I don’t want to sound mad, though
I don’t want to sound mad
I feel marvelous right now
Dirty Money

Tell that bitch with the crown to run it like Chris Brown (kyuh)
She run three rounds, I’mma need a hundred thou’ (uh)
Like Chinatown, bitches better bow down (yes)
Oh, you ain’t know? Bet y’all bitches know now (woo)
Fuck I gotta done to let ’em know that I’m the one? (huh?)
The way I ride the drum, they salute me in the slum (what?)
In the six hun’, the color of bubblegum
I’m with my nigga Spits and my nigga Bun’Crum (what up?)
Yes, I’m the one, I’m the motherfuckin’ one (kyuh)
Hold more weight than the late Big Pun (oh)
Bitches talk slick but they ain’t saying none (no)
Mad ’cause I’m bad, two sticks in my bun (kyuh)
Yes sir, look what I’ve done (uh)
They r-run-run when I come (huh?)
Bum-stickity-bum, let me tell em’ where I’m from (woo)
Queens, little mama, Gabbana, some nice pumps (yeah)

Yo, what up? It’s Nicki Minaj
Dirty Money, holla at ya girl
Um, shout out to everybody that hit me up for the last come up
Thanks for the love I really do appreciate it, you know what I’m sayin’?
Um, but like, since the last come up niggas was like, coming up to me they was like, “Yo, Nicki you spit crazy”
Get it poppin’ like M80 with twin trey 80s
The hood’s first lady, you know?
Baby girl of the group, I’m also known as baby girl in the coupe
Never get me confused with baby girl in the hoop
‘Cause Nicki stay fly like that Cash Money do
I’m stuntin’ on these hoes like Marilyn Monroe
I gotta esk-curl flow spit slick ya know?
Now I don’t just spit raps and chit chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Your girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But Nicki rather chill and stack a mil’
While these hoes stay in hoods like rats for real
My voice stay on the track like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like Quille O’ Neal
Gassed ya baby father for the keys to the Esclalade
Not a baby momma put I’m Drama like K Slay
What could I say? It’s how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down to her cuticles
My people smoke dutches we don’t fluck with bamboo
I’m a winner mami, your careers’ a gamble
Old ass broad off track like bow weez
Nicki stay on the toes on point like ballerines
Lemme remind you I’m getting a tan too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from queens
They say I’m too pretty to be spitting sixteen
I should be on the screen, posing for Maybelline
Or be a baby phat girl getting on my jean
Hood star broad, black Barbie doll
Pardon me if the cockiness bothering y’all
I’m just being Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way without the L Cool J
While you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doing this since you was Reebok Classic out
And this hoe wanna get at Nick? Why?
‘Cause I bagged her baby daddy, she ain’t seen him since
Nick so caught up, little tank top, Ed Hardy zone
Some Dolce Gaban pretty panties on
Like wait ’til the summer, catch me up in the hummer
On my way to 55 front, row with the Rucker
Every baller wanna, never give out my number
Only the email, cherrythong.com, holla
Name a girl as real as her, nope not them
Who’s ya best MCs? Nick Fox and KIm
Nick up in the Porsche, box or the Benz nigga

Dirty Money, you heard? I do it, I do it for fun like
I mean I just do it ’cause I can like
I only rap because I’m good at it like, really
You know what I’m sayin’? It really was a hobby for a minute
But then you know what I’m sayin’? I was like, “Damn look at the state of hip-hop, like what’s goin’ on?”
Nah but thanks for the love, to everybody you know what I’m sayin’?
Shout out to New York, shout out to everybody who seeing this right now like I’m just on my grind, don’t get it twisted
Like it’s not a, not even about being cocky, it’s just about being real
Like I’m, like I’m good at what I do, so you know what I’m sayin’?
That’s why I act the way I act like don’t get it twisted like if you see me, holla at me
I’m never too ill to stay, “What up?”
Like it’s not that serious trust me I know that
But anyway, holla at ya girl, hit me up on MySpace or something
Nicki Minaj, N-I-cock-I M-I-N-A-J
Ya heard me?