Postpartum Politics

Parental Control


Oh you mad ho? You ain't headline
You my son, bitch, and it’s bedtime
I send them on an errand then I son them like my children
You couldn't get a fan if it was hanging from the ceiling
To raise a child, it might take a village
But I wouldn't know cause these bitches my sons; yes, they was, and they still is
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though
I feed them bitches wit papa dough


No Responsibility


All these bitches my sons
I’mma get ‘em a nanny
Or the razor, yeah the razor
She my son yeah, but I ain't raise her
These hoes so musty hoes is so crusty
These bitches is my sons and I don't want custody

Illegitimate Children


She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son you my muthafuckin step-son
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological
So fuck a funny style fraud, tryna act hard
Uhn, you my son, no daddy you a bastard
Those n***as don't step on my damn Zanottis
All them bitches my sons but who's the Daddy?
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're premature, Young Money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour


Perpetual Birthing


Court side, you in the C Section
I'm with them bloods you you with the C Section
In Malibu I'm by a sea section
And all these bitches is my sons, yeah C-Section
And I know they say they shine, I ain't seen 'em shine once
All these rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man, I'm birthing these artists and I'm starting to show
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
Goddamn, ain't even pregnant, but I'm birthin' bitches

No New Kids


Use rubbers with 'em, I don't never raw these n***as
More money than 'em, I'm-a son all these n***as
I'm like, "Who's up?" Girls is used up
These bitches is my sons, I tied my tubes up!
Yes, yes, I am ill I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill


Cookies


That's 'cuz I'm a boss, lil mama, step your cookie up
I'm a pro, and you be getting your rookie up
Mommy you bad but Nicki is badder
Step your cookies up, go get you a ladder
Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble
Don't be actin' like the cardinals and gone fumble
Step your cookie up
I'm a pro, and you be getting your rookie up
And wen I pop dat pussy, I pop it on his Suzuki
I pop it so crazy cookie, I'm rockin them daisy dukies
I mean Rudy, I'm tutti-frutti
And I got some good cookies, so they blew it and took it
Don’t lie you could see it in my eyes
I got some good cookies and I got some good pie
Want the cookie so I gotta Chips Ahoy! these n***as
But I never iPhone, Android these n***as
I said come here, let me show you how this cookie taste
This that "Yeah, n***a, eat the cookie" face
Ain't gotta give up no ass to get them bills paid
We go to school and get a higher education
My girl Nicki said, "Step them cookies up
And you too can be a part of Barbie Nation

Does "Nicki Minaj" ring a bell?


Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding
It was a quarter past 3 when I ran into Rells
Didn't forget my keys but my name ring bells
I am Nicki L.M.N.O.-winsky
I mean my name ring bells like Tinky
I mean Tinker
Tell that n***a Link her
Hit 'em, hit em, knock-knock, tell 'em let me in
My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in
And I was wondering if I could lip-sync on that
You know my name ring (ding!) ring tinkerbells
Jing-a-ling-a-ling, I show dem da middle finger ring
Ting-a-ling-a-ling, school bell a-ring-a-ling
Cause I got one leg up in the middle of the ring
And that bitch better duck when that bell go "Ding!"


Shoe Game


Materialistic, I'm narcissistic
My shoe game is mean it's so sadistic
Say my shoe game nuts, so I call ‘em cashews
Every other city there's another Nicki tattoo
My chick bad, chef cookin' for me
They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin' for me
No, them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
And I keep her fresh, her shoe game is crazy
You knock a broad out for a dog, that's my baby


Put My Cape On


'S' on my chest let me get my cape on
He's so thugged out - Ghostface and Raekwon
Didn't know what I was doing but I put on the cape
Now it's, "Which world tour should I go on today?"
I’m on that different type of high, heroin
Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine!
Put ya cape on, you a super ho
Twenty twelve, I’m at the Super Bowl


Give Me Brain!


Tell that n***a Link her
Cause I'm' looking for some good brains from a thinker
Only if he give good brain, like a scholar
Whoa, is that my cue?
I'm looking for some brain to boost my IQ
Hmm, Is that my cue?
I'm looking for some brain to boost my IQ
I'm like 5'2, My SAT scores was high too
More brain than a IQ
More head than a dread (my youte)
These bitches ain’t in my lane
Only bitches in the plane is bitches that give me brain!
I heard she move them thangs, I think she fuckin' Wayne
She call herself Lewinsky, that means she give him brain
N***as give me brain cause all of them n***as geeky
Gimme brain, assume the position / Make me way smarter, like you was a magician
Pretty gang, always keep them n***as on geek
I said "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" / I said "Teach me, n***a, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you"