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