"This one is for the boys with the boomin’ systems, top down AC with the coolin’ system, when they come up in the club they be blazin’ up, got stacks on deck like they savin’ up, and he ill, he real, he might gotta deal, he pop bottles and he got the right kinda build, he cold, he dope, he might sell coke, he always in the air but he never fly coach. He a mothafuckin’ trip trip, sailor of the ship ship, when he make it drip drip, kiss him on the lip lip and that’s the kinda dude I been lookin’ for, and yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ ho! I say excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy and I mean my my my you’re like pelican fly, I mean you’re so shy, and I’m lovin’ your tie, you’re like slicker then the guy with the thing on his eye! Yes I did, yes I did somebody please tell him who the eff I is, I am Nicki Minaj, I mack the dudes up, back coupes up and chuck the deuce up."
— ME, BITCHES