Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, 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 G5'll get me out in an hour now The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' now G-game over, locker room, hit showers now I got the and the catalogue did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue I'm buildings, we don't buy the blogs The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now? I smoke 'em like now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' like now They switchin' like now You is iffy now Bitches switchin' up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm than peanut butter He nuttin' Skippy now He want me to be his His like sippy now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want your love, lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
She me to the condo Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also wife So time we is borrowed But it's our Right here, fuck 'Cause moments like are to die for And clear all and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got lightning in a bottle
tipsy, I'm sober So she a chip on her shoulder on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick song or throw some 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" That's why rap a doctor A genre slip, known to up It's time to it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause what they swab you with when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we need for the culture
Speed it up a 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 wanna accelerate to a level that I can The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' I wanna it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a place... now... a ride with me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a to your right And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise I was yeast And you're never reach these heights, just too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better another game, try hide-and-seek And you might decide to cheat 'Cause you open your eyes to peep Am I the last of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to heat If you wrapped entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it Let me it one hundred, two things shouldn't be your of discussion The and her husband, last you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want your love, 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 sittin' there just 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' crack Here, take a Nicki pack, out this Nicki act Nicki this Nicki that, all these bitches back, ah, ah, ah back Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them my style The want Inna the dance, we a go out time now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm bitches' idol Gotta be dumb to make me your 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die Die slow, die Jealousy is a disease, die Die slow, die Tell her that is a disease, die slow