Been through it all but I can never fill my mothers shoes And now, I dont want a handout I just want my ad-libs to get panned out And I just wanna tell the girls that could feel me That I just play the cards that a nigga deal me See, everything I been through coulda killed me Thats why there really aint nothing you could tell me You see, I live for the bill, I die for the bill And I still make sure I read the bi– to the –ble And every time I write Im precise in my skill Its more to life than just ice in your grill Fuck me, blame me, fuck you, pay me This is what you made me Say you want to drape me, turned around and rape me Now you aint mistake me Where my girls at, where my girls at? If they frontin then tell them yo, where my money at? Where my money at? Where my-where my money at? Whe-whe-whe-whe-whe- yo, where my money at? Where my girls at, where my girls at? If they frontin then tell them yo, where my money at? Where my money at? Where my-where my money at? Whe-whe-whe-whe-whe- yo, where my money at?