Sunshine

[Nicki Talking:] Ayo Young Money nigga. Hello Brooklyn. President Carter. Nicki Lewinsky [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Me and the Dread, yo give him some head - blow Long as he know he keep me flyer, than a Red Bull Don't give a damn, when Christmas is My bitches is, President's mistresses Now let's go, I'm with the boss, I'm Ms. Ross I make them girls jump, like I'm Kriss Kross/criss-cross Back to basics bitch,I been hot since Asics And I'm tighter than face lifts,flyer than spaceships Now as for Dread? I met him on Mars I said,"I am Minaj, and I'm gooder with the bars" He said that he a Martian,he can be my Tarzan And he looking for a bad bitch, for his squadron That's how we got together, see he control the weather I leave my planet never, without my um-bereller It's Dirty Money, slash Young Money, Cash Money You-can't-catch money, run- it-nigga-fast money Getting at Weezy, you coming through me-ezy And I won't hesitate, to do anyone greasy If he gimme the word, then I'm flipping the bird And then I'm spinning around and I'm gripping the burner See, I been the bitch, since bubble gum and double dutch You was playing hopscotch, bitch, I been top notch Bitches is whack, they trash, they just pollution Write ya own raps, make that your resolution, fuckas [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, ok I'm Dread, yo!I keep a red ho I keep a red bow,Blood gang, bitch! I get that bread dough,I get that head blow Until she got a red throat (Haha) Now who be rolling with the boy, like sushi She said her name was Nicki, I'm Tunechi I ain't have to introduce me, she knew me I told her that's she's unique, like a boutique And I got her and she said she got me Now let's go, she with the boss and I'm the boss "He the President, yeah she Lewinsky," but we never get caught And I could give her brain back, because I'm so smart Fuck with my bitch and I'mma draw, like Picasso art Yeah I spit at you, like a hot beat And nigga if it's not her then it's (not me) Yeah, as for her I met her on Mars, and she said "I am Minaj, and I'm gooder with the bars" She got me with her charm, my wings on my arms Now we flying over chicken heads, shitting on ya farm Like sitting on a thorn, like sitting on a horn We sticking to your ass, like brass So get a new alarm for me, and Miss Nicki Barnes Cause we kill everyone, and get acquitted in the morn' So get a new alarm for me, and Miss Nicki Barnes Cause we kill everyone, and get acquitted in the morn' Bling, bling!