Nicki Minaj - Beam Me Up Scotty Album Lyrics

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Seeing Green

[Lil Wayne & Heather Headley]
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm smokin' tarantula (Yeah)
Bae gave it to me (Hmm)
You dig? Yeah, hold up, hm

[Lil Wayne]
I'ma pull up so lit, I just might crash, dawg
Let me take this Balenciaga mask off to ask y'all, "Who asked y'all?"
Cita told me to stunt my ass off, and that's all
Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop, he was a good cat, my bad, dawg
Don't put no K after that B-Boy, "Bad kall," that's flag talk
F*ck around and knock your flag off, I had to
I wore a Gat' before a tattoo, I had to
As a matter of fact, I had two
No cap, I'm on them capsules, I done relapsed, boo
But I been on my feet since Cinderella lost her glass shoe
That cash blue, but I'm still seein' green
I'm in the bathroom, and I'm peein' lean
My bitch a vacuum
I told her, "Keep me clean," the scene serene
I'm a badonkadonk and bikini fiend
I just need a queen that ain't scared to f*ck a Stephen King
I used to live next door to Drake and Momma Dee
And Lisa Dee on Eagle Street
How I go from bars on the screen door to the TV screen?
Don't ask me, but never change the channel
Gucci flannel, Gucci socks, Gucci sandals
Gucci teddy bears, and pandas, not fake
Propaganda 'bout to blow out the candle
My lil' ho out Atlanta, got a ho out Atlanta
With a ho out Atlanta, she a ho out Atlanta
We get it, it's the same in each city
My bitch dance better than P. Diddy's
And ever since the pandemic
They don't wanna let Drake out of Canada
I been screamin', "Free Drizzy"
I know bae trust my vision but don't want me to see prison
Said, "I can't make no promises, either leave or come visit
But leave the keys to your heart next to your soul and your spirit"
Some see graffiti as art, some could see hoes to be women
But I'm the greediest shark amongst an ocean of killers
I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant
Nina Ross on the hip, the .44 is my mistress
Extra shots, extra clips, ain't talkin' videos nor vixens
Just come and see about it, bitch
Tunechi

[Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, I am the star in any room that I stand in
I am the standout, you just my stand-in
These bitches copy my homework, that's what they hand in
That's why I'm private like the airports I land in
Life is a beach house, don't let the sand in
I ball in any arena, go let the fans in
I should go cop a new jersey, that's word to Camden
These bitches' time tick-tockin', better stick to dancin'
I D&G the wallet, my money tall and brolic
Big-ass backyards, just so Papa Bear could frolic
One Margarita pizza with Parmesan and garlic
These bitches thirsty, I can see why they alcoholics
Ain't gotta ever talk about it when you are about it
Just bought a new car, not to drive it, but to walk around it
Just call me "Nicki, cock the blicky," the Minaj is silent
Brand new vanilla Maserati, I been Häagen-Dazsin'
He call me solid even though I'm drippin', water diet
Big booty stickin' out, my Daisy Dukes'll cause a riot
These bitches still my sons, who could ever deny it?
My packs hit different, who could ever supply it?
No one bitch could be my opp, that shit offends me
It's corporate giants and machines that went against me
I wash bitches, man, they couldn't even rinse me
She said she hot, I said, "Well, bitch, come and convince me"
Ain't no C in green, but I'm seein' green
Even with them floor seats, they couldn't see the team
The K-I-N-G, the G.O.A.T., plus me, the Queen
I send shots, send 'em back or flee the scene

[Drake]
You know, one of the perils of makin' money is
You can afford to be dramatic
Y'all some drama queens, for real
It's all good, though
You now tuned in to the biggest ever
YMCMB, Tunechi Lee, Young Angel, Young Lion, man
Y'all boys get on a track with Onika Maraj, and y'all still dyin'
Man, wassup? We in this bitch

[Drake]
This ain't gon' be the first time that I do numbers on two crutches
Seen more plaques than toothbrushes
Until I'm at the pearly white gates, I gotta move somethin', do somethin'
All meetings happen in person, so they can't prove nothin'
Known her eight years and still f*ck her like a new husband
Tryna run a country like Putin one day, but who's rushin', who's bluffin'? For real
Who you huggin', who you wanna be lovin'?
I play forty-eight minutes on a torn meniscus, who's subbin'?
El Chico luxury, wanna see my niggas ball so bad, I started up a league
F*ck with me, you niggas can't trouble me from the Doubletree
Step your suites up, I get Oliver to set the beats up
2021, I had to wet the streets up
Your girl was better in the mornin' like a slice of pizza
That's when I had to hit her with the, "Nice to meet ya"
You niggas think you doin' damage, you just hypin' me up
Face who? I could see a wall of y'all, all of y'all and run straight through
Trust, it's all fun and games until I wanna play too
Ayy, dios mío, the ice is frío on the Jesus, it's bringin' me closer to God
I'm already close to the mob, I'm already known as the G.O.A.T
Could try and get close, but you won't, I already packed the garage
None of these shits is a Dodge, none of this shit's a facade
None of this shit's a mirage
Thought I was seein' things when I was seein' green
6 G-O-D, CMB, yes sir

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Fractions

I fell back, I had a baby, you kow
I did the mother thing, I did the wife thing
All that, yeah (all that shit)
But I think it's quite clear now
You's need the bad guy

Ayo
I'm the one who run the city where they armed and vicious
Accusations on them blogs and they all fictitious
I done been through realest blocks, pushed the hardest sixes
Keep a couple killas that don't care how far them licks is, look
Bitches act like they want action, heard they want action
Bitch, we ain't duckin' no action
I'm 'bout to give 'em that traction, send a distraction
Then I'ma line 'em like fractions
Took a break I let them live, look at all them eatin'
But these bitches gone be mad once I call this meetin'
'Cause they gotta move around once the queen is queenin'
'Bout to put out all this crack 'cause my fiends is fiendin', uh
I put these bitches on game, they should be kissin' my feet
I tried to give 'em some press, they tried to say it was beef

It's Nicki M, such a little gem
Bitches wanna be around me, but I do not f*ck with them
All these diamonds on me flooded, I hope nobody gets stuck
If I pull out the Ferrari then my shooter's in the truck
I can still go to my hood, they know my body is good
Two million dollars to party in Saudi Arabia clubs
Poppin' them things to go up and smokin' Los Angeles bud
These bitches bitin' like Joe, shout out to Kamala though, what up?
It's them weak bars thinkin' that she dissin' for me
I graded ya homework, bitch, it's incomplete
If you was tryna be my son then mission complete
I'm the final level bitch they on a mission to beat
It's like COVID when the G.O.A.T is on the track the whole game stop
But I ain't playing with these bitches, this ain't GameStop
If Barbie in the buildin' then she with a gangsta
He ain't gone hesitate if I tell him to shank somethin'

Just put a beauty parlor in my guest house
You mean the pink Lamborghini? That's at the next house
F*ck him so good, I got him walking with his chest out
I wish these bitches wanted more talent and less clout
I-I fall back and just give 'em some space
'Cause when you already won, what the f*ck is a race?
Look at them f*ckin' for raps, aw, what a disgrace
I put that on A-Rod none of you bitches is safe, uh
Make his dick get hard soon as I brush up, but we tryna be subtle
Whole city go up, when a bitch touchdown like them niggas in a huddle
(Sex) sex game still cold it's on igloo
Head game slicker than little miss Gorilla Glue
He tryna eat it up, I said "Come and get it, boo"
While I count a mill, Jigga what? Jigga who? (What?)

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Crocodile Teeth Remix

[Nicki Minaj]
Mmm, mmm, ayo

[Nicki Minaj]
First thing I'ma 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 (Out)
Showed these bitches how to do it, but they dropped out
Yep, yep, bling-bling if the watch out (Out)
Tell 'em "watch out," I brought the block out
Talk shit, but when they see me, it's a cop-out (Mmm, cop-out)
They don't get the big picture, they get cropped out
Styles on 'em like somebody brought The LOX out (LOX out)
Headline tours, and I bring Fox' out (Fox' out)
If it's a calm flex, then I bring the Crocs out
Might tek a gyal man, I know the opps out (Opps out)
Dem bright, f*ck I look like in your eyesight? (Eyesight)
Gyal a try, but it not quite right (Quite right)
Dem wan' fight cuh it true dem wan' hype (Wan' hype)
Dem corny niggas, nah, dem not my type (My type)
Pump the breaks on 'em like I ride bikes (Ride bikes)
Plus my shooter don't miss, he like Mike (Like Mike)
F*ck with the G's and 5 like my flight
Bye-bye, go night-night (Night-night, rrr)

[Skillibeng]
Brrrr, yuh sih?
Unuh doh grimy (Grimy)
First thing unuh nuh bold like mi
Mi fulla gun, heavy clip
Fulla crocodile teeth (Teeth)
Everything get f*ck when I reach (Mhmm)
.16 bun up bwoy skin (Bwoy skin)
Head top buss up and split (Split)
Seh yuh bad? Pussyhole run up and see (And see)
Mi brain psycho nuh rahtid
Yeah man, ah EastSyde (Yeah)

[Skillibeng]
Bare chopstick (Chopstick)
Yow, unuh nuh know badness
Top striker, doh ask mi (Ask mi)
Ask smaddy pon di road and see
Fulla AK, bare madness (Madness)
Clear way when e Draco ah sing (Sing)
Yeah man, e clip ram up
E 'K nah itch (Nah itch)
Unuh doh bad, ah bare talking (Brrr)

Unuh doh grimy
First thing unuh nuh bold like mi
Mi fulla gun, heavy clip
Fulla crocodile teeth (Teeth)
Everything get f*ck when I reach (Mhmm)
.16 bun up bwoy skin
Head top buss up and split (Split)
Seh yuh bad? Pussyhole run up and see (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 (Yuh sih?)
Unuh mussi feel seh mi fraid (Hehe)
Shot angle yuh face if yuh ramp wid mi brain
Yuh nuh see di .45 clean? ('5 clean)
Shot open yuh door like key
Don't try diss if yuh doh like bleed (Bleed)
Shot inna yuh clothes like seam
Roll wid e 'K wid di nose pointed (Pointed)
Diss wi, yuh doh find him
Diss e EastSyde, den yuh know crisis (Crisis)
Unuh doh cold like wi
Wi bare brawlin' (Brawlin')
Who diss wi today, nah live
How yuh fi try? Flip yuh brain and kick (And kick)
Mi mek e rifle do bare coughing
EastSyde deal wid di 'K nasty (Brrr)
How yuh mean, mi nuh range and miss?
Gunshot yuh face inna bare dog shit
How yuh mean, mi nuh play daadi (Yuh sih?)
Suck yuh muma

First thing unuh nuh bold like mi
Mi fulla gun, heavy clip
Fulla crocodile teeth
Everything get f*ck when I reach (Mhmm)
.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

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Chi-Raq

Mmh uh

Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
F*ck wrong with these ho niggas?
Don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like four niggas
Four wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding
But real niggas'll still catch a nigga
Cop-cop 'Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town, no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit
Now them the bitches I stunt for

Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin' ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop-pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin' dick like it's band camp
Call-call-call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnappin' and then rob niggas
Call D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy-ass lil' rap niggas
I f*cked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon
But I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas, get a GED
And I tease niggas, make em B-E-G
Got a money fetish, I'ma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I f*ck good

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it (look)
I'm the man round my side of town (look, look, look, look, look)
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it (gang)

I'm a young nigga I be gettin' money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas don't get no respect
I'ma stay 100 'til I'm 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's gon' come with me
I'm on Roc Block with a new Semi
And a blue Bentley, it do one-sixty
Smoke a lot a of weed like f*ck kidneys, put a dutch in me
Got a .40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'ma die shooting prayin' God forgive me
You too busy hating you can't get no paper
Why are y'all so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister
And my gun and Nicki

I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don't say no names
If you talk to cops I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Lead to domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Puttin' my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position then you better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killin' your shit
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pussy nigga you don't want war
I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
(Old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis)
(Old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis)
Pussy nigga you don't want war
I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis

Know a couple niggas that's down to ride
For a homicide when it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really with it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

Gang, gang, gang shit man
You already know how I'm rocking man
This is G Herbo, shout out Nicki Minaj, you already know man
Sb just gave me the .9 with the green beam
Just give me the green light
Letting niggas have it man
We pulling up anywhere wetting shit man
Got 50s in them TECs, 50s in them MACs man
30s in them Glocks, 17 shot Berettas, all that shit man
Sawed offs, pumps man what you want?
How you want it? Where you want?
When you want it, man? Let's get it
And I ride dolo from state to state
Even when I ain't 150, man
Chiraq all the way to Queens, let's get it

Uh-huh
I always got a trick up my sleeve
I might give you a new trick every week
'Til this album drop, I don't know
I figured they want some more
I'ma give you some more
Ask Webb if I wasn't taking them trips with him, nigga
Chyea

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Boss Ass Bitch (Remix)

I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass (yo)

I employ these niggas
They be grown men but I little boy these niggas
Want the cookie so I gotta Chips Ahoy these niggas
But I neva iPhone, Android these niggas
Use rubbers wit 'em, I'ont neva raw these niggas
More money than 'em, I'ma son all these niggas
I ain't shoppin' but it's like I gotta store these niggas
Put 'em on time out and never call these niggas
Pussy like girls, damn is my pussy gay?
It's a holiday, play wit' my pussy day
Pussy this, pussy that, pussy taken
Pussy ride dick like she a Jamaican
Pussy stay warm, pussy on vacation
You loose bitches need a pussy renovation
You could eat it wit' a pussy reservation
Pussy 'bout to get a standin' ovation
Clap, clap clap for this pussy nigga
But I can't give this pussy to a pussy nigga
Aww man, slow down, I'ma give you somethin' that you could hold down
But I can't give you head, I'm too ill for that
I'ma make a movie still, Kill Bill for that

'Cause what the f*ck? This ain't Chanel nigga? Custom down?
What the f*ck? I ain't smokin' hot? Bust me down?
You the same clown nigga that was runnin' me down?
Now you all up in the sauce, 'cause you wanna be down?

I said rule number one to be a boss ass bitch
Neva let a clown nigga try to play you
If he play you, then rule number two
F*ck his best friends, then make 'em yes men
And get a dick pic and then you press send
And send a red heart, and send a kissy face
And tell him that his friends love how ya pussy taste
And that's rule three, I am the school T
My wrist look like I am a jewel thief
But that's just 'cause I am a boss bitch
Now macaroni cheese and grill my swordfish

Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
I'm a boss ass bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

If he catch my drift, he could catch my jizz
I be out in Cali runnin' all my businesses
I be out in Cali watchin' back my Christmas vids
Every time I f*ck him, yes, I tell him this is his
Looked down at it and I said, "This is big"
Man my game so cold, I said, "This is rigged"
Best flow in the game, this is not a lie
Tell them bitches cross they' T's and dot they I

I came back bitches flows still boring
I said, "Damn, man go back to whoring"
You know I still lead the league in scoring
You know I'm still bad and I'm still foreign
I'ma give bitches time to get hot
Chill out at the game, New York Knickerbock
If they actually got bars, they could rock
But if not, I'ma destroy chicks a lot, oh
But on the real, I'm in album mode
Just dropped this freestyle before these files get old
When I lay low, bitches be safe and sound
When I come back they better not make a sound

I hear you

When I'm back on the prowl
You bitches better have my money
'Cause I'm coming for you
Ooh, ooh

Uh, okay
I order rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
'Cause you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off

When I'm at the restaurant, rich bitch sauce
Rich bitch cold, I got a rich bitch cough
Which bitch want it? I go rich bitch off
And you know my style gettin' bit, ripped off
Off, off, off, off, off, off, off
I'ma bo-, I'ma boss

Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
(I'm a boss ass bitch)

Ask Birdman who the 5 Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ask Young Money who the five Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
(I'm a boss ass bitch)
Who the 5 Star bitch is, who the 5 Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ask Birdman who the five Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
(I'm a boss ass bitch)
Ask Lil Wayne, ask Lil Wayne (bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Ask Lil Wayne who the 5 Star bitch is (bitch, bitch, bitch)
(I'm a boss ass-)

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Intro

You know, a lot of people ask me
Why I feel, that, you know
I've gotten a lot of notoriety so quickly
And, umm, I don't know
People seem to be under the impression
That, I made it to this point, fast
And, you know obviously for me
I don't feel like that 'cause it's me you know
I feel like I've been doing it, for ten billion years
But every time someone says something like that to me
I remember to just thank God for, you know, getting me this far
'Cause sometimes you don't realize how far you've gotten
Until you look around and, and you look at the people who
Who, who are still trailing so far behind you
And I know that, that no matter what, it's
In the end it's not gonna be about my talent, you know
It's, it's not gonna be about my connections
It's not gonna be about my looks
It's, it's gonna be about, who wants it, the most
And, I want it the most

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Itty Bitty Piggy

The Aphelliates, nigga (pay attention)
(Trapaholics)
We makin' it easy
Uh-huh (Holiday Season)
Uh-huh, yo

Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was f*ckin' the Yankee
I was f*ckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the f*ck back (let's get 'em)

Holiday Season, ayy
I think we got your attention by now, right?
(Holiday Season)
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)
Mister Entertainment
Shouts out Trapaholics (Trapaholics, bitch)
We workin'
Uh-huh
Let's go Nicki
Uh-huh, yo (like you ain't know)

Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York you was f*ckin' the Yankee
I was f*ckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie
These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky
M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle
Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick I need a healer
F*ck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens in the back of
Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
Pour some ranch, I'm gettin' the munchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree
'Cause they be thinkin' they can spit, spit-shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs
I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew
Listen you should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good
That 808, woof, woof 'cause I ride it good
And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't f*ck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"
I don't f*ck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (Holiday Season)

Wow
It's like I just single-handedly annihilated
You know, every rap bitch in the building
Like, like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja
Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie
Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls bother at this point
Like give it up, it's me, I win, you lose
Hahahahahaha, oh shit
Haha, yo

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

Hahahahahaha
I told you, I told you before
I told you, y'all was gon' have to pick my fruit out
Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out
I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques
You know I'm sayin'?
Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me
I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know
I want, I want all that crazy lizard skin, shit
Like, you know make sure you
You can be my personal shopper
Ayo
Woo
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

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I Get Crazy

Aphilliates, nigga, pay attention, biatch
See I know you didn't see this comin'
Dj Holiday, Usual Suspect, right

It's like when I feel really crazy
This crown feel so good on my head right now
I just get on my broom and fly away
Y'all niggas gotta step your weight up
I go real, real far away
Let's go Nicki (Holiday Season)
Young Money
Since I run the streets and all that, right
That's, that's, that's just what we do
It's only right that I bring you
The baddest chick in the streets right now
(Damn son, where'd ya find this?)
Southside Jamaica, Queens
(This is a World Premiere)
(Young Money's own) You know it's like
When I feel really crazy (me sayin' the time is on)
(Nicki the Ninja) I just get on my broom and fly away
(A.k.a rap bitches step your game up)
I go real, real far away
Young Money
(I'm done talking) That's, that's
(I'ma let my sister get at y'all) That's just what we do
Hope you paying attention, let' go (the Aphilliates nigga, holla at yo' boy)
You know, I mean we, we, wear straight jackets
And we, we, we, we stay in, you know, in padded rooms
And you know, and fly away (uh, yeah, yo) (get 'em Nicki)

I just came out of the motherf*ckin' old school
Got my Mac notebook with the Pro tools
Y'all bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky
Bad, woof, woof, flyer then a Frisbee
So I'm 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 Start Spangle
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner (Banner)
I am the Rap Hannah
Mo-Mon-Montana, so fix your Antenna
I keep three hoes, But don't call me Santa
And I'm, and I'm flyer then reindeer in the winter (in the winter)

I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy
I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy (uh, uh, yo)

Yo, 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 it's lights out
'Cause I am the Wicked Witch, I'm' 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 I'm Nicki L-M-N-O-winsky
I mean my name ring Bells like Tinky
I mean Tinker, tell that niqga link her
'Cause I'm' looking for some good Brains from a Thinker

I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy (uh, thinker)
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy (thinker)
I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy (thinker)
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy

(the Aphilliates, nigga, holla at yo' boy)

One, two, third Floor, hospital gown
Niqgas is doors and I knock niqgas down
Straight jacket crooked, I hear you lookin'
I promise I'm hard, and I swear you pussy
I ain't crazy, no, yes I am
Right up in the Coo-Coo nest I land
I'm fly, now eat may bird shit
Yeah I'm' crazy, crazy about your bitch
Wild animal on my bewildered shit
I love brain so I'm' lookin' for a nerd bitch
It's' Nicki Minaj, the superb witch
And Weezy F. Baby, no, Weezy F. (Crazy)

I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy
I getss crazy, I-I gets crazy
I-I gets crazy, I-I gets crazy

Uh, 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, two sticks in my bun
Pull up in a 6, hun, you was fixing to run, ho, yeah
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, you know
You know my name is Nicki Minaj, trick
Let's get it (uh, yo)
Yeah, alright
I gets crazy, I gets crazy
I gets motherf*ckin', motherf*ckin' crazy
Crazy, crazy, that's what my name is
My name means crazy in cr-crazy language

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Kill Da DJ

Aphelliates nigga, pay attention
Hey, hey, hey
You know it just dawned on me (Holiday Season)
I am Nicki Minaj
(Trap-a-holics, biatch) Yo

I ain't know the president live in DC
And I ain't know they called me Nicki Lewinsky
I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C
And I ain't no I be with Paris and Lindsey
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 I fly girl flip
And I don't never guzzle it
I fly girl sip

Now get that Rosé get that, get that Rosé
A little Hennesy and Louis the 13th
Now everybody look my way, my way
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways
Let's get it now, chyeah

You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can act like you don't like it but you do
You do, you do, do, do, do, do (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think I'm gonna kill the motherf*ckin' DJ
If he don't pull up, let the record replay
Record replay, record replay
I think I'm gonna kill the motherf*ckin' DJ (yo)

I ain't know the police was the Babylon
And I ain't know I'm cold just like an avalanche
I never knew my titties was bigger then Pamela
So paparazzi flickin', be flickin' 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 Grand-y Marnier
Now everybody look my way my way
Excuse all the haters 'cause they lookin' sideways

You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can act like you don't like it but you do
You do, you do, do, do, do, do (damn son, where'd ya find this?)
I think I'm gonna kill the motherf*ckin' DJ
If he don't pull up, let the record replay
Record replay, record replay
I think I'm gonna kill the motherf*ckin' DJ (oh)

F*ck 'em like sexin', why they be flexin'
When they know that this they song?
So interestin' frontin' like they textin'
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
(You be-, bitches got met wrong)

You got me wrong
You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song
You can act like you don't like it but you do
You do, you do (do, do, do, do, do)

(The Aphelliates, nigga, holla at yo' boy)

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Nicki Minaj Speaks

When I went out to Ohio, there was like a mini riot
And, um, you know, we thought it was, like, Michael Jackson, you know?
So we was just looking for the gloves, and um
And the two little white kids with the, um
With the silk wrapped around they face
Um, you know, 'cause the people was just going crazy
They was so-, screaming and, you know, yelling
And I turn around

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Slumber Party f

It's Gucci Man La Flare
It's Gucci

Banana boat full of blow
Banana clip to cut ya throat
Banana dro, come take a smoke
Banana diamonds, yellow coat
Heavy snow, that berry blow
That cherry Coke, got stupid dough
Plenty mo' you think I booked
A hundred shows, I'm selling dope
I'm into wishin' rolling kush
And sippin' lean and burnin' piff
You gotta fifth I gotta pint
You took a shot I took a sip
I plead the 5th, ain't saying shit
Go get my lawyer, get him quick
Spent eighty grand to beat a case
I whip it like my purple whip (whip it)
I call a hit like Sosa did
Them killas blitz your house ya monkey (pussy)
I got so much jewelry on me still you can't take nothin' from me
Hook it up I cook it up and get some head while rollin' blunts
Water paint, water stain
I'm lookin' down she lookin' up (damn)
Beamer truck I rim it up
Spent eighty tho', four hundred stones
She suck a dick while rollin' blunt
She keep the boss man bustin' nuts (Holiday Season, nigga)
I get it off she get it up me and her both can't get enough
Me in the cut, I'm in the ghost, I'm tryna beat that pussy up

Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
Smokin', drankin', freakin', shit done turn into a slumber party
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (here)
When you feelin', freaky mama we can have a slumber party (Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)

Ha, a slumber party, mama have a slumber party (huh, yeah)
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (no)
When you feelin' freaky mama we can have a slumber party (shawty, shawty, yeah)
We can have a slumber party, we can have a, yeah (yeah, huh)

Her negligees are Burberry, her lingerie game very straight (damn)
Her oral sex is very wet, my sex so great she gainin' weight (huh)
I cook a cake, she cook a steak, we three estates, you section eight (damn, damn)
Stay out her face, she hardly date, she f*ckin' Gucci shawty (damn)
Everyday a ballin' day, just yesterday we bought a Lake (damn)
Tomorrow bought us two Camaros, '08 and a '68 (well, damn)
We trappin' fast with stupid cash, so rap on with yo' stupid ass
It's Gucci Mane ol' stupid ass, I keep on makin' stupid cash (damn)

Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
Smokin', drankin', freakin', shit done turn into a slumber party (yeah)
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (here)
When you feelin', freaky mama we can have a slumber party

Ha, a slumber party, mama have a slumber party (okay)
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (no)
When you feelin' freaky mama we can have a slumber party (shawty, shawty, yeah)
We can have a slumber party, we can have a, yeah
(You want a slumber party with a mistress, huh? Okay)

Got that Super Soaker, pussy pop like Cola Coca
Plus it's tighter than a choker, got them smilin' like the Joker
Got that na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, lil mermaid on my linen
When your momma sleepin' you can call me and get all up in it (Holiday Season)
Bank roll, get me all them pretty furs (furs)
'Cause my pussy game cold when he hit it he say, "Bur"
He say, "B-B-B-B-Bur I'ma, I'ma marry her"
And he polite with that purr like he strummin' his guitar
That's me I'm Minaj, I'm Ni-Ni-Nicki Minaj
And if you want a Minaj keep a couple pretty broads (okay)
Look, head game busy (what?), Busy make a nigga dizzy, dizzy (word?)
Bitch I'm at that slumber party sippin' on that fizzy Chrissy (chyeah)

Welcome to my private party, more hoes than a bachelor party
Smokin', drankin', freakin', shit done turn into a slumber party (yeah)
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (here)
When you feelin', freaky mama we can have a slumber party

Ha, a slumber party, mama have a slumber party (huh, yeah)
You can't meet my mama, uh-uh, but here go my number, shawty (no)
When you feelin' freaky mama we can have a slumber party (shawty, shawty, yeah)
We can have a slumber party, we can have a, yeah

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Shopaholic

(The Aphilliates nigga)
Shouts out my nigga Gucci (han, han, han, han, han, han, han, yeah)
So Icy what's up (Han, han, han, han, han, han, han, yeah)
My nigga Bobby V, Blue Collar what up? (Yeah)

Holiday Season (han, han, Gucci, hey)
Shout out to ATM Entertainment, let's go nigga (Holiday Season)

I got a shoppin' problem (damn)
She got a shoppin' problem (damn)
I'm a compulsive shopper (ah)
So I'ma cop her Prada (ah)
I'ma ice her outta (three)
Make ya talk about her (though)
She got this thang about her (burr)
Yeah, she a sexy walker

We shoppin' in Morocco (how?)
I took her to Dubai (wow)
Lil mama stupid fly (now)
So tell me what you like (wow) (Trap-A-Holics, bitch)
'Cause girls I like to buy (right)
My money stupid fat (right)
His money on a diet (light)
Ten stacks to keep her quiet (shh)
I make her call me daddy (daddy)
Yeah, there go daddy, baby (mommy)
And she loves daddy 'cause
Daddy gon' keep them hatin'
Yeahm yeah they hatin', baby (yeah)
They wanna trade places (yeah)
I call her sexy lady (sexy)
She call me Gucci baby (Gucci)

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah) (Holiday Season)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

Yo, yo, I'ma needa couple of them Benz-eses
I be out in China spendin' Yens-eses
Gucci on my lense-ses
My leather so sensitive
Scratch my nine o'clock
I wanna shop, make it tentative
Didly-didly-dee look at all these hoochies
I be on the beach in Emilio Pucci
I'm the, I'm the best, I'm the best, ask Khaled

Hold up, hold up, listen
It's the DJ Khaled, A.K.a we the best
Right now you need to listen
Ayy, yo, Holiday
Bring that back, man
It's DJ Khaled they wanna hear that again, man
Listen

Yo, I'ma need a couple of dem Benzes
I be out in China spendin' Yenzes
Gucci on my lenses
My leather so sensitive
Scratch my nine o'clock
I wanna shop, make it tentative
Didly-didly-dee look at all these hoochies
I be on the beach in Emilio Pucci
I'm the, I'm the best, I'm the best ask Khaled
Sorry little daddy that card's not valid
I need unlimited black cards, like I'm racist
Some real big faces
Louis Vuitton cases
Hoes in the hood say, "Nicki Minaj bougie"
I do it B-I-G, so I keep a couple Coogis, hoes

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah) (Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah) (Holiday Season)

Louis V, f*ck with me, every day's a shoppin' spree
Got ice that be clear like glass, I be freakin' blindin' me
My level's hard to see, you besta just admire me
Everywhere I go, she go
I go in the sto' just to blow big dough
She got a Louis prob', Louis this and Louis that
Louis hangin' from her arm, in her purse a Louis strap
Big cash is everywhere, haters love to stop and stare
Fly from the shoes to hair, so f*cking hate, I don't care
She all about the money (money), she all about the cash (cash)
She all about me, 'bout me 'cause I be servin' that ass
I be servin' the hard, she be servin' me back
I just give her the card, ain't no limit on that

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

Silly me, buyin' all this Louis V
True Religions, rockin' Republic, 7's and Frankie B (yeah)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, Escada, Dolce and Gabbana (yes)
Long as I'ma keep buyin' designer she's a rider
Scooped her out of that Nissan, threw her in a Hummer truck
Four wheel drive when you ride, you ain't never stuck
Who is he? Could it be? Young Joey, he gotta be
Honestly the hottest 'cause when he shop ain't no stoppin' me (nah)
I ain't never seen no black cards (nah), all I know is Benjamins
Product of the block, runnin' from the cops, tryna scuff my Timberlands (cocaine)
Goddamn, I love them haters, steppin' on my Maury kids
It's mean mug' in the kitchen, drop sorta like a hot potato

She gotta Fendi fetish (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah)
She only mess with ballers (yeah, yeah, yeah)
She gotta Gucci fetish
She gotta Louis problem (yeah)
She gotta shoppin' problem (yeah)
That girl's a shopaholic (yeah-yeah)

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Go Hard

Pay attention (yo)
Sb (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think it's my time
You know why? My tears have dried
And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
Young Money (Holiday Season)

If you could you would get rid of me
F*ck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I'm still the one to beat (go hard)
Ain't in a rush from these streets, I am the streets (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard

Gotta go, let me get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man-man down)
Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit 'em knock-knock, tell them let me in
My name ring bells bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em wit the MAC, hit 'em wit the TEC-9
Hit 'em wit the Ruger by the intersex sign
Hit 'em wit the Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-a (good-a)
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up (uh)
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up (one-two)
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
F*ck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?
Your can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle (yeah), Louis on the duffel (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, what you wanna do, do, do?) No muzzle

Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different Kente
Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
So I call him Splinter S(lpinter), faster than a sprinter (sprinter)
Gimme my chopsticks I'll have the rap bitches for dinner (dinner)
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my niggas wheelie-ing them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish, ackees (ackees)
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky (cocky)
Winter wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky (rocky)
I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinski (Lewinski)
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me) (ohh, yeah, oh)

If you could you would get rid of me
F*ck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard (Holiday Season)

From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water
or better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp
But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip
And I don't say shit put the gun on my hip
So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitches
I still got that bitch cum on my lips
If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic
But I can still make you tumble and flip
You're f*ckin' with me if you're f*ckin' with Nick'
They ain't f*ckin' with me, they ain't f*ckin' with Nick'
Your girlfriend, her decision is split
'Cause she wanna f*ck me and she wanna f*ck Nick'
They wonder if he be f*ckin' Nick', as long as she be f*ckin' rich
That's why I keep my luggage 'cause, I swear y'all's a f*ckin' trip
Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger is just punchin' bitch
And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun, Gunović
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bitch

Yeah, guitar
Holiday Season

Oh

Wish you could get rid of Young Money
F*ck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', "Nicki leave me alone"
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard

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Nicki Minaj Speaks #2

When I went out to Ohio, there was like a mini riot
And, um, you know, we thought it was, like, Michael Jackson, you know?
So we was just looking for the gloves, and um
And the two little white kids with the, um
With the silk wrapped around they face
Um, you know, 'cause the people was just going crazy
They was so-, screaming and, you know, yelling
And I turn around

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Best I Ever Had (Remix)

Yo it's The Aphelliates nigga, pay attention (yeah)
Nicki Minaj, Young Money, yeah
Drizzy is home, baby (Holiday Season)

Baby you my everythin', you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger then you ever done it
You be up on everythin' other hoes ain't never on it (Trap-A-Holics mixtapes)
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gone 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 f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever, best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
I say you the f*ckin' (Aphelliates nigga, pay attention)

Know you got a roommate, call me when its no one there
Put the key under the mat, and you know I'll be over there
(Yup) I'll be over there, shawty I'll be over there
I'll be hittin' all the spots that you ain't even know was there
Ha, and you ain't 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 thinkin' that he met you in a past life
Sweatpants, hair tied, chillin' with no make-up on
That's when your the prettiest, I hope that you don take it wrong
You don't even trip when friends say you ain't bringin' Drake along
You know that I'm workin' I'll be there soon as I make it home
And she a patient in my waitin' room
Never pay attention to them rumors and what they assume
And until them girls prove it
I'm the one to never get confused with 'cause

Baby you my everythin', you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger then you ever done it
You be up on everythin' other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gone 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 f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever, best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
I say you the f*ckin'

Ayo, you the only one that see the real Nicki
I could show you chill Nicki 'cause of how you deal with me
When they knock my blocks down you come and you build with me
Even though you real busy, you's so f*ckin' real Drizzy ((Trap-A-Holics)
It's so amazin' I figured out this world is ours for the takin'
I figured out that when I go out and those people scream
That some of them are livin' vicariously through me
That's why I put that S on my chest and I'm gone
But on another note, let's have sex in my dorm
And I'ma make you beg 'cause you look pretty when you beggin'
So meet me on the campus, I'll be there around eleven (eleven)
Let me put my books down (down), excuse me if I look down (down)
Guess I'm a little nervous but I'm at your service
Look at what you took down (down)

Baby you my everything you all I ever wanted (yeah, ooh)
We can do it real big, bigger then you ever done it (ooh, yeah)
You be up on everything, other niggas never on it (ahh)
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
That's 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 that same thing, every single time

You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever, best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
I say you the f*ckin'

Sex, Love, Pain, baby I be on that Tank shit
Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too and claim they got it for they sister
Magazine paper girl, but money ain't 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 ain't got no stripes but I can make yo' 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
Feelin' 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 rappin' like a mascot
Get it from the back, and make your f*ckin' bra strap pop
All up in yo' slot until the nigga hit the jackpot, I'm sayin'

Baby you my everythin', you all I ever wanted
We can do it real big, bigger then you ever done it
You be up on everythin' other hoes ain't never on it
I want this forever, I swear I can spend whatever on it
'Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up
When I get right I promise that we gone 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 f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever, best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)

I say you the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the f*ckin' best (ayy)
You the best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever, best I ever)
Best I ever had (best I ever)

Uh, ah yeah (ah yeah)
See this is the type of joy you gotta dedicate to somebody (this is)
Just make sure they that special somebody (an essay)
Young Money (baby)
Yeah, yeah

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Keys Under Palm Trees

Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need the preachers, I'm the high priestess
Everywhere I go I get, "Hi, nice to meet you"
Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionista
And they know I stay around the white like a groom
Look up in the sky I see somebody on a broom
I think I'm gettin' hi-high, hi-high on my own supply
Yellin', "Rastafari" when I'm ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king (yeah)
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing (Holiday Season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get cha-ching and my name bells ring
Oops I mean my name ring bells, ding ding (chyeah, chyeah)

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (Trap-A-Holics)

Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, down (I hear them boys yellin')
Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down on the ground
Get down, get down on the ground

Man, f*ck a PO and f*ck a CO
'Bout to set it off like Cleo
Mad they done tapped my Treo (word?)
Bagged my skio (okay), heard the bitch lyin' like Leo
Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazin' (uh-huh)
In a kimono, konichiwa to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son (hi-yah)
So all of that yellin' in the street soon done
'Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin'
The young Chaka Khan, yes, I am every woman
And I am about that coke, not what'cha put the rum in (no)
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties (please my call my aunty)
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (boys yellin')
Boys yellin', yellin'

Can you hear them yellin'?
Comin' for me, comin' for me
Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me

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Get Silly

I'm a dime, u a nickelette
Light skinn impigiment
Write my own shyt, ya'll copyright infringement
I eat dese rap bitches, sumbodi get me a dinner mint
Pussy make him tattoo my name up on his ligament
Fuc wrong with dem, my nerves dey keep tweekn
Tell em I'm da chief, I'm runnin with Mohikans
Tell em dis is church, n tell em I am da decan
Tell em dat I'm black, chinese, and butter peacon
Pull up in da Range, I'm givin dem more reasons
Hit up Lil Wayne, while I'm in da 4 Seasons
Tell Gutta mac, n Kid KId I'm here
I'm colder den a cough, I'm wetter den swim gear
Got all dis lil bitches g-gettin p-pink hair
I'm pretty n I'm fly, I'm up in da pink lear
I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer
Decorated his office with flowers and pink chairs (chairs)

[talking:]
Listen... nicki minaj, nicki lewinksy... where da fuc is da president

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Easy

Aphilliates nigga, pay attention (Money, Young Money)
Shouts out Rockaway Boulevard (uh-huh)
Southside Jamaica, Queens, what up?
All my Harajuku Barbies I see you (damn son, where'd you find this?)
Oh (talk to 'em Nick'), Nicki Minaj
I mean, you know, there ain't nothin' much to say (DJ Holiday)
You know (I really hope y'all niggas payin' attention, man)
They know what the f*ck it is, So Icey in the motherf*ckin' buildin'
(Holiday Season, nigga)
Gucci, my nigga Rocko, I am Nicki Minaj (go Nicki, go) (Holiday Season)

Hot dammit it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European vehicle (shouts out my aunty, Miss Deb)
Damn Gucci lyrical, nah I ain't lyrical (Waka Flocka, what up homie?)
But my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle (Gucci, what up nigga?)
Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material
Countin' a quarter million while I'm pourin' a bowl of cereal
Fresher than your ever were, richer than a year ago
With three dollars a Skittle but it's eight hundred a Cheerio (damn)
I was arrogant rude, same color as a prune
Yellow chain look like the moon and my old school is maroon
Vroom, hear it ert-ert when it skrrt
26's on the skirts, in a bird, with a flirt (well damn)
You can chirp, I got twerk, I keep work, in my birds
I got bird, I got bricks, I got pounds of the herb
"Yeah" used to be my favorite word
Now my ice game is superb, so them hoes just be like, "Brr-brr"

Shawty tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it)

Shawty be tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it)

Boom boom, nine-five-four double R zoom zoom
I don't give a f*ck about yo' Looney Tune goon (no)
Yellin', "Boom boom" when your really pum pum (ew)
I eat these rap bitches, no fork no spoon
I'm Nicki, I'm finnicky, I'm picky
I stay around the six like that little mouse Mickey
Ask Rocko, ask Gucci, ask Gucci Gucci bandana (huh)
I'm a star I'm the black Hannah Montana (ooh)
I'm such a girl, I'm such a girly girl (yeah)
I'm sippin' on my milkshake with the swirly swirl (okay, okay)
Excuse me mister put some cherries in my cups (why? Why?)
I take my shirt off and watch the boys go nuts (oh)
The boys go nut, the boy-boys go nuts
All the dope boys, all the boys wanna f*ck (yeah)
My nigga SBeezy, keep my wrist breezy (uh-huh)
Why would I go hard when this shit is so easy? (Muah)

Y'all be tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it)

Y'all be tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy) (it's too easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it) (Holiday Season, nigga)

Man, I'ma step my swag up, won't fly commercial, I'm private (yeah)
Step my rank up, so salute me f*ckin' private (private)
'Member the days I used to keep my comb in my pocket
Now I'm with pilot smokin' kush on auto-pilot
I just bought a boat and I don't even know how to drive it (what?)
But it's all gravy, I just coast on auto-pilot (yeah)
I'm on another coast, you ain't even in my time zone (nah)
By the time you go to bed I'm gettin' my shine on (shine)
Yeah, it's all good, baby, gon' and climb on (get on)
And ride like a rodeo, get your grind on (grind)
Tell how I spend money, I be gettin' my grind on
Tell how I'm livin' when I walk I got my nine on
Your girl lovin' you but she with me, I'm what her mind on
Don't make me do it homes, might get it done, won't cost a dime homes
Watch Fiddy stash and he don't even have a dime on
Rocko the don, I'm outta here, my time gone (yeah)

Y'all be tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it)

Y'all be tryin' hard(but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' job ('cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaj (so be easy) (it's too easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko (please believe it)

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Nicki Minaj Speaks #3

When I went out to Ohio, there was like a mini riot
And, um, you know, we thought it was, like, Michael Jackson, you know?
So we was just looking for the gloves, and um
And the two little white kids with the, um
With the silk wrapped around they face
Um, you know, 'cause the people was just going crazy
They was so-, screaming and, you know, yelling
And I turn around

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Envy

Nigga holla at your boy
See I think y'all see the similarities now
Me and Nicki we both like money
We both run the streets, and our haters
Oh man, y'all make us do what we do (Aphilliates nigga, pay attention)

Envy
All they do is envy
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back swingin' for that envy?
Why would they offend me?
Why they go against me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back, swingin' for that ass?

Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for (mercy, mercy, mercy)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?)
Sw-swingin' for (thirsty, thirsty, thirsty)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (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 f*ck they coughin'?
Oh, I got 'em sick, better get that coffin'
I say coffin', you can say casket
They're so trash but where's the waste basket?
Where's my hat and where's my straight jacket?
Yup, they jackin', back the Maybach in
Everythin' 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
Marketin' steps, they marketed sex
M-mark it with a X, they talkin' them checks now, now

Envy
All they do is envy
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back swingin' for that envy?
Why would they offend me?
Why they go against me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back, swingin' for that ass?

Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for (mercy, mercy, mercy)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?)
Sw-swingin' for (thirsty, thirsty, thirsty)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?)

Why did envy? Why you go against me?
When I got trendy, why you ain't commend me?
Why when I needed it, why you couldn't 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 don't wanna hear that
'Cause now I see-see-see-see all your run-down
Niggas better have my money by sun down
'Cause now when I come through I'm stylin' on 'em
It's like I got hotter than islands on 'em
They say she got colder than igloos, did she?
I'm 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
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back swingin' for that envy?
Why would they offend me?
Why they go against me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back, swingin' for that ass?

Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for, sw-sw-sw-swingin' for
Sw-swingin' for (mercy, mercy, mercy)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?)
Sw-swingin' for (thirsty, thirsty, thirsty)
Sw-sw-sw-swingin' for (why they wanna curse me, curse me, curse me?)

I'm me, don't you like what you see?
Won't you get like me?
'Cause you thought that I would die
But I'm fine
I'm me, don't you like what you see?
Won't you get like me?
'Cause you thought that I would die
But I'm fine (fine, fine)

Envy
All they do is envy
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back swingin' for that envy?
Why would they offend me?
Why they go against me?
Don't they know I'm comin' back, swingin' for that ass? (The Aphelliates nigga)

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Can Anybody Hear Me?

Pay attention
If you move, I'll fall (Devaughn on the beat)
I'm leanin' on you, you baby, you baby
Yo, yo (Trap-A-Holics)


I push, p-p-push it, I p-p-push it like I'm in labor
And he'll t-t-teach me to, teach me love my neighbor
Just w-w-wait up, I'm processin' all the data
Processin' all the data, p-p-processin' all the haters (Holiday Season)
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 it's all on me
But hey, maybe I'll never win
Maybe I'm settlin'
Can't let the devil in, I'm a comic book heroine
But when the wind blows, I'm so Marilyn (I'm so Marilyn)
Yo, write it down, take a pictures, bitches e-mail that
I came to save a thing called female rap (female rap)
But I hope my ninja powers
Don't f*ck 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 would've hugged you too (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 I'm no Lauryn Hill
Can't rap and sing on the same CD
The public won't 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, hear me say my prayers and get ready for school)

Dear God, I am only what you made me
And I appreciate everythin' that you gave me
But like, I don't wanna do it no more
Sort of lost sight of what I'm 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 I'm sorry, but I had to say goodbye
Tell Fendi, I'll never forget him
And please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted
(I'll never forget it, please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted)

Ayy, can anybody hear me? (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy, can anybody hear me?
Ayy, can anybody hear me? (Yeah-yeah)
Ayy, can anybody hear me? (Yeah-yeah)

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Still I Rise

Pay attention, biatch (uh-huh)
Shouts out, Young Stephy the assistant (yeah)
Scotty the engineer, what up?
All my niggas throwin' it up on them bikes
I see you (the Aphilliates, 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, "F*ck Fendi" but I think she was playin'
I heard she move them thangs, I think she f*ckin' Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky, that means she give him brain
She tryna be like Lil' Kim, her picture looks the same
Why she ain't signed with G-Unit, she from Queens, right?
And what's her nationality? She Chinese, right?
I mean she okay, but she ain't all that
She ain't the next bitch, tell that bitch fall back
See I'm a hater, I go hard, listen, let's begin
You know her last name Minaj? She a lesbian
And she ain't never comin' out, look at Curren$y
But every time she do an interview, you know I run and see
She get me so sick, it make me vomit
That's why I spend my time online, leaving comments
And you know, that I got some more haters with me, might hit up This Is 50
Mtv, hit up BET, tell 'em pretty, pretty please don't 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 you'll 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 you'll 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 don't understand, these labels look at numbers, it's statistics
I lose, you lose, ma, it's just logistics
Anyway, real bitches listen when I'm speakin'
'Cause if Nicki win, then all of y'all gettin' meetings, chyeah
Ask L.A. Reid, ask Jay
Then hit up Universal, see what Sylvia Rhone say
Ask Craig Kallman, you can ask Chris
Lighty, when you're done, just salute a bad bitch (chyeah)
Only underground bitch around that's 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 (still I might)
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em, "Hi"
(I'ma keep my eyes on the price)
One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce (oh-oh-oh)
Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz (ah-ah-ah-ah)

Still I rise, still I fight, still I might crack a smile
Keep my eyes on the prize, see my haters, tell 'em, "Hi" (tell 'em, Hi" for me)
One day you'll remember this, one day when we reminisce
Nothing I do ever is good enough for the music biz (oh when we reminisce)
(Remenisce, baby)

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Beam Me Up Scotty

(Trap-a-holics mixtapes)
You know they say who, who is Nicki Minaj? And
You know I'm like a multiple personality bitch
Like you know I'm, I'm you know I'm a ninja, I'm a boss
I'm, I'm da Harajuku Barbie

Who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi
Now tell me who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi, now tell me-
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, moan and groan
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it,- mit it, -mit it (chyeah)

I just heard that I was the baddest in the town
So I came down and had to pick up my crown
Went to Taiwan and had to pick up my wand
Now everybody wanna pick up my sound (chyeah)
Baddest underground since Harriet Tub (uh-huh)
That's why when I come around they hurry and run (uh)
And I know it ain't math but I carry the one (what?)
Got a couple body guards dat'll carry the guns (brrah)
Yao Ming, I'm a need a couple Asians
Sayonara bitches on that Kawasaki blazin'
Ayo, Rihanna gotta come up off dem Bajans
Call Wyclef I'ma need a couple Haitians (chyeah)

Now here my West Indies?
Where the f*ck my curry chicken and my rice and peas? (Chyeah)
My madda cunt Trinis?
My Jamaican bad gyal, all my Guyanese?

Who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi
Now tell me who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi, now tell me-
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, moan and groan
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it,- mit it, -mit it

I just found out that I was doper then Amy whinehouse, maybe
Fresh out the navy, fresher then a daisy, used to be on Baisley
Young Money bunny bitch, please say the baby
Please stop callin' me, I'm such a rock star (hey)
As-salamu alaykum, where the f*ck is Akba? (Yeah, yeah)
Give' em my keys tell' em valet my car (uh-huh)
B's pon di wheels you can see them from far
Now all I need is a real mandingo, give me good, ooh
And distribute my single, bootleg the mixtape out in Nigeria
Hit up Amadu do, he can meet da criteria
If he work da middle like a mohawk
Tell 'em he can meet me where dem girls say, "Aloha"
See I got that first class pussy and he use to gettin' coach-a
Real good chocha, f*ck is my chauffeur?

Who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi (chyeah)
Now tell me who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi, now tell me-
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, moan and groan
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it,- mit it, -mit it (chyeah)

Ahh beam me up Scotty
My w-w-whine
My whine is too dutty (chyeah)
But beam me up Scotty
My w-, buss whine
My whine is too dutty

One two buckle my shoe
No one on the corner has swagger like I do
Keep a two-two, get wetter den boo-hoo (oh)
Keep a couple stacks inside of my Lou-Lou
Excuse me I'm sorry, I got the 45 special don't worry
'Cause I'm cooler den a bloodclaat flurry
Mi like mi chicken and mi goat well curry (yeah, yeah)

Chyeah, chyeah
Now here my West Indies?
Where the f*ck my curry chicken and my rice and peas? (Chyeah)
My madda cunt Trinis?
My Jamaican bad gyal, all my Guyanese?

Who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi (chyeah)
Now tell me who say dem wan hackle mi body
Dem haffi have a permit and a license fi mi, now tell me-
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, moan and groan
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan
Admit it, -mit it,- mit it, -mit it (chyeah)

Ahh beam me up Scotty
My w-w-whine
My whine is too dutty (chyeah)
But beam me up Scotty
My w-, buss whine
My whine is too dutty

Have a permit and a license fi mi, now tell me-
Admit it, me seh me moan and groan (you dun know)
Admit it, -mit it, -mit it, moan and groan
Admit it