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 shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now The G5'll get me out there in an now The MAC like crack, I'm sellin' powder now G-game over, room, hit them showers now I got the and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, the catalogue I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, yo, who want it with now? I 'em like hippies now see me, say yippie now Homes like Griffey now They like sissies now You niggas is now Bitches switchin' up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than peanut He like Skippy now He want me to be his His misses sippy now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom Boom
She me to the condo Uh-oh, in Chicago (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's So time we spend is But it's our Right here, fuck 'Cause like these are to die for And clear all Nice and easy as when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a
She's tipsy, I'm So she gets a on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to a Slick Rick song or some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old hip-hop is so fucked Think that got pneumonia" I her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap a doctor A genre slip, to swole up It's to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with when throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the
Speed it up a bit You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' I used to medicate I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, wanna ever brake I wanna accelerate to a that I can elevate 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... Take a ride me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the seat as I thrust into hyperspeed I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach heights, they're just too to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better another game, try hide-and-seek And you wanna decide to cheat 'Cause you gotta open eyes to peep Am I indeed the of a dying breed? if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire heat If you your entire meat 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 be your themes of discussion The and her husband, last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects,
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 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Yo, yo, let me hit you Told 'em I'd get you I you sittin' there just thinkin' '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, a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act Nicki this that, all these bitches piggypack back, ah, ah, ah back Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them mirror my The want Inna the dance, we a go skin out 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 'cause you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die is a disease, die slow Die slow, die Tell her that is a disease, die slow