"Love Me"



I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me

I could be Trinity you could be Neo
I could be the mistress you the CEO
Keep in doin' the leelow in the Matrix
They be on that fake shit, they be on that spaceship like
Like love me honey all them other girls dumby
I'm a young money bunny
Look, look you the only one for me
When the peeps are out of town we in chummy with dumbies
Listen,listen I'm the one they call
When it's 3 seconds left I'm Chris Powell with the ball
Now, now that's nothing but neck
You know the starbucks getting nothing wet
Now come on

I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me

I could be Jada you could be Willy
When you talking shit I say oh you so silly
You could be the wine and I could be Whitley
Make me feel good like Haley and Billy
No it's no the monsters ball but I like to monsterball
Hoppin on the drop then we be shoppin' 'til we cap the mall
Kawasaki then we off for flight
Watch a fight, pussy poppin' on my pepper light
This one's for you, this one's for oh said this one untrue
This one's for the crew, take a swig of the brew this butt's for you

Said I really like it when you come around
Feelings I can't show there's a God I hold it down
I don't mean to be blowing you off
I just gotta make sure when I step I ain't wrong
You be fine as hell I don't wanna play myself
So I act like I really don't care
If you only knew what was really true
Is that I only wanna be with you

I like your tint jewels and your gym shoes
Always with your cruise go to drama in the sus
You win, you lose nothing to improve
You on the pedestal hood with no roof
I know that you want it but you're scurred
I know you be, I know you be checking for the girl
You don't understand you should be my man
Baby, baby, baby if you let me
I could make you love me

"Make A Baby"


If you get lost boy
Then I will find you
You'll be my rock boy
and I will climb you
But you don't notice me
It's like I'm not even here

I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay

Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby

Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]

I'll be your sun boy
And I will guide you
You'll be my wave
And I'll always ride you
And I'll give anything
To prove that I really care

I see you in the A
I see you in the bay
I see you everyday
But I don't know what to say
So I'll be at the ball
Till 12 'o clock ay
I'll be your conderella ella ay

Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby

Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]

When they seen a girl stuntin'
They thought that I was frontin
I'm not Kanye but you can't tell me nothin
I been around the world from London to Japan
I'm on the l-l-lair, L-l-lookin' for my man
'Cause ohh he's so gudda
He m-m-makes me stutter
The french vanilla trucks
Inside peanut butter
The girls wanna see him
The boys wanna be him
Get paid like perdium, from the am till the pm
So where the fucks the flashlight
Where are my binoculars
Somebody go tell him I get wetter than talapias
And I am bipopulars, Oops I mean bipolar
Search the whole solar
Ain't a bitch colder

Then maybe you and maybe me
Can maybe we m-m-make a baby
Then maybe you and me and we
Can make a baby let's make a baby

Let's make a baby, l-l-lets make a baby [x4]

"Marilyn Monroe"



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

It's 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 want to 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)
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

"Masquerade"


Feel the beat at the drum
Move like you really wanna be number one
You could 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 repeat it like a percussion
Chuck the deuce up, and tell 'em it's just love

Damn diggity dog
Let them bums stay mad cause we're living it up
Shelve tops is on
And I'm popping, like I'm popping
Like a popping some corn

And now, I don't wanna take you
If we fall down
Don't get upset, and now it's just the beginning
And we'll figure it out somehow

Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right, now, it's something you can create
It's never ever too late
It's never ever too late
Right now
Okay to make a mistake
Yeah baby this is your day
It's time to masquerade

Bass bass
Feel the bass in your face
Hit the finish line
First place in the race
Yes, king kong on your chest
Running and I'm coming up
Baton to your left
Yup, you could be who you want
You could be who you is
Never be who you aren't
Never ever fold under pressure
Desperate times, get desperate measure

Damn diggity dog
Let them bums stay mad cause we're living it up
Shelve tops is on
And I'm popping, like I'm popping
Like a popping some corn

And now, I don't wanna take you
If we fall down
Don't get upset, and now it's just the beginning
And we'll figure it out somehow

Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right, now, it's something you can create
It's never ever too late
It's never ever too late
Right now
Okay to make a mistake
Yeah baby this is your day
It's time to masquerade

Imma call you afro cause you're never bald
Fuck all you bitches and I'll never call
Next day, suck my teste
I ain't playing games
Bitch but check mate
Breaker 1 9 [x3]
All my party people let me see ya one time

Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right now masquerade, master the merry go round
Right, now, it's something you can create
It's never ever too late
It's never ever too late
Right now
Okay to make a mistake
Yeah baby this is your day
It's time to masquerade
Right now

"Massive Attack"
(feat. Sean Garrett)



[Nicki Minaj]
It’s Barbie (barbie, barbie, barbie)

[Sean Garrett]
We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla

[Nicki Minaj]
Tom-tom like in Lebanon
Hotter than in Pakistan
Click click click Young Nick the atomic bomb
yeah, see ya then you lick ya tongue, bet that
It tastes good getcha some
Wicked, got ten bad bitches
We sh sh shut it down
Now the club got glitches, dig it?
and while you do that GT's pullin up
yeah, spaceship E.T's in the cut, yeah
Pop a bottle just to get my head right
Tell the doctor go and get my med's right
Monster, you know it wouldn't be proper
If we didn't return with a big rocket launcher

[Sean Garrett - Chorus:]
Massive attack, mm Massive attack
Got the bomb bombs make the whole club go back, eeeh
Bend the knees, jig em bring this one back back, eeeh
like a swagger mum, bring on this track, eh
Massive attack, mm Massive attack
What's the numba mean, no more say that's that eh
Never find me in the club laid back
I wanna jump to this jam all night until we see the sun

[Nicki Minaj]
So, so hot in here it feels like a jungle (yeah)
Me don't like boys that ain't Jumbo (yeah)
One time bust a shot for my champion girls,
tell 'em guys super size me a combo
Know I got the ammo, that's why I bulletproofed the Lambo
In the Middle East on a camel
Running through the jungle – Rambo
Liberace tango
Swinging on a vine, mango (mango)
So call me Simba little mama
'Cause Mufasa couldn't stop a bitch
I fly in on that choppa just to buy Balenciaga
It's just me Mr. Miyagi and the phantom of the opera
Goin blocka muthafucka
Got that big rocketlauncher

[Sean Garrett - Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
Detonatin a bomb, detonatin a fire
Rosé by the bucket
Money make an attire
Detonatin a bomb, detonatin them hits
Gonna buy out the bar
Oh my (oh my) bitches is rich
Ya better duck when it comes
better duck cause it's comin
Best believe when you ru-ru-ru-runnin
Now tell that bitch that Nicki said this
We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster!

[Sean Garrett]
We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
We got tom-toms over here bigger than a monster
Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla

[Sean Garrett - Chorus]

"Mi Casa"



I got dhat hard gucc
U know dese bitches eazy
I got that cold flu
I got dhat itchy sneezy
U in dhat mitzubeeshy
I'm in dhat bently gt
I'm takin trips wid papi
U walkie talkie copy
I got dem pookie feens
Miqht rOCC summ juicy jeans
I mean sum juicy sweats
Maybe sum lose yuh seps
I play foul no free throw
Bitch I ball no peep show
Deadass no peep show!
Brought ah run pronto
With a front condo
Daughter, son gon doh
Watchin telemundo
Flyer den ah rocket
Money in my poly pockets
Whachu coppin
Keep dhat work insidee my pippy lonq stockinqs
BITCH!

"Mind On My Money"
(feat. Brinx, Busta Rhymes)



I got my mind on my money and I'm not goin awayyyy...
So keep on gettin yur paper...

[Brinx:]
Now you hold it's yur excellence... see I t.c oh forward slash president...
east side resident oh so evident... brinx billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26's on the side of em...
ninas on the side of em... goonies on the side of em... anybody can get it boy be careful on the side of them...
these niggas are burial guns no fearial... money hungry honey with me if you holla she gonna carry you...
flyer than a aireal vechical gerital... sittin on my feet when I'm stuntin on them people...
I tell no fabels everyhting chillen... fax machines office max see me for that paper...
you workin for short bread ain't my money long youngin...
bxtch I'm on trappin more digits than a phone number different time zones on em kill them niggas lyrcially...
left side of my closet look invaded by italy... right side paris left side flaggin paper is is my main chick me and money married...
and that's all a nigga knoes bitch that's why them brand new niggas is all up on my old shxt...

[Speaking: Nicki Minaj]
That's what I did I came up out the truck... you what I'm sayin... I chuck my dueces like...
that's all I do like... young money nicki minaj it's the ninja harajuku barbie and all of that...
nah I'm sayin all that... me gettin money you writin disses we gettin money... yeaaaaa boiiiiii

Hit me my limozine... all in yur magazine... and when I come they betta lean like a Promethazine
they say nicki nice... I'm about my money mama... and tell michelle I got my eye on barack obama...
tryin to get that modana you kno hannah montanna... and you can find me sittin indian style with the dolly lama...
konichiwa I get my yin and say sayonara... I'm medatating and I'm in conhootz with a higher power...
mind on money money on mind mind mind on my money mind (yo hoe rai que quo)... mind on money ay mind on my money babe...
how does this money taste wine in yo moneys face... you see the signs and the teachings...
well if you didn't knoe well this is grindin season... now and go get yur gangs signs throw it up...
all my niggas on them bikes throw it up... we don't care what you say... we ain't gonna win no way...
my niggas bring the heat like a summer day... so mind on my mutha fckn money mind on my mutha fckn money oooooo...

[Speakin: Busta Rhymes]
Ayo I speak forgien lanuages and shxt... but the lanuage is speak is that monney lanuage...
hahahah flipmode bxtch... brinx I like how we do the brinx truck job on these niggas homey...
time after time again I like niggas and remind niggas how I hold out on mutha fckas...

Niggas out here frontin about they bread you can't trust it niggas my money so stupid call me warren busta buss nigga...
glad it ain't a toss and everything about me butters I've been counting money so long I see dollar signs and different colors...
my money is smear and smutherd yur money you hear me brotha been about that bread like I was broke or still in the gutta...
and in case you ain't knoe there will be no repalcement and them bags of arab money I got stashed in the basement face it...
when ever I shine I glisten and when ever I talk you listen ain't no money gettin made in these street
without my premission I keeps it drug infested my money is well invested it's to the point my ?
is well respected you need to check my method I promise you I be the wrong nigga that's comes to my money
that you ever want to mess with grind like missionary labor holding indigutary paper you already knoe my team is filled with ? ears we made you...
I don't give a fck about yur stipulation... type of bread appropriate for every situation...
you can tell by the jewlery sittin on my collar from the bread to the crib I knoe all about the dollar

"Moment 4 Life"
(feat. Drake)



I fly with the stars in the skies
I am no longer trying to survive
I believe that life is a prize
But to live doesn't mean you're alive
Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire
I get what I desire, it's my empire
And yes I call the shots, I am the umpire
I sprinkle holy water upon the vampire
In this very moment I'm king
In this very moment I slay Goliath with a sling
In this very moment I bring, put it on everything
That I will retire with the ring
And I will retire with the crown, yes
No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes
Clap for the heavy weight champ, me
But I couldn't do it all alone, we
Young money raised me, grew up out in Baisley
South side Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy
Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me
Shout out to my haters,
Sorry that you couldn't faze me
Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated
Best believe that what we done this moment
Will be syndicated, I don't know
This night just remind me of
Everything they deprived me of
Put your drinks up
It's a celebration every time we link up
We done did everything they could think of
Greatness is what we on the brink of

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
Cause in this moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
This is my moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive

[Drake:]
When I tell them hoes bow, bow, bow to me
Drop down to your knees
Young Money, the mafia, that's where the love cease
I'm in a Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz
Doing Target Practice
All these Bitches just aiming to please
Shout out to the C.E.O., 500 degrees
Shout out to the O.V.O. Red wings and Fatigues ah
Niggas wanna be friends,
How coincidental, this was supposed to be ya'll year?
We ain't get the memo
A young king, pay me in gold
Forty got a bunch of weed, he ain't even rolled
These niggas be dropping songs
They ain't even cold
Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even home...Yet
Yeah, be very afraid
These other rappers getting bodied and carried away
Fuck it, me and Nicki nick getting married today
And all you bitches that be hating
Can catch the bouquet
Ooh, yeah, you a star in my eyes
You and all them white girls, party of five
Are we drinking a little more, I could hardly decide
I can't believe we really made it
I'm partly surprised
I swear, damn, this one for the books
Man, I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man
I'm really trying to make it more than what it is
Cause everybody dies but not everybody lives

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
Cause in this moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
This is my moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive

This is my moment
I waited all my
Life, I can tell it's time
Drifting away, I'm
One with the sunsets
I have become alive

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
Cause in this moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive

I wish that I could have this moment
For life, for life, for life
This is my moment I just feel so
Alive, alive, alive, alive

"Mona Lisa"



You make me, you make me, ooh
You make me

If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me

You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain't worried about me
And I'll pick up that lease
He ain't worried about me
See
If it's you and me then it's you and me
Baby we don't worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don't give two fucks
He ain't worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up

If you look at my
If you look at my love
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me

I don't wanna fight but, I'll fuck around and shoot you
I don't 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
You'll see
You'll see, I ain't worried about a he
See
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't worried about a he
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain't worried about a he
And he ain't worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain't worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain't never taking niggas, ain't worry bout me

"Muny"


[Chorus:]
Oh no we don't play with silly girls
All I know is the material girls
Give me the muny, the cars, the case loads, 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 mu-mu-mu-mu-muny, the mu-mu-mu-mu-muny, muny, muny

[Verse 1:]
Told y'all on Drake's shit, told y'all to fixate
Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape
I ain't 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 ain't got to wonder if I want to lease or buy
And i dictate how I'm gonna piece the pie
I ain't talkin' about no muthafuckin pizza pie
Caus' I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin
Seen his little weiner, but we don't like Nathans
Na, homie you gon' need a bigger cock-pit
Caus when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit
(Aye, yo captian, aye yo cap', I, I don't wanna hear that navigation, baby pa'
I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get some sleep, ya dig?)

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
I'm in the UK but just for one day
Whose to say I won't come back again
Materialistic I'm narcissistic, my shoe game is mean it's so sadistic
I took a learjet to cop some lipstick, yeah I'mma risk it, I'm optimistic
I sip on Rosé you sip your mistake my flows' a biscuit short of a picnic
Okay, Versace Pythons, Louis aviators, Balenciagas and they gotta be the gladiators
Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson, I'm 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, I'ma need that cover baby girl, it's Pink Friday, ya dig)

[Chorus]

[Hook:]
Material, I'm always on that new shit
Material, this shit is exclusive
Material, material world for material girls (girls, girls, girls)
Material, don't ever get the truth bent
Material, I could get you the blueprint
Material, material world for material girls (girls, girls, girls)

[Outro:]
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material, girls (girls, girls, girls)
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material
Material, material, ma-ma-material, girls

"N.I.G.G.A.S."
(feat. Angel De-Mar)



[Nicki Minaj:]
This is for my niggas that did bids
All uh my niggas that's doin time, for some shit that they ain't did
This is for my niggas that wild out
All uh my niggas that ride out, All my niggas that hide out

This is for my niggas that buy weight
Niggas that leave on Monday, come back on a Friday
This is for my niggas that get high
All uh my niggas that get by, All my niggas that get fly

This is for my niggas that cop dutches
All uh my niggas throwin it up on them bikes n pop clutches
This is for my niggas that don't snitch
All uh my niggas that don't bitch, All my niggas that tore fifths

This is for my niggas that don't cry
All uh my niggas that don't smile, All my niggas that don't lie
This is for my niggas that take care
All uh dey kids order some bids, N take em to daycare

This is for my niggas that don't settle
All uh my niggas that push pedals, All my niggas with gold medals
This is for my niggas that play ball
Niggas that wanna get in the game so they niggas can cake off

This is for my niggas that gave up
All uh my niggas that's laid up And ya mind is made up
This is for the borough of Sean Bell (Rest In Peace)
All uh my niggas with strong will, All my niggas that gone kill

This is for my niggas than stand up
All uh my niggas that's gon fight All my niggas that man up (C'mon)
This is for my niggas with big dreams
All uh my niggas in sick jeans, That be spittin they sixteens

This is for the Tims n, This is for the Brims n
This is for the Trims n, This is for the rims n
This is for the kings n, This is for the bosses
This is for the blings n, Niggas in the Porches

This one's for Malcolm, This one's for Martin
Wish I coulda thanks them, Look what they started
This is cause I'm tired uh losin (Tired of losing)
Even though my music is crack, Guess I'm tired of using

It's like I'm tired of rappin it & I ain't even rapped yet
I'm Tired n I'm askin am I Ready for the rapture see
I'm just a little girl, Caught in a mixed up world
Shoutout my girls that be callin me sista girl

All of you silence
For all of this violence
For all of my mens that's locked in the pens
And trapped in the silence

[Angel De-Mar:]
I aee you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seee youu
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seeee youuu

[Nicki Minaj & Anel De-Mar:]
Hold On (I See You) Hold On Hold On
Hold On Hold On Hold On Hold On Hold On
Keep trying
Kee-eep tryy-yinnn'

"Nicki Minaj Speaks [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]"


Holiday, Holiday, slow that shit DOWN!
C'mon now, they done.. they know I do it
They know when I do it it get done
Two sticks in my bun, but, but first of all
when I say two sticks in my bun, I mean
that when I put a bun in my hair
Like when I put my hair in a ponytail
and I wrap my hair in a bun
I put two Chinese sticks in my bun with the Chinese bang
Cause y'all y'all minds is in the gutter
That's what two sticks in my bun mean, okay?
But Holiday you already know, y'knahmsayin?
They heard that hard spittin, they heard that fast shit
NOWWWW, y'know, you gotta slow it down for them y'know
Umm, they wanna hear me sing
Y'know behind every bad bitch there's a really sweet girly, girl
There's a really sweet, Harajuku Barbie, and umm
Now it's time for them to hear me [inhales]
get all nice and soft and, moist
I I mean, I'm-I'm sorry I didn't mean, I didn't mean to say that
I meant, this is the portion of the tape where
I just wanna be more, y'know, delicate and... wet
[SPLASH] I'm I'm, I'm so, I I, I didn't mean to say that
I meant, that y'know, Holiday just slow it down daddy!

"Nicki Minaj Speaks [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]"


Okay so I'm just, y'know
briefly run down my shoutouts, um
Shoutout to all of the deejays
that's ever showed Nicki Minaj love
I love you right back, um
Shoutout to DJ Holiday, um, y'know
just cause he has really nice eyes
and y'know he's really sexy and all that
Um, shout out to, my baby Big Mike
and Trapaholics, and, um
Sticks Malone and DJ Infamous and DJ Drama
Um, I also have a very crazy manager
Her name is Debra Anthony
And um, she's psychotic, she's bi-polar, um
but nevertheless she's mine, ALL MINE
Oh, I have to share her with Gucci Mane
and I have to share her with, OJ Da Juice
and I have to share her with the So Icey boys
and, y'know Waka Flocka Flame and all that but
y'know she's all mine anyway [echoes]

("The Aphilliates, nigga! Holla at'cha..")

"No Flex Zone (Remix)"
(originally by Rae Sremmurd)



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 your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I’m a trendsetter
I’m a go-getter

Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
Wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt??
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
...THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER!
Do your fucking research
You ain’t know this the no rip zone
This the "You can’t beat Nicki” 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 Nic's 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 skill, ain’t nobody wanna see her
Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain’t pushing out I'mma 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 your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I’m a trendsetter
I’m a go-getter

"Only"
(feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown)



[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout ya'll niggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
Dez hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck wit', mad bitches we don't fuck wit'
I don't fuck wit' them chickens unless they last name is cut let
Let it soak in like seasoning
And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2 - Drake:]
I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought God damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yea, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yea, that's right, I like my girls BBW, yea
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yea, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever try to fuck
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne:]
I never fucked Nic and that's fucked up
If I did fuck she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
Cause she act like she need dick in her life
But that's another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend would beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take mother's instead
You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout running in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes wit me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga
I been praising, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Bloodgang take the B off behavior, my nigga
For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, nigga
Now you see me, nigga, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in the clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To please pour me a drink and celebrate with me

[Hook]

"Outro"



Shout out to S B the hype man
And Joe the Boss and Bimi, and umm
My darling big sister Monie Love
Umm shouts out to my entertainment laywers and my accountants
Umm shout out to Southside, Jamaica, Queens
New York City, everybody that shows me lots of love
in Philly and Connecticut and Rhode Island and y'know
Ohio and, yeah everywhere I go there's just so much love
So I love you girls SO much
And, y'know shout out to all my Africans y'know
Because they bootleg my mixtape out in Nigeria
Hit up Amadou, he can make the Cartier-a
And shout out YouTube dot com forward slash Nicki Minaj TB
MySpace dot com foward slash Nicki Minaj
A shout out to WorldStarHipHop, um
for keeping me so relevant, in a world of irrelevant bitches
Just y'know be a bad bitch, never be a stupid bitch
Step your pussy up and all that
Am I forgetting somebody? I'm not forgetting anybody am I?
Oh you know what you're right
Somebody brought the name up
I don't know if they'll even understand
Do they even know this guy, out here in the United States?
Umm, a little dude named, Dwayne Carter
Dwayne Michael Carter, umm, y'know
He runs a label called Young Money Entertainment
And umm, y'know, he's my sensei and I'm the ninja
And umm, I love him very very fuckin much
And umm, y'know, just have to shout him out
Say thank you for EVERYTHING you've done
Y'know cause we're totally 'bout to take the globe by storm
So, umm, I can't wait. Bye! ("HOLIDAY SEASON!!")

"Pills N Potions"



Pills and potions
We're overdosing
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

Ayo they could never make me hate you
Even though what you was doing wasn't tasteful
Even though you out here looking so ungrateful
I'mma keep it moving, be classy and graceful
I told 'em it's no friends in the game
You ain't learned that yet
All the bridges you came over, don't burn that yet
Niggas want respect, but niggas ain't earned that yet
Self-righteous, and entitled
But they swearing on the Bible that they love you
When really they're no different from all your rivals
But I still don't wish death on 'em, I just reflect on 'em

Pills and potions
We're overdosing
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

Yo, people will love you and support you when it's beneficial
I'mma forgive, I won't forget, but I'mma dead the issue
Soon as you out the niggas lives is when they start to miss you
They see you doing good now it's kinda hard to diss you
Niggas be sick when they remember all the bad they wished you
Niggas be mad when they can't come and live lavish with you
But I sped off in the Benzy, I see the envy when I'm causing a frenzy
So I pop pills for 'em, cop cribs in the hills on 'em

Pills and potions
We're overdosing
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
I get high off your memory
In due time, we'll be fine
In due time...

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still lo-o-ove, I still love
I still love, I still love
I still love, I still love

"Playtime Is Over"


[Big Mike:]
Big mike, the new baddest bxtch in the game
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let's get this shit poppin, playtime is ova motha fucka

[Nicki Minaj:]
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
I'm tinkerbell he's peter pay-a
To these rap bitches I'm mother may-a
I wanna kno why you waste your yime
On these rap hoes that don't write they rhymes
Get a can of a sprite with a twist of lime
Money money money always on my mind
Coupe color purple no I'm 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 don't be late
Play time is ova 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, yea they love me long time
Yes I'm the girl that you heard of
I commit murda
I body bitches I don't need a burna
Queens, oh yes I rep queens
Little white T, plus sum tight jeans
I make it heard for these chicks to breath
Wrist on freeze I freeze up my sleeves
We gettin money like it grow on trees
Stay on my a Q'z I stay on my P'z
After I'm done the you will acknowledge
I'm the president never went to college
I'm a bad bitch I don't need no stylist
Tell a bitch holla when she get my dollas
Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin
Got the illest dude in the game speakin my name
I'm the one, I'm the one you heard me
Same number they stiched on mcGrady jersey
If I show you how to do it will you reimburse me
Let me put on my pumps let me grab my skirt see,
I am such a lil ladys let me do my curtsi
Fuck a dry pussy bitch cause I know she thirsty.

"Pony Tail"
(feat. Mya)



[Nicki Minaj:]
Damn right a Bitch Qualified
I should work for Homicide
Kill these guys, Put em on forensic files
Uh... M-M-Man down when I bring da Lamb round
He say nicki u da best Hands down
Flyer than a Airlift
Pull it with no hairclips
Ponytail, no Scrunchie
Parrachute, No bungy
Peggy and Al Bundy
Ballin like Van Gundy
Alligator Heels on
Crocodile Dundy...

[Mya:]
Let me get that,
Slick back, put my hair in a ponytail, (ponytail),
And if you get that
Pull that
From da back, baby can you make me wet, (make me wet)

O oh oh...
That's fine
Oh oh oh
All night... If you Qualify

Just let me get that,
Slick back, put my hair in a ponytail, (ponytail),

Pull it, Pull it
Pull it, Pull it
Pull it Pull it
[x2]

"Pound The Alarm"


Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Yo, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them
Some call me nicki, and some call me roman
Skeeza, pleeza, I'm in Ibiza (whoa)
Giuseppe Zannotti my own sneaker
Sexy, sexy that's all I do
If you need a bad bitch
Let me call a few
Pumps on and them little mini skirts is out
I see some good girls, I'm a turn 'em out
Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, what?
Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle, let's go.

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!

I wanna do it for the night, night
So get me now, and knock this over
I wanna do it like you like, like
Come get me, baby, we're not getting younger
I just want you tonight, night
Baby, we won't do it for life, life

Oh-ohh

Music, makes me, high

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!
The Alarm!

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more
We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor
You know we getting hotter, and hotter
Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down

Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!
Pound the alarm!