I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' brag-a-lot beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon I ain't into S&M but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a friend You don't like it then peel off, bitch, every last woman on earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut, so wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turnin', spin a wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tire-rod Quit hollerin' "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones so won't be finished swallowin' my wad I ain't finished blowin' it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard, I swear to God Life is a dumb blond white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad 'Til finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealin' my music so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is, life's treatin' you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not The world, world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, raah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You musta went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just choked in traffic Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Shoulda sent a thank you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow Nicki, she just mad 'cause you took the spot Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? Well bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I hear them mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a stand still, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' bucked, overbite I see them dusty ass Filas, Levi's Raggedy ass, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli All you lil' faggots can suck it No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em likeigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep actin' as if You have the same passion that I have Yeah, right, still hungry, my ass, you ass dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, eyelash Go take a flyin' leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask When Shady and Nicki's worlds class it's high class meets white trash Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady What's goin' on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell I promise Take your mother's warnin', Roman please Back to bed, run along Let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys

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

Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Look, my bitch is on Tumblr, your bitch need a tummy tuck Since Jesus of Nazareth, the realest you've come across I be with killers just coming home They only hope is me and the Quran They only wish is for a new chain But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet I get the money stacked, see the moon's where it's sunny at And I move where the realest be And the quickest, see baby, you gettin' lapped Yeah, the DMV on the map That's a city, two states if you can count I'm as real as I say, I never lie So whenever I go, know I'm runnin' back Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in These bitches want money stacks Me? I want a hundred stacks These bitches selling their soul Well, I want my money back She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass Look what them booty shots done to that That bitch need her money back, Lord She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring She say I buy her all kinds of things She lie about everything I put her on time out and everything I cut the bitch off like a thread of string These hoes'll say about anything 'Cause they know that y'all believe everything That's why I get high about everything All of this fog like the weather change Turn the strip club to a hurricane We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang And we do not play games 'bout money, mane She do something strange for money, mane Yeah, I used to play running back I turned that football to a money bag, I'm gone Bitches want money stacks, I just want my percent She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back You niggas be fumbling, don't you give 'em no gun again These bitches be flying out, yeah, 'cause money be coming in Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in The money be coming in, the money be coming in See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah My niggas, we run the city The money be coming in, the money be coming in Balling, we balling, we balling Balling (Balling), hey darling (Hey darling) Sweet darling (Hey darling), you know we ballin' We balling, Wale, fuck with me Mula baby Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah We gon' ball all season, whole season and post-season For no reason, fuck with me

I can't control the way, I'm movin my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic It's automatic, I'm a run away train And it's likely that I tear up this place When I go, I go hard, I'ma show you bizarre Tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic my condition's unknown There's no remedy and no antidote It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic It's automatic some might call it insane I assure you I'll be stuck in your brain You'll be falling for me, boy, yeah Just like a domino tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) It's automatic when I'm rockin' the beat Systematically I'm droppin' your heat It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki So bad tonight, tonight (ni-i-ight) I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Press rewind, p-p-press rewind (it's automatic) I-I'm Einstein, I'm lookin' for that Einstein Wales, London, Ireland, Scotland I can idle in South Africa and Brazil, shut the club down Bring the bill Ri-ri-ri-ri-ring the bill, br-bri-bri-bri-bring the bill Bri-bri-bring the bill, shut the club down Bring the bill I can't control the way, I'm movin' my hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No, no, it's automatic, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh-eh-eh-eh Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh, it's automatic