[Big Mike & Nicki Minaj:]
Big Mike, the new baddest bitch in the game
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let’s get this shit poppin’, playtime is over motherfuckers
This the one they was waitin’ on, baby
I had to do it

[Nicki Minaj:]
(Kyuh) Just when they thought it was safe to play, I
Hit ’em with the N-I-C, the K-I
I’m Tinkerbell, he’s Peter Pay-I
To these rap bitches, I’m Mother May I
I wanna know why you waste your time
On these rap hoes that don’t write they rhymes
Get a can of Sprite with a twist of lime
Money, money, money, always on my mind
Coupe color purple, no, I’m not Celie
We run New York like we play relay
My flight took off, yours has been delayed
Give it to them early bitches, so don’t be late
Playtime is over, when I spit bars
My mixtape bring all the boys to the yard
All the boys want Nicki, all the boys want mine
All the boys say they love me, yeah, they love me long time
Yes, I’m the girl that they heard of, I commit murder
I body bitches, I don’t need a burner
Queens, oh, yes, I rep Queens
Little white tee, plus some tight jeans
I make it hard for these chicks to breathe
Wrist on freeze, I freeze up my sleeves
We gettin’ money like it grow on trees
Stay on my Qs, I stay on my Ps
After I’m done, then you will acknowledge
I’m the president, never went to college
I’m a bad bitch, I don’t need no stylist
Tell a bitch, hollas when she get my dollars
Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin’?
Got the illest dude in the game speakin’ my name
I’m the one, I’m the one, you heard me?
Same number they stitched on McGrady jersey
If I show you how to do it, would you reimburse me?
Let me put on my pumps, let me grab my skirtsy
I am such a little lady, let me do my curtsy
Fuck a dry pussy bitch, ’cause I know she thirsty