[Verse 1]
Carter called, lemme get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie!
Keep a marquise, everything's sparkly (Man, man down!)
Hit em on a walkie-talkie
Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em "let me in"
My name rings bells, bitch, buzz me in!
And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbians
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersex sine
Hit em wit a Tommy so my n***as call me Pammy and I always eat the jammy in the trunk or in the lamby
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm gooda
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up, now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly, got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle;
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
I'm a bad bitch - no muzzle. (no muzzle)
Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my n***a 7-up in Castaki
This is for my n***as wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the back east salt fish ackes
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)