Queens, Queens! Ayo Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga.
Ms. Minaj, lil' mama, get a taste of the hot sauce. Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft. I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch. In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off. All I wanna do is party, Rock some Ed Hardy and 40/40. You arrive when it just get started. I come through at 2 and I don't get carded. Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon. Mami, your flow sick? My flow's retarded. Cause you can take something and you won't be sick. But, uh, I can't help my retarded shit. Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound. Take the small bus all year round. That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head, Bottle of new meds, good pair of keds.
[Chorus:] Where my chicks? All my girls that'll transport bricks. Got some Mac lipgloss on ya lips. Keep a real good jean on ya hips. You can get it. And to my dudes, If you keep a good bitch in ya crew. And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit. And you got a lil' tree on ya boots. You can get it.
Nicki and Dirty Money, nigga, shit ya draws. When I count to three, hit the floor. Damn, lil' mama, pick up ya jaw. That there's the chevy '64. You that bitch? I'm the boss. I'm a have my bodyguard dust me off. Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder. Call my nigga Light with the money green rover. I'm the boss bitch, pink links and the brinks. Rockin the corset, sip drinks in my Minks. Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby, Tell him I said maybe he should bring the Trey P. Already know these lames is gonna hate me. But, uh, lately it only motivate me. Want it with the squad, gotta come through me. I hit the dance floor nigga 1, 2, 3!