[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a, I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as

[Post-Chorus: Yung Berg | Nicki Minaj]
Roll up on ya
Ro-ro-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya (Yo, yo)
Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ay, ay, eight mil' on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string
Ain't fuckin' wit' you bitch n***as and that's real rap, but I do sing
Make room when I come by, ain't speakin', I'm dumb high
Just heard n***as got jokes, it's a matter of time before one die
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out
N***as know if they talk slick, that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out
'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out
N***as know if they talk slick, that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out (Uh)
This shit ain't regular rich (Uh), so they end up in a ditch (Uh)
I'm not a regular bitch, so when n***as see me, they jump on my dick (Uh)
He not a regular shooter (Uh), so when you see me, salute her (Uh)
Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some n***as from Cuba (Uh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a, I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as

[Post-Chorus: Yung Berg]
Roll up on ya
Ro-ro-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, ask Jay who he married, eighty thousand in Paris
Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got 'em aggy
These-these bitches is light-weight, I-I'm always at fight-weight
Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State
'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out
You could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out
'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out
You-you could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out (Uh)
All of these bitches in pocket (Uh), I'm 'bout to make a deposit (Uh)
Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip as long as your house is the size of my closet (Uh)
Anybody I call, they picks up (Uh), even if they was gettin' they dick sucked (Uh)
These n***as don't make a mix-up, tell 'em n***as go step they bricks up
Tell 'em n***as go step they bricks up, tell 'em n***as go step they bricks up
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a, I run around with them real n***as
Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave n***as, they get real bitter
On the real, n***a, I'm a real n***a
I run around with them real n***as

[Post-Chorus: Yung Berg]
Roll up on ya
Ro-ro-roll up on ya
Roll up on ya
Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
When we bang, bye
Pop pills, now we Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh
When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh