Ha ha, ha ha
It's your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches
Listen, y'all better buckle y'all motherfuckin' seat-belts broads
It's goin' down

Fitted down and I'm 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 tu in the game like ten years strong
tu bitches still can't write ya own damn songs
tu see me on the stoop man these birds just salute me
Whether I'm in the coupe, cupé o the hoopti, Duke see
I'm always with a dude, that'll 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 I'm the one, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
Your girl get it poppin' like dynamite
Dynamite, the coca cola albino white
Name one perra in the game, that I can't 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 (or)
perra want it with me? Living the life lo-ca
Oh, I get it tu a joker
Leave a dot on your head, and I ain't talking bout polka
tu the type, that be runnin' ya mouth
See tu on the block, wanna run in ya house
I'm with that nigga Fendi, never fucks with a slouch
I fuck with dirty money, like what's under the couch
Cause ain't a perra could fuck with my flow
When it comes to drugs, mami just say no
Either you're on something o you're S-L-O
Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos (sketels) know
I come, cum hard, I don't come with garbage
Just one phone call, they gon' come regardless
I always got the ball ma, I don't roll with starters
Write my own bars and my flow's the hardest, nigga