[Intro: Nicki Minaj]

Tunechi

Barbie

Young Money



[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I been smoking gas, killin' bitches, man, I feel just like a gang-star

Cover up my face like a ninja in this Alexander Wang scarf

I'mma drop a bag they gon' pull up and then they gon' let them thangs off

I ain't switchin' up my hairstyle but my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and addi's lookin' for a f*ck I could give

All these hatin' bitches plottin' why they can't let me live

Me and Weezy in Liv

When my album drop these bitches is gone cry in the car

All your 'yes' men out here lyin', had you dyin' to spar

You was tryin' too hard

I'm out here livin' though, I am out here livin' though

Me and Tunechi winnin' though

Slimez out here twinnin' though

I'm on my pivot though

I'm just so pivotal

Bands, I go get it though

Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang sh*t, a whole lot of gang sh*t

All these plaques is pilin' up, it's no where to hang sh*t

These bitches n*gger though

Pushed them out my n*gger though

Niggas want my cookie though

'Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack

Flow sick, get a Z-pack

Niggas don't mean my race when they say she blacked

I am the Queen (Facts!)

I'm everything she lacks

Bitch get on your kneecap, I don't mean C. Kaep

I'll get you checked n*gger, I'll get you a free pap

You bitches don't ball out, you get your QB sacked

I'm OBJ hoes, break records like ankles

I've been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles

Tell 'em carry on, they gon' miss me when I'm gone

I'm gone



[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

I just f*cked like five hoes in my mansion got them feeling like they five stars

You hoes throwing fits, my bitches patient man I feel just like a doctor

Pop some X for my exotic dancer, she start crying said her job hard

Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes now she screming rest in peace to Honda



[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go ham

Put my face up in her n*gger, and my thumb in her ass

Make her do the jumpman

I put her face down in the pillow about to smother her ass

A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan

Now she butter pecan

I got a draco in the sofa, a eggo in the toaster

A cradle in the chocha, the yayo doin' yoga

And I wake up smell the Folgers

I don't know how I woke up cause I was in a coma

But now I'm in the moment wearing high socks on the front porch

[?] I cried tears of f*ckin' joy

LV's on my luggage, boy

Don't ask me where I'm f*ckin' goin'

I pull up with my skater, make them beat you with their f*ckin' boards

Sharp shooters like pool sharks

Shoot you down in the walmart, shoot you down in the parking lot, shoot you down in the food court