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Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga
It's Minaj, little mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party, rock some Ed Hardy at 40/40
You arrive when it just get started
I come through at 2 and I don't get carded (haha)
Excuse me I had to beg ya pardon
Mami ya flow sick, my flow's retarded
Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded shit
Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound
Take the small bus all year round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head
Bottle of new meds, a good pair of Keds
[Hook:]
Where my chicks
All my girls that'll transport bricks
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
Keep a real good jean on ya hips
You can get it
And to my dudes
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew
And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit
And you got a little tree on ya boot
You can get it
Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws
When I count to three, hit the floor
Dang little mama, pick up ya jaw
That there's the Chevy, 64
You that bitch, I'm the boss
I'm a have my bodyguard, dust me off
Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks
Rockin the corset, sip drinks in my minks
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe he should bring the trey p
Already know these lames is gonna hate me
But um lately, it only motivate me
Want it with the squad, gotta come through me
Now hit the dance floor, nigga 1-2-3
[Hook]
