"I Got Next"



I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it

This is for the little girls that say ,Nicki you pretty
When you come to the city you don't act all sadiddy
You be all on the block or posted up in the drop
And everybody get a band whether you like it or not
But how you girls blow up and don't come to the hood
And how they raise their nose up like they don't come from the hood
Most of them be in sight till it's time for picture
That's why everything they write be a contradiction
I tell 'em I do it for the love I do it for the hugs
I do it for the bus, I do it for the thugs
I do it for the rich I do it for the poor
I do it for the kid that can't do no more

I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it

This is for my lil homies that be asking for kisses
When I'm granting their wishes they be passing their digits
Carry up on the block getting screwed by the cop
Cutting school getting off whether they like it or not
They'll break in your dough might break your jaw
They'll bring back a lot if you bring them an o
But what you really ain't know they airborne for start
With the ball in the gutter they can't turn no dodge
No matter the scauldron lieutenant or sergent
Aitforce the army airforce in army
For tits is on em no heat is on em
'Cause grand mama prayed that he'd leave the corner

I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it

I remember when I was everything in the fire
I know I got fire 23's on my tire
Shout out to my brothers Jelani and Micaiah
Thanks to the Messiah my money getting higher
One time for my niggas that be hugging the block
Two times for my niggas that be ducking the cop
Three times for my girls that pushing their own ride
Still she ain't no ride 'cause bitches they don't like
Sometimes you get mad when I blaze the gun
I see you without a man might erased your sun
But look when you blow up everybody gon' shut up
This goes out to everybody on the coma

I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next, I'm on my grind
I got next, I'm gonna shine
I got next, it's my time
I got next, to get mine
I got next
And it don't matter what they say
We gon' make it

"I Just Borrow"
(feat. RU Spits)



Okay so what's a Barbie to do, I mean?
It's like, it's like I'm the baddest Barbie in the fucking world
I mean, this is some vintage Nicki Minaj shit, throwback shit
I mean come on now it's Barbie bitch!

[RU Spits:]
I don't got a dollar tonight, I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

[Nicki Minaj:]
I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels, or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but I'll fuck your friend (whoop!)

[RU Spits:]
Trick you crazy
Tryna play me
Way cooler than AC's
Your boy be cakey
Roll hard like Stake Key
Dimes embrace me
Lace me, they bring the whip cream to taste me
If I buy you a drink you gotta compensate me
Damn girl you bootyful, I mean beautiful
Me and you together ain't no telling what we could do
Flee for a week or two, you can bring your peoples too
Bullshit or not, I ain't even got a reason to
When I smoke clear my dear I'm tryna leave with chu
Slitho B's the keys, I get the vehicle
Pull up to the front
I'm a roll another blunt (whoo!)

[RU Spits:]
I don't got a dollar tonight I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

[Nicki Minaj:]
I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels, or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but I'll fuck your friend

[Nicki Minaj:]
Listen play boy, boy
I don't know why you tryna play the girl like a toy, toy
I don't care 'bout your ends that you spend boy
I'm tryna holla at your friend he a ten boy
Look, you see Christian Dior on my tits
I don't care if you spit, I don't care if your name RU Spits
Nicki you still a brew chick
But I rock with cha fella like the S Dot Kidd
Niggas wanna know her but a bitch so cocky
"Miss bow for her" 'cause my wrists so rocky
Who gon' top me?
Who gon' stop me?
Nickname shippy TV that where they watch me

[RU Spits:]
I don't got a dollar tonight I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

[Nicki Minaj:]
I ain't got a man sometimes I do borrow
Don't care about your cars, your jewels, or your cash (nope)
Make my own ends in a bubblegum Benz
I ain't feeling your style but I'll fuck your friend

[RU Spits:]
Spits the kid that'll hit em' and dodge
I need a chick that me rip right in my homie garage
You know the type?

[Nicki Minaj:]
Not Nicki Miraj

[RU Spits:]
Yeah right
Let me bring you to a place we can party all night

[Nicki Minaj:]
Look family, I don't think you understand me
Hold on a minute tell you what the plan be
Think it's 'bout time you moved on to plan B
You can catch me, where your man be

[RU Spits:]
Aight, listen boo, you ain't gon' be dissin RU
If you feeling my dude let's pull a little switch-a-roo
Send your friend over she get hit with some pimpin' too
'Bout to make moves, let me know, what you wan do?

[RU Spits:]
I don't got a dollar tonight I'll just borrow
Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow
I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model
And I ain't got to spit no game I pop bottles

"I Lied"


[Intro:]
Ooh ooh ooh [x3]
I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart

[Verse 1:]
Even though I said I didn’t love you I lied I lied
Even though I said I didn’t need you I lied I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
Even though I said don’t touch me I lied, I lied
I can’t fall for you, can’t give my all to you
Can’t let you think that Imma let the game stall for you
Gotta protect me you gotta sweat me
You said you thought you was ready and I said let’s see
But I ain’t mean that, I need some fucking proof
Cause what happens if I fall in love then you cut me loose
You just a heart breaker won’t let you break mine
Cause I’ll be smashing windows and cutting them break lines

[Hook:]
I lied
Cause who knew that if I just let myself go with you
Who knows, who knows, so I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh

[Verse 2:]
Even though I said fuck you, I lied, I lied
I thought eventually you would let me go
That was my insecurities and my ego
Missed my jump shot missed my free throw
Miss the way we kiss, miss the D yo
Man it was good while it lasted
That shit wasn’t real it was magic
If it was a record it would have been classic
But fuck you though, orgasmic

[Bridge:]
This is what I gotta do to keep me from falling
Stalling the truth, who knew what you’d
Do If I let you in
My mama ain't raised no fool
I am not your usual typical type
Who would protect me if I never hide?
Falling so fast I am afraid of you

[Outro:]
So I lied, I lied, I lied
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
To keep you from breaking my heart, ooh
I lied, ooh baby, oooh
Cause what if I let myself go with you

"I Love My Range Rover"


She's so pretty
She know they want her but
She's so sididdy
They can't afford her but
All the boys there when she comes around my way
Straight out the driveway head to the highway
Red light, green light, got the best moves
Headlights beam bright got the best boobs
I call her double R my rough rider
We hit a couple malls then I remind her
Cuz on the road of life she is the spokesmodel
Her body tighter than a coke bottle

She super charge cars anything for Minaj
And she could only park in the superstar garage
'Cause she-she-she-she bad if anybody ask
Her bags is boss cuz her leather so soft
If it ain't of been softer tell 'em raise the offer
Used to fuck with a yellow bitch named Porsche
N-n-now it's me and her she say it's you Minaj
Red underneath her shoe, that's Louie Vuitton

La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rover, I-I-I love my Range Rover

Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash

She's so dope
You know she even help me transport the dope
That mama stay around that white like the pope
They get the canine but they can't smell the coke
Now you tell me why is it,
Now you tell me why is it
Don't need the ricker's visit
That is beacause I'm about the colour of the ghecko lizard
She L-Lewinsky hold ya bosses
Come around town 300 horses
Power she devour got them gettin' divorces
I don't stop for officers

And now we hit hydrolics
That's for the left turn
We dive the piece she got more horses than a western
You know she beat weight so she don't eat late
A vegetarian and she sippin' on that V8

They try to gas her they try to put it in her
You can't pass her, she faster than a TV dinner
Her liquors poppin'
We call it armarol
We chuck the deuces up

La [x28]
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover
I love my, I love my, I love my Range Rover
I love my Range Rove, I-I-I love my Range Rover

Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash
Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash
On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash

"I'm Legit"
(feat. Ciara)



[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Beat 'em like they stole something
Beat 'em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stand on my damn zanotti's
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang em' 5 percent

[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cash's flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for

[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'm a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit

"I'm The Best"



Uh, yo. Yo.
It was back in 07 did a couple of tapes.
Did a couple DVD's made a couple mistakes
Didn't know what I was doing but I put on a cape
Now it's which world tour should I go on today?
See, you told me I would lose but I won.
I might cop a million Jimmy Choo's just for fun.
Cause bitches couldn't take what's in me
Australia to Sydney
Might run up in Disney
Out in LA with Lindsey.
Got the eye of the tiger the lion of Judah
Now it's me and my time it's just me in my prime
Everything I tried to teach em' they gone see it in time.
Tell the bitches get a stick, I'm done leading the blind.
Got two shows tonight that's Brooklyn and Dallas
Then a private party at the Buckingham palace.
Which means I gotta fly like a movie no commercial
That's young money, cash money yeah, I'm universal.

I hear they coming for me.
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it,
I'm the best bitch doing it.
I'm the best best best best
I'm the best best best best

Yo, yo, I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch
Now I'm sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house.
You could never understand why I grind like I do.
Makiah and Julani why I grind like I do.
Cause even when my daddy was on crack I was crack
Now the whole album's cracked you ain't gotta skip a track.
I ain't gotta get a plaque, I ain't gotta get awards
I just walk up out the door all the girls will applaud.
All the girls will come in as long as they understand
That I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win.
Cause before they could begin you told them it was the end
But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in.
Got two bones to pick I'm a only choose one,
You might get addressed on the second album
Which means you can breathe until I mothafucking say so.
To all my bad bitches I can see your halo.

I hear they coming for me.
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it,
I'm the best bitch doing it.
I'm the be be best.
I am the Best!

Eh, Eh, it's okay.
It's okay.
Long as you know,
Long as you know,
Long as you mothafuckin know, I am the best best best best. I'm the best best best best...

I hear they coming for me
Because the top is lonely.
What the fuck they gon say?
What the fuck they gon say?
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it
I'm the best best best best. I'm the best best best best.
I'm the Best!

"Ice Cream Man"



Ch-ch-ch-cherries on the top man
B-butterscotch jam
P-put me some nuts in the cups
That's what's up man
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

Such a thug boo
I like your truck too
When I get older I'mma come over and fuck you
'Cuz that's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

That's my ice cream man, my rubber band man
Like to rock a bandana, and, and
He need an antenna
The way they watch him
Be cuter than Santana

Ice cream man, make my ice cream quickly
Imma let it sit, I like my ice cream slippery
Hickory, Dickory, call me Mike Vickory
Imma bad bitch, woof woof, I'm so thickory
Can I lick your, can I lick your ice cream cone
Do it like E.T. I make a nigga phone home
I really like vanilla, but my favorite color chocolate
Chocolate, chocolate, gargle it and gargle it

Ch-ch-ch-cherries on the top man
B-butterscotch jam
P-put me some nuts in the cups
That's what's up man
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

Such a thug boo
I like your truck too
When I get older I'mma come over and fuck you
'Cuz that's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

(Look what you're doing to me)
My ice cream man, 'cuz I can make him scream
Like a Summer Jam fan. And, and he tellaban tan
He fuck with young Nicki, since I came from Band Camp
Ice cream man, make my ice cream quick
They nominate Nick, I like Mahagondal thick
Just put a lot of nuts, Imma lick it off the tip
I fuck with real thugs, I'm not a Chippendale chixx
Now if you see my man, that's my ice cream man
Cuz I never grow up, I'm just like Peter Pan
Baskin Robins, turkey hill buyers
That other bitch bologna
So I call her Oscar Meyer

Ch-ch-ch-cherries on the top man
B-butterscotch jam
P-put me some nuts in the cups
That's what's up man
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

Such a thug boo
I like your truck too
When I get older I'mma come over and fuck you
'Cuz that's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream
That's my ice cream man

"Im Cumin"


[Verse 1:]
Okaye okaye okaye okaye (I'm cominnnnn)
Now whose hot, whose not? Shorty du whoop, it's
Cool you blood clot, (COOL), you come to the spot see if you
Don't get got, see if you don't get got when the semi go cop,
I'm like ayee what the fuck a bitch think? (uh huh) Nick, you know ain't nuttin changed but
My wink (okaye), pink on pink everything insync, I write pretty lyrics every pen pink ink,
I'm representin all my girls, niggas double up, I don't play around I'm a have to
Shut 'er down, run up into town I'm a have to get the crown, I'm the Youngs Queens
Bitch with the platinum sound, None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi brought me to
The game, Now I'm in my prime (yup), stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind
I don't needa a light but I stay in the lime,

[Hook:]
When I tell em that I'm cumin I'm cumin
Rap bitches in the game always huffin and puffin
(Damn) why these bitches always frontin for nuthin
Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin from suttin [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Guess what Nicki spit crack like yayo, yup matter fact when I rap
It okayo, Come through the hood all the boys say ayo, lettuce and tomato
Don't forget the mayo, Words in the street that Nicki don't play doe,
Bitches pop shit but they soft like play dough, gotta lotta banks so she wanna be
Me, I gotta full tank little momma on E, I fly first class overseas on this BB, snapple
In my hand and it's strawberry kiwi, I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me
You Mrs. Me too like you always say me me, I'm who they believe in, mami
Don't even, Soon as I put the keys in I switch like seasons, get a couple beats from my
Nigga dough bezy, why would I go hard when this shit is so easy,

[Hook x2]

"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, y'know obviously for me
I don't feel like that cause it's me y'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, y'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, y'know
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
Annnnd, I want it the most!

"Itty Bitty Piggy"


Yep [x24]

Yo a yo I was on the plane wit Dewayne
You can call me Whitley I go to hill mane.
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 fuckin' the Yankee.
I was fuckin' wit base, I was pitchin' to Franky.
These bitches so cranky, give them a hanky.
My mommy I'm cold gimme my blanky

Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa Okay Okay Whoa Whoa Holiday Wait Hold on Hold on
Holiday You can't give it to them dry like that you got to get that shit
Wet first nigga like come on now you got to prep them for shit like that
They cant just get that shit right of the top Like you got to bring that
Shit back, Bring that shit the fuck back

Yep [x24]

Yo a yo I was on the plane wit Dewayne
You can call me Whitley I go to hill mane.
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 fuckin' the Yankee.
I was fuckin' wit base, I was pitchin' to Franky.
These bitches so cranky, give them a hanky.
My mommy I'm cold gimme my blanky

Flyer then a kite I get higher than Rapunzel.
Keep the snow white I could buy it by the bundle
Stack your cookies up for they crumble.
Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumble (fumble).

'Cause I'm a steeler fresh up out the dealer.
All the dope boys gone feel her. Flow so sick I need a healer.
Fuck, where is my mac concealer.

I be out in queens on the back of fort weep weep the weep the wheelers I'm a big deal.
That's why I get more head than a pig tail.
Put some ranch on I'm gettin' the munchies.
I think I have a rap bitch from a entree'

'Cause they be thinkin' niggas 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 ride it good.
That eight o eight woof woof 'cause I ride it good.
And bitches can't find their man 'cause I ride it good.
I'm the wolf where is little red ridin' hood.

If you see an itty bitty piggy in a market.
Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it.
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-Salamu Alaykum, I put em in a field
I let Oscar Myer bake em.

And if you see an itty bitty piggy in a market.
Give that bitch a quarter and car tell her park it.
I don't fuck wit pigs like As-Salamu Alaykum,
I put em in a field and I let Oscar Myer bake em.

[Nicki talking]
It's like I'm just single handedly annihilated.
You know every rap bitch in the building.
Like like I'm Nicki minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, 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 up, it's me, I win, you lose.
Hahahahahahaha o shit hahaha yo.
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a I'm a bad bitch [x4]
Hahahahahaha

I told you, I told you before, I told you yall was gonna have to pick my fruit out.
Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out I want yall to start going to the boutiques.
Know what I'm saying.
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 can be my personal shopper.

Hahahahahahahahahahahaha
A yo

Yep [x4]

"Jump Off '07"


Queens, Queens
Ayo Fendi this the jump off right here man

Ms. Minaj little 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
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party, rock some Ed Hardy and 40/40
You arrive when it just get started
I come through at 2 and I don't get carded
Excuse me I had to beg ya pardon
Mami ya flow sick, my flows retarded
Cause you can say something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded chick
Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound
Take the small bus all year round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head
Bottle of new meds, a good pair of Keds

[Chorus:]
Where my chicks
All my girls that'll transport bricks
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
Keep a real good jean on ya hips
You can get it
And to my dudes
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew
And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit
And you got a little tree on ya boot
You can get it

Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws
When I count to three, hit the floor
Dang little mama, pick up ya jaw
That there's the Chevy, 64
You that bitch, I'm the boss
I'm a have my bodyguard, dust me off
Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks
Rockin the corset, sip drinks in my minks
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
But um lately, it only motivate me
Want it with the squad, gotta come through me
I hit the dance floor, nigga 1-2-3

[Chorus]

"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,
Mad, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him,
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 fashionistist.

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' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by,
See I used to be the wife of a king,
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing.
Now that I'm a boss bxtch,
It's a win-win,
Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin,
Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding.

[Chorus:]
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' [x2]

Get down, get down, get down down,
Get d- get down, get down, get down down,
Get down, get down, get down down,
Get down, get down on the ground,
Get down, get down on the ground.

Man, fxck a P0,
And fxck a C0,
'bout to set it off like Cleo,
Mad they done tapped my trio,
Begged my skio,
Heard the bxtch lyin' like Leo.
Anyway, I'm the ninja,
Kawasaki blazin',
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son,
So all of that yellin' in the street soon done.
Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin',
The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman.
And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in,
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')

[Chorus:]
I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, please call my auntie,
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' [x2]

Can you hear the yellin'?
Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e.
Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me.

"Kill Da DJ"


Hay; hay hay ya know it jus dawned on me I am Nicki Minaj A HAHA HAHA HAHA

[Verse 1:]
I ain't know the president live in D.C.
And I aint know they call me Nicki Lewinskie
I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C
And I aint know I be with Paris and Lindsey
I jus know dat I be on my fly girl shit
I fly girl pop up and I fly girl dip I fly girl stunt like a fly girl flip
And I dont never guzzle it I fly girl sip
Now get dat rose get dat get dat rose a lil hennesy and louie tha 13
Now every body look my way my way
Excuse all my haters cause they lookin sideways
Lets get it now

[Chorus:]
You got me wrong
You be sittin by tha bar when its yo song
You can act like you dont like it butcha do you do you do do do do do
I think Im gonna kill tha mutha fuckin DJ if he dont let let tha record replay ra ra record replay record replay
I think I'm gonna kill tha mutha fuckin DJ.

[Verse 2:]
I aint know tha police was the babylon.
And I aint know Im cold just like an avalanche
I never knew my titties was bigger than Pamelas So paparazzi flickin be
Flickin they camera I just know dat 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 girls Lips
Now get dat O.J get dat get dat O.J. a lil cranberry and some remy mone
Now every body look my way my way Excuse all tha haters cause they lookin sideways
Let's get it now

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Welcome like sex an while they be flexin cause they know dat this they song
So interestin frontin like they best in damn dem bitches got me wrong Wrong wrong wrong
Got me wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah wrong Got me wrah- wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah wrong

[Chorus:]

"Knockout"



Aww fuck it give me that damn bucket
When I throw this pussy you better not start ducking
Ohh, yo, hit em with the blow.
Look out n the crowd and everybody's yelling noo!
Grab em by his locks and give him some good boxer head
Not below the belt I wanna give em good top. top. top.
Give em good top head not below the belt I wanna give him good top!
One, two three, they yelling one, two three
I den hit em with the motherfucking court two piece tell em.
Tell em to mop out too late to tap out
Give em more head then tupays with the knockout.

"Last Chance"
(feat. Natasha Bedingfield)



[Nicki: Verse 1]
I could've been had fame, jump shot with a stupid ass aim
Caus' you couldn't get around the last name, so my cross-over wins the last game
And it's ill right, switched up the flow but it's still right
Go back to that, yeah I still might Imma just do me when it feel right
You could bring it anyday, natural bad ass NBA
Thats my initials, thats why officials don't blow the whistle, bang, bang, the pistol
And I'm bossy, can't keep these hoes up off me
Damn the flow nasty, coffee don't you do like the pope and cross me

[Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki: Chorus]
Yeah this is my last chance, last chance
Yeah this is my last chance
And shoot, I'm ready to shoot
I'm ready to shoot (I'm ready to shoot)
And I'm ready to shoot (I'm ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (I'm ready to shoot)
I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to shoot

[Nicki: Verse 2]
I get it in though, no sexueal innuendo
Nobody that I could just depend on, until I touch down in the end zone
And then they come out like roaches, p-p-pecking away like vultures
But little did they know, distribute the payroll, pick out the outfit, pick out the single
Sadly, I'm so business savy, similar protocol but the tidbits vary
Never been like me, ain't never been like this my flow's a crisis they screamin high pitch
Gun cock, pause, and I'm well away of the gun, yours
Tell 'em that I'm willing for the top Forbes, headed to the top, dot, org

[Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki: Chorus]

[Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki: Hook]
All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time
Could you believe now it's right before my eyes
Anybody trying to stop me, better not fuck with me this time
Shoot, I'm ready to shoot into the sky

[Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki: Chorus]
Yeah this is my last chance (this is your last chance), last chance
Yeah this is my last chance
And shoot, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to shoot
Only one chance one bullet in the gun (I'm ready to shoot)
This is my life and I only got one yeah (I'm ready to shoot)
Saftey's off and I put it on stun (I'm ready to shoot)
Stick 'em up, stick 'em up
[x2]

"Letcha Go"


[VERSE 1:]
Babe boy you must got nicki twisted
I would've left before but you insisted
Said that I was your all and I believed you
That's why it hurts to the core I gotta leave you
How could you love me and humiliate me
You ain't my man don't affiliate me
With all your plans cause you really made me
A lil bitch when that really ain't me
Mondays was the fun days
From the slum to the runway
Runs in the hyundai
Niggas didn't have your money it was gun play
Used to tell me to listen to what a thug say
At night I would sleep on you
And I guess I did sleep on you
Cause when they said it I said creep on who
No not my boo
Ain't what he gon do

[CHORUS:]
Oh now you wanna be with me
But you can't be with me
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go
If you wanted me in your life
You shoulda treated me right
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go

[VERSE 2:]
Why you saying you ain't feel her
You was in the villa
She was in the white chinchilla
You was sippin on a miller
My bitch pam had the hidden cam like killa
Funny how ya win some
Ya lose some
Never worry where your income would come from
Cause no matter where you was I held you down
Up north to uptown
So how you sound
Now you all up in my face bout you make mistakes
If I'da known you was fake I'da laced your steak
Strick nine one time in your welchs grape
Quit lying
Why you lying
I watched the tape
Now get up out my dressing room
Give me some f'ing room
Go get your mind right and take it as a lesson learned
Just like usher nigga you gon have to let it burn
To the left and I ain't talkin about jigga girl

[CHORUS:]
Oh now you wanna be with me
But you can't be with me
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go
If you wanted me in your life
You shoulda treated me right
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go

"Letter To Lil Wayne"



Dear Wayne
If this shit ever gets to you
Listen to me, There’s some things
I should have said to you
First of all
Every rapper need to bow to you
As a fan man I really am proud of you

Second of all I gotta say thanks
You really did alot
For my out of state banks
With that being said
Lets get down to the real
I still don’t understand
What went down with the deal

And I been waiting on you
Just to give me the word
You know, A couple nouns
And a couple of verbs
I do it for them girls
That be flippin’ the bird
Tryna get up out the hood
And get into the ‘burbs

But everything you said
Was it just pretend?
Maybe it was all a game like ESPN
I don’t really care if they hate on you
I be turning down meetings
Just to wait on you

But what I don’t understand is
Why you told them you signed me
If you wasn’t ready
To get totally behind me
I mean honestly, How could you deny me?
You know you’re Harry
And I’ll always be Hermione

I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart

Dear Wayne
I’m writing another letter cause
You never did respond
It’s been a couple months
See when I speak
I say what people wanna hear
So this will be the last thing
That they gonna hear

But this will be the realest shit
That I ever wrote
You see me falling
Why you never sent down a rope?
I woulda climbed up
But now my times up
I swear to God man
I thought you had it lined up

But if the Lord
Had a head of thorns
Who am I but a broad
With some metaphors
Knockin’ on a set of doors
Knockin’ on heavens doors

Let’s play a game, Just for pretend
Could we play a game?
Lets act like you coming to me
Like you laced up your shoes
Started running to me
And you was running out of breath
But you kept going
‘Cause you finally realized what you slept on

You could take your own life
And you’re a sinner, I made you dinner
But you better be a hell of a sprinter
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I done pulled the trigger
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger

I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart

"Lil' Freak"



Excuse me little mama but you can say I'm on duty
I'm looking for a cutie
A real big ole ghetto booty
I really like your kitty kat and if you let me touch her
I'll know your not a bluffer, I'll take you to go see Usher
I keep a couple hoes like Santa I keep a Vixen
Got that Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen
I'm hotter than a hundred degrees (wooh)
Alotta bread, (wooh) no sesame seeds
If I'm in yo city I'm signing them tig old bitties
I'm plotting on how I can take Cassie away from Diddy
The girls wanna minaj, yeah they wetter than the rainin
Usher buzz me in, everybody loves raymond

"Lollipop (Remix)"
(feat. Lil Wayne, Static Major)



[Intro:]
Ow, Uh huh
No Homo
I said he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the Rapper
She She She lick me like a lollipop
She She lick me like a lollipop
She She She She lick me like a lollipop
She She lick me like a lollipop

[Chorus:]
Shorty wanna thug (yeh)
Bottles in the club (yeh)
Shorty wanna hump (yeh)
You know I like to touch (yeh)
Those lovely lady lumps (yeh)
(she lick me like a lollipop)
Shorty wanna thug (I like that)
Bottles in the club (I like that)
Shorty wanna hump (yeh)
You know I like to touch (yeh)
Those lovely lady lumps (yeh)
Come on
Yeah

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Ok, lil mama had a sawgg like mine
She even wear her hair down her back like mine
I make her feel right when it's wrong like lyin
And man she ain't never had a love like man
But man I ain't ever seen a ass like hers
That pussy in my mouth had me lost for words
I told her back it up like urp urp
Make that ass jump like jurp jurp
And that's when she

[Lil Wayne]
She she she lick me like a lollipop (o yeh I like that)
She she lick me like a lollipop (yeh I like that)
She she she lick me like a lollipop (yeh I like that)
She she lick me like a lollipop (yeh)

[Chorus:]
Shorty wanna thug (shorty wanna thug)
Bottles in the club (bottles in the club)
Shorty wanna hump (wanna hump)
You know I like to touch (like to touch)
Those lovely lady lumps (lovely lady lumps)
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Those lovely lady lumps

[Static Major]
Ok After you back it up then stop
Drop it shorty
Drop it like it's hot
Ooooo drop it like it's hot
Don't stop

[Nicki Minaj while Static sings]
Ay um
You know
They noe I got the fattest pussy in the business
Like I don't even know why ya
Ya know wat I mean
Like come on
I'm Nicki Minaj
Ya know how the fuck I do
Nicki-lewinski
President Cater
Young Money

[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Shorty wanna li li li li lick me like a lollipop
Shorty said he li li like the way I make punany pop
Shorty wanna li li lick me in the candy apple drop
I got that presidential cooch
When he see it he salute
Cause ain't no nappy pubes
Just alot of juice
A little mohawk
Posing for the Photog
He get me so
He get me so
He get me so smart
He make my pussy sing Ahhhhh
Like it's Mozart
He say the pussy pretty
It look like show art
He say who pussy is it
And I say yours
And when he spank this
I make that pussy fart
I'm such an actress
Melissa Joan Hart

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Shorty said the nigga that she with ain't shit
Shorty said the nigga that she with ain't this
Shorty said the nigga that she with can't hit
But shorty I'm a hit it hit it like I can't miss
And he can't do this
And he don't do that
Shorty need a refund
Need to bring that nigga back
Just like a refund
I make her bring that ass back
And she bring that ass back
Because I like that

[Chorus:]
Shorty wanna thug (yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah I like that)
Shorty wanna hump (yea)
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Those lovely lady lumps (ya)
Shorty wanna li li li li lick me like a lollipop
Shorty wanna li li li li lick me like a lollipop
Shorty wanna like me (like a lollipop)
So I let her lick the rapper (she she lick me like a lollipop)
Shorty wanna thug (shorty wanna thug)
Bottles in the club (bottles in the club)
Shorty wanna hump (wanna hump)
You know I like to touch (like to touch)
Those lovely lady lumps (lovely lady lumps)

[Lil Wayne]
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can get it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can get it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can get it juicy for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can get it juicy for ya

[Chorus:]
Shorty wanna thug (yeah I like that)
Bottles in the club (yeah I like that)
Shorty wanna hump (yea)
You know I like to touch (I like that)
Those lovely lady lumps (I said)
Shorty wanna thug
Bottles in the club
Shorty wanna hump
You know I like to touch
Those lovely lady lumps

[Verse: Lil Wayne]
I get her on top
She drop it like it's hot
And when I'm at the bottom
She Hilary, ride em
The middle of the bed
Giving, getting head
Giving, getting head
Giving, getting head

[Breakdown:]
I said mmmmmm (I like that)
Said mmm mmm mm (yeh I like that)
I said mmmmm mmm mmm (yeh I like that)
Mm mmmmm

[Lil Wayne]
Call me so I can come and do it for ya
Call me so I can come and prove it for ya
Call me so I can make it juicy for ya
Call me so I can get it juicy for ya

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Shorty wanna li li li li lick me like a lollipop (lick me like a lollipop)
She She She lick me like a lollipop (lick me like a lollipop)
I said he so sweet make her wanna lick the wrapper
So I let her lick the Rapper

"Lookin Ass"


[Intro:]
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas
Look at y'all niggas
Niggas

[Verse 1:]
Look at y'all smokin' ass niggas
After every pull, niggas start chokin' ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all bitch ass niggas
Stop lyin' on your dick ass niggas
Nigga-nigga
Look at y'all lookin' ass niggas
Stop lookin' at my ass ass niggas
Look at y'all lyin' ass niggas
Talkin' 'bout "It's paid off" but it's financed, lyin' ass nigga
Bunch of non-mogul ass niggas
Frontin' like they got a plan, Boost Mobile ass nigga
Nigga, nigga, look at y'all
Can't get a job so you plottin' how to rob ass niggas
I ain't gotta check for y'all
But if I'ma check for y'all, I'ma need a check from y'all niggas
I 'on't want sex, give a fuck about your ex
I 'on't even want a text from y'all niggas
I'm rapin' you niggas
Look at this pic, look what the fuck I gave to you niggas
Ain't feelin' these niggas
Niggas want my time, call me Clinton, I'm billin' these niggas

[Hook:]
All I, All I know is there should be no reason
All I know is there should be no reason
All I, all I know is there should be
All I know
All I, all I know is there should be no reason
All I know, you know it, and you know it
Look at what, reason

[Verse 2:]
Look at y'all sharin' one bottle in the club
One bottle full of bub' ass niggas
Look at y'all not havin' game ass niggas
Y'all niggas share a chain ass niggas
Same cup in the hand ass nigga
In the club with a credit card scam ass nigga
No dick in the pants ass nigga
I be damned if I fuck a non-man ass nigga
I will, I will, I will, I will never fuck a non-man ass nigga
I would never lie
Even if that nigga flew me and my bitches all the way out to Dubai
Pussy, you tried, pussy ass nigga you lie
Pussy ass nigga, you high
Bitch I'm me, hundred on the wrist, I ski
Art on the wall, Basqui, fuck who see
Look at you fake dope dealers
Know real niggas that be movin' weight in them villas
Talkin' 'bout ki's, say it's ki's in the van
But he really move grams and he split it with his mans

[Hook]