[Verse]
Uh-huh, okay
How you gon' tell me I'm not the best (Ch-yeah)
That came out the West? Um, I mean the East, see (Uh)
I'm the president, but I don't live in D.C (Okay)
I rep the NY, (Word) FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI
I get them pies to them guys that say, "¡Ay, ay, ay!" (Uh)
I'm the head honcho, (Okay) get work from papi
And dead Pancho, put him in the roncho (Uh)
I mean Range Rov' where we let them things go (Okay)
I only fuck with dudes that could let their chain show
(Get your chain out, n***a)
I'm such a eighty's babe (Uh-huh)
Think you can beat me, then you're azy-cray (Oh)
Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies-day (Haha)
Won't you be my DJ, like Lazy K? (He on the one's and two's, bitch)
I'm such a psycho, n***as call me Michael (Uh-huh)
Nicki been hot, since you was on your tricycle (Ch-yeah)
Bitches, Romans, countrymen (Uh-huh)
You salute the president with your country friend (Okay)
Bitch, you ain't writin' shit, you get ten percent (What up?)
And you softer than them dudes, with their wrist-es bent
(Ah-a-a-a-a-ha)
It's Nickelodeon (Kyuh)
I am the president, where my podium? (Uh-huh)
And why these girls salty? Why they sodium? (I don't know)
Is it because my flow slicker than petroleum? (Woo)
See, I'm that yellow bus girl
They say "Nicki, you the best," and I tell them "Uh, dur" (Oh)
You tell me what I know, I guess I must concur (Okay)
I'm the reason why these bitches yellin', "Fuck her" (Yes sir)
'Cause everybody hate when you're great and you're caking (Why is that?)
And when I say caking, I ain't talkin' 'bout bakin' (Oh, okay)
But they gon' get it all wrong (Oh)
Fucking with them fake thugs and them fake Don Juans (Uh-huh)
Say he got workers like the kids in Hong Kong (Stop lyin')
But he ain't getting chips unless you count them Bon Tons (Oh, shit)
Tell that n***a "womp, womp"
'Cause you ain't gettin' chips unless you count then Bon Tons (Hahahaha)
[Outro]
How the only chips you got is Bon Ton potato chips?
Like, that's what I don't understand, I try to tell these n***as, like, you can't be serious
I'm Nicki Minaj
Other than that, like, if you can't see I'm the best
I mean really, you know, these bitches so washed up, like
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm walkin' around with them dryer sheets
Like, you know, the sheets that you throw in the dryer
Yeah, I'm walkin' around with them shits now
‘Cause, like, when I see these washed up ass bitches
I'm just throwin' them on bitches like, real talk, like
I'm just throwin' it on bitches like
Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed, haha
Dirty Money, kyuh