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.