Womp Womp

Okay How you gon' tell me I'm not the best That came out the West? Um, I mean the East, see I'm the president, but I don't live in D.C I rep the NY, FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI I get them pies to them guys that say, "¡ay, ay, ay!" I'm the head honcho, get work from papi In dead poncho, put him in the roncho I mean Range Rov', where we let them things go I only fuck with dudes, that will let their chain show (Get your chain out, nigga!), I'm such a eighty's babe Think you can beat me, then you're azy-cray Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies-day, won't - You be my DJ, like Lazy K? (He on the - 1's and 2's bitch) I'm such a psycho, niggas call me Michael Nicki been hot, since you was on your tricycle Bitches, Romans, countrymen You salute the president, with your country friend And you ain't writing shit, you get ten percent (What up?) And you softer than them dudes, with their wrist-es bent (Ah-a-a-a-a-ha!) It's Nickelodeon I am the president, where my podium? Why these girls salty? Why they sodium? (I don't know) Is it because my flow slicker, than petroleum? See, I'm that yellow bus girl They say "Nicki, you're the best!", and I tell them "Uh, duh!" Tell me what I know, I guess I must concur I'm the reason, why these bitches yelling, "Fuck her!" ( Yes Sir!) See, everybody hate when you're great, and you're caking And when I say caking, I ain't talking 'bout baking (Oh , okay) But they gon' get it all wrong, fucking with them fake thugs and them fake Don Juans He say he got workers, like 'em kids in Hong Kong (Stop lying!) But he ain't getting chips unless you count them Bon Tons (Ohh Shit!) Tell that nigga womp womp Cause you ain't getting chips, unless you count then Bon Tons [Spoken] How the only chips you got is Bon Ton potato chips? Like, that's what I don't understand, I try to tell these niggas, you can't be serious I'm Nicki Minaj! Other than that, like, if you can't see I'm the best I mean really, these bitches so washed up I'm walking around, with them dryer sheets Like, you know, the sheets you put in the dryer Yeah, I'm walking around with them sheets now Cause, like, when I see these washed up ass bitches I'm just throwing them on bitches like Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed! Dirty Money