Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom Boom
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now The G5'll get me out in an hour now The MAC like crack, I'm sellin' powder now G-game over, room, hit them showers now I got the and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the I'm buyin' buildings, we buy the blogs The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh
I'm a sucker for you shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now? I 'em like hippies now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' Griffey now switchin' like sissies now You niggas is now Bitches tune up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than peanut He like Skippy now He want me to be his His misses sippy now, uh
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I your love, just lead me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom Boom
She invites me to the Uh-oh, in Chicago (oh, oh) My piece, but she's also someone's wife So we spend is borrowed But it's our Right here, fuck 'Cause moments like are to die for And clear all Nice and easy as when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a
She's tipsy, I'm So she gets a on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to a Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All old school hip-hop is so fucked that shit's got pneumonia" I told her, "Bitch now, hold up" That's why rap a doctor A genre slip, to swole up It's time to check it for strep or tonsillitis 'Cause like what swab you with when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we Q-Tip for the culture
it up a little bit You ain't dealin' a fuckin' featherweight I used to medicate until I'd get a bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't ever brake I wanna accelerate to a level I can elevate The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' I make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date With the and celebrate, together we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and get a special place... now... Take a ride with me, hop into my time I'ma take the driver's seat as I into hyperspeed Like I'm a and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia
I must be like pie because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach heights, just too high to reach it I ain't even reached my highest You better another game, try hide-and-seek And you might decide to cheat you gotta open your eyes to peep Am I the last of a dying breed? if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your meat pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm to rule the kingdom of fuck it Better not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, it Let me it one hundred, two things shouldn't be your of discussion The and her husband, last thing you're wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I your love, just lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you 'em I'd get you back I know you there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack Here, take a Nicki pack, check out Nicki act this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them mirror my The mandem Inna the dance, we a go skin out now I wanna, just Yeah, on the I'm these bitches' idol Gotta be dumb to me your rival I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful So say your prayers you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die is a disease, die slow Die slow, die her that jealousy is a disease, die slow