Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am Wonder who the fuck I am Uhh, Yeah, want you to feel it My voice probably sounds mad raspy right now I want you all to feel it So step up on the mic and uhh Show them what you got tiger Sometimes I wonder who the fuck I am So I've been lookin' in the mirror and it still don't make no sense I'm askin' what am I supposed to do? I've done so much in my short lifetime, but I haven't done shit I done flew around the whole world First I shook a million hands and I took a million pictures But I'm a hostage in my own world And my thoughts my own enemy, got no time for these bitches I got too much on my damn mind So if I add some more stress, I just don't see how I'ma cope I think they underestimate the grind I do, bring this doe, and I'm only 20 years old I wonder why I sip this devil juice Cause it feel incredible, problems, I got several Thank God that none of that medical Ugh, I've been blessed with much to be expected What am I doing here I wonder what am I doing here What am I doing here What am I doing here I hope this feelin' lasts for fuckin' ever I don't want to come back down, let me stay above the ground I hope I do what I was meant to do Cause I've been searching for that answer, I just hope I get it now Please, let me find euphoria When you up above the clouds, like, who gonna touch me now And do we ever get to know the truth Cause everyone seems to have it, but to me it seems they lack it Now I'm rolling and I'm sipping lean Sometimes I catch a buzz just to help me picture love Drinking liquor and I'm smoking weed And you don't ever do too much if you could never do enough Wonder why I scream and stare at you I'll be there to rescue you, problems you got several Thank God that none of that medical Ugh, I've been blessed with much to be expected What am I doing here I wonder what am I doing here What am I doing here What am I doing here Sittin' in my Bentley, thinkin' bout these hoes All I do is kill them, I kill them like Nicole Simpson, flag crimson, smoke them like Winstons I just bought a new chopper, I treat it like an infant I'm lightin' up a stogie, It's longer than a hoagie Situation's gettin' fishy and I don't eat anchovies Fuck the world, Kill them all, she answer when I call If the cops pull us over, she gon' hide it in her drawers See I come from a place where stars never shine And drama is accepted, credit cards are declined Everybody gotta die, but I ain't everybody If that ho play with me, I whoop that chick like Terrence Howard I'm a pimp, I ain't lyin', but that is not important I'm just tryna to buy time, but can't really afford it Saying ain't that a bitch, but I hope that bitch is bad I feel like money in the trash like What am I doing here I wonder what am I doing here What am I doing here What am I doing here

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

The Aphelliates nigga (pay attention, bitch) I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I just came out of the motherfuckin' old school Got my Mac Notebook with the Pro Tools You bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky Bad woof woof, flyer than a Frisbee So I'm up in Mandalay, eating mangos Keep a couple pink toes in my sandals Got some bangles all over my ankles Such a star, they say I'm a Star Spangle Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner, I am the rap Hannah Mo-Mon-Montana, so fix your antenna I keep three hoes but don't call me Santa And I am flyer then reindeer in the winter (in the winter) I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy So I got a bad-bitch mentality 'Cause I just came from another galaxy I be with the president up in the White House If we in the Oval Office, then the lights out 'Cause I am the Wicked Witch, I'm the Nickster And I keep a bad bitch on my GSX-R But I leave her in a second for a thicker Rockstar little mama with a guitar I mean, I'm Nicki L-M-N-O-winsky I mean, my name ring bells like Tinky I mean Tinker, tell that nigga link her 'Cause I'm looking for some good brains from a thinker I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy 1, 2, 3rd floor, hospital bound Niggas is doors and I knock niggas down Straightjacket crooked, I hear you lookin I promise I'm hard and I swear you pussy I ain't crazy, no, yes, I am Right up in the cuckoo nest I land I'm fly, now eat my bird shit Yeah, I'm crazy, crazy 'bout your bitch Wild animal on my bewildered shit I love brain so I'm lookin' for a nerd bitch It's Nicki Minaj, the superb witch And Weezy F Baby, no, Weezy F Crazy I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy When I do it, it get did-ed, I was fixing my fitted Pull up in a 6 Series, she was fixing your Civic When I do it, it gets done, 2 sticks in my bun Pull up in a 6, hun, you was fixing to run, hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) (You know, you know my name is Nicki Minaj, trick) (Let's get it) I get crazy, I get crazy I get motherfuckin', motherfuckin' crazy Crazy, crazy, that's what my name is My name means crazy in cr-crazy language