| I’m a dime, you a nickel-ette, light skinned-ed pigment
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| Write my own shit, y’all copyrighting infringement
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| I eat these rap bitches, somebody get me a dinner mint
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| Pussy make him tattoo my name upon his ligament
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| Fuck wrong with them, my nerves they keep tweaking'
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| Tell them I’m the chief, I’m runnin' with Mohikans
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| Tell them this is church, and tell them I am the deacon
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| Tell them that I’m Black, Chinese, and Butter Pecan
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| Pull up in the Range, I’m givin' them more reasons
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| Hit up Lil Wayne, while I’m in the 4 Seasons
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| Tell Gudda, Mack, and Kidd Kidd I’m here
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| I’m colder than a cough, I’m wetter than swimwear
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| Got all these little bitches, g-gettin' p-pink hair
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| I’m pretty and I’m fly, I’m up in the pink Lear
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| I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer
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| Decorated his office, with flowers and pink chairs (C'yeah)
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| Listen…
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| Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinksy, The Mistress
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| Where the fuck is the president?
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| Young Money |