[Hook]
A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that's the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trynna hear that
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicholas
Style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick
& I don't lose like them dudes
On the New York Knicks
(Check it)
I'm overseas rockin' hella capris
I'm in the West Indies eatin' delicacies
I tell 'em, they want Kane like Erica? Please
Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin' bout a pink truck
I'm only happy when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence
I goes in on a fucker like an entrance
These old bitches better change they dentures
When I get in the game they gon' play the benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'mma pay my henchmen
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Maraj
Fuck you & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin' bout the Taj
I'm on the other line, I ain't talkin' bout call waitin'
I'm VIP lil' mama, I just walk straight in
Lil' Dolce & Gabbana got this broad hatin'
That's why I pop up in the Porsche with the top vacant
Mami stop fakin', talkin' bout what you got
You ain't got nathen
And your not caking , your not my taste
Get out of my face, I play the top like 8 friends on your myspace
Stay in a child's place, check the timin'
I rock bitches like they throwin' up the diamonds (its the rock)
You on a flight, I be bakin' on islands
Mami your accent sounds faker than dylan
Murder them, murder them
Fuck a competition already murdered them
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicki M
Hard to find me in a sticky ben
I play the club with a thug and some pretty friends
And if they ain't got the gat, they got the knife on
Your too whack to get up on one of my songs
You got a deal cause you was givin' up the coochie prolly
But I'll arrange one hit like oochie wally
And you'll be gone til November like Wyclef
I hold weight and I ain't talkin' bout biceps
I rep queens like a crown, when I'm in the town
Ask Yung Joc it's goin' down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, get a pound
June turn me up, mic check, how I sound?
Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math
Give a fuck about a bitch and the clique she with
Unless you doin' them numbers like arithmetic
Young Nick, holla back and turn up my shit
[Hook]
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