I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that'll let Saks have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Wax on? Wax off National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce On The Run Tour, with my mask off
Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Male or female, it make no difference I stop the world, world stop Carry on
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek Ridin'-ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh) Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say, "Yeah nigga you right" He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I say, "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Panky full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that bounce baby
Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby hold up I can heal your migraine
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You bitches will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban Ain't gotta rely on top 40 I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap Who is the queen and things of that Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a lazer Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
You like it don't you? Snitches! Young money
Writer/s: Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Chauncey A. Hollis, Nicki Minaj, Odis Flores, Shakur Thomas, Solana I Rowe
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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