Chin Chin checka, I'm the checka
It was a quarter pass 3 when I ran Rell Didn't my keys but my name ring bells A little white tee some Adidas with the in the coup. Oh shoot broke a nail Let me, let me think I gotta, gotta do Should I get the black or the 22 if a bird try to get out of the cage 1 bitch down New York Times front I went to Starbucks I to get a frapo Then had a Snapple apple with the That's Fendi but that's Threw him a benji's now I'm the president I'm Nicki and Nicki so Slick Ricky flow be so icky Now class is finished be home 'bout 3 So all rap bitches what ya'll know bout me, nigga.
Whutchoo know me Wutchoo, wutchoo know me Whutchoo know me Wutchoo, know say the girl is a fool, the girl keep on boppin' The girl get them girls, and them girls get it know bout me Wutchoo, know bout me Whutchoo know me Wutchoo, know The girl gettin' money, of dirty money show you how to do it if you gettin' somethin' from me
Got some nice titties, yes are pretty how I got the S the 550 That's cause I gets, I gets, I gets That's why I don't you to come get me I'm than the dude at the Neverland In a green coup with a leprechaun Holla at'em get a four leaf Go, go me guaranteed ya over Look, all the kids sweat Nick a mexican Cause I got kicks than a temper tan-trum trum trum Ya slow poke, betta run, run, run, my lil And S-M-I-the L-E and ain't one thing them tell me I write, write, write my own shit I'm the one like I'm the culprit,