Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want love, just lead 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 get me out there in an hour now The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' now G-game over, locker room, hit showers now I got the trophies and the Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, the catalogue I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the The challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
I'm a sucker for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now? I 'em like hippies now They see me, say now Homes runnin' like now They like sissies now You niggas is now Bitches tune up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than peanut He nuttin' like now He me to be his wife His like sippy now, uh
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 shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
She invites me to the Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but also someone's wife So time we spend is But it's our here, fuck tomorrow 'Cause moments like are to die for And she's all Nice and easy as hair when I'm it blonde So we got lightning in a bottle
She's tipsy, I'm So she a chip on her shoulder on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick song or some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old hip-hop is so fucked Think shit's got pneumonia" I told her, "Bitch now, just up" why rap needs a doctor A slip, known to swole up It's time to check it for strep or tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with when throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the
it up a little bit You ain't dealin' a fuckin' featherweight I to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake I accelerate to a level that I can elevate The men up with the pen, make it mothafuckin' detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a With the devil and celebrate, we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and get a special place... now... a ride with me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the driver's as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a to your right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach heights, they're too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better pick another game, try And you might decide to cheat 'Cause you gotta open your to peep Am I indeed the last of a breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire If you wrapped your entire pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it Better not use me as your topic, who brings me up, duck it Let me it one hundred, two things shouldn't be themes of discussion The and her husband, last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects,
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want love, just lead me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you 'em I'd get you back I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki unless you sellin' Nicki crack Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this act this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all mirror my style The want Inna the dance, we a go out time now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm these 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