Chin Chin checka, I'm the checka
It was a quarter pass 3 when I ran Rell Didn't forget my keys but my name 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 front page I to Starbucks I wanted to get a frapo Then had a Snapple apple the capo That's Fendi but irrelevent him a couple benji's now I'm the president I'm Nicki and Nicki so Slick like Ricky be so icky Now class is you'll be home 'bout 3 So all ya'll rap bitches what ya'll know me, nigga.
Whutchoo know me Wutchoo, know bout me Whutchoo bout me Wutchoo, know say the girl is a fool, the girl keep on boppin' The girl get them girls, and girls get it poppin' Whutchoo bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo bout me know bout me Wutchoo, wutchoo The girl gettin' money, of dirty money I'll you how to do it if you gettin' somethin' from me
Got nice titties, yes they are pretty how I got the S the 550 That's cause I gets, I gets, I gets why I don't need you to come get me I'm than the dude at the Neverland In a money green with a leprechaun at'em get a four leaf clover Go, go against me guaranteed ya Look, all the kids sweat Nick like a Cause I got more kicks a temper tan-trum trum trum Ya slow poke, run, run, run, my lil coke And S-M-I-the L-E and ain't one thing them tell me Cause I write, write, my own shit I'm the one I'm the culprit, nigga