[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Me, I'm just me, me, I'm just real Me, I'm that bitch that be footing the bill Only a real nigga could cop a feel Credit Card blacker than that nigga Seal 25 million to broker the deal Jewish my lawyer, he Kosher, the Dill (Deal) And I am still poppin' them pills I don't give a fuck how you bitches feel Jealousy, jealousy that's how you feel? I am still living in Beverly Hills Tell 'em to chill, tell 'em to chill Tell all them people, my wrist is on chill Bitches can't beat me, they ain't got the skill Eye of the tiger they ain't got the kill Look up to Jada, I love her and Will Bitches my sons but they not in my will The fuck be wrong with these bitches? The fuck be wrong with these niggas?
[Hook 2: Soulja Boy & Nicki Minaj] Yasss, Bish, Yasss [x12] Tell 'em give a bad bitch her proper due What they say ain't never what they gon' do It say 250, on that fucking sticker PinkPrint hot, it should be in some slippers Niggas know me, yeah
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I don't fuck with you niggas, I own the Clippers I own some homes, I own my own liquor Bitches is bitter, my titties is bigger You bitches my sons, I need a babysitter I am the dream, on the dream team I am Olajuwon I am Hakeem Dul Jabbar, I am Kareem I am the Queen because I'm a machine You not ready, you not seasoned Go against me I say, "Fix it Jesus" Thinking they hot, talk shit a lot But when they shit drop I say "Fix it Jesus" Oh, your shit, ain't gold! Word, to my bank roll Real niggas, ain't sold Dropping my single in two weeks The PinkPrint album a movie Bitches be thinkin' they hot But, these bitches be using that term, so loosely