New shit
Jump Off 2007
Ms. Nicki, let's get it popping, baby
Come on
Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga
It's Minaj, lil mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch (come on)
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party (uh-huh)
Rock some Ed Hardy in 44 (okay)
You arrive, when it just get started
I come through at two, and I don't get carded (haha)
Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon (kyuh)
Mami ya flow sick, my flow's retarded (okay)
'Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded shit
'Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound (okay)
Take the small bus all year round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head (okay)
Bottle of new meds (word), a good pair of Keds
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws (kyuh)
When I count to three, hit the floor (come on)
Dang lil' mama, pick up ya jaw (uh)
That there's the Chevy, 64 (haha)
You that bitch, I'm the boss (okay)
I'm a have my bodyguard (yeah), dust me off (uh)
'Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover (Light)
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks (uh-huh)
Rockin' the corset, sip drinks in my minks (let's go)
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe, he should bring the Trey P
Already know these lames is gonna hate me (yeah)
But, um, lately, it only motivate me (uh-huh)
Want it with the squad (okay), gotta come through me (alright)
Now hit the dance floor, nigga, one, two, three
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Nicki Minaj - Jump Off 07 Lyrics
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New shit
Jump Off 2007
Ms. Nicki, let's get it popping, baby
Come on
Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga
It's Minaj, lil mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch (come on)
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party (uh-huh)
Rock some Ed Hardy in 44 (okay)
You arrive, when it just get started
I come through at two, and I don't get carded (haha)
Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon (kyuh)
Mami ya flow sick, my flow's retarded (okay)
'Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded shit
'Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound (okay)
Take the small bus all year round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head (okay)
Bottle of new meds (word), a good pair of Keds
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws (kyuh)
When I count to three, hit the floor (come on)
Dang lil' mama, pick up ya jaw (uh)
That there's the Chevy, 64 (haha)
You that bitch, I'm the boss (okay)
I'm a have my bodyguard (yeah), dust me off (uh)
'Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover (Light)
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks (uh-huh)
Rockin' the corset, sip drinks in my minks (let's go)
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe, he should bring the Trey P
Already know these lames is gonna hate me (yeah)
But, um, lately, it only motivate me (uh-huh)
Want it with the squad (okay), gotta come through me (alright)
Now hit the dance floor, nigga, one, two, three
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Jump Off 2007
Ms. Nicki, let's get it popping, baby
Come on
Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga
It's Minaj, lil mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch (come on)
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party (uh-huh)
Rock some Ed Hardy in 44 (okay)
You arrive, when it just get started
I come through at two, and I don't get carded (haha)
Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon (kyuh)
Mami ya flow sick, my flow's retarded (okay)
'Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded shit
'Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound (okay)
Take the small bus all year round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head (okay)
Bottle of new meds (word), a good pair of Keds
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws (kyuh)
When I count to three, hit the floor (come on)
Dang lil' mama, pick up ya jaw (uh)
That there's the Chevy, 64 (haha)
You that bitch, I'm the boss (okay)
I'm a have my bodyguard (yeah), dust me off (uh)
'Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover (Light)
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks (uh-huh)
Rockin' the corset, sip drinks in my minks (let's go)
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe, he should bring the Trey P
Already know these lames is gonna hate me (yeah)
But, um, lately, it only motivate me (uh-huh)
Want it with the squad (okay), gotta come through me (alright)
Now hit the dance floor, nigga, one, two, three
Where my chicks? (Uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks (ayy, ayy)
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips (oh, oh)
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes (kyuh, kyuh)
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, f*ck a suit (yes sir)
If you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop, whoop)
You can get it
Writer: Onika Tanya Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group