I´m a dime, you a nickel-ette, light skinned-ed pigment Write my own shit, ya´ll copyrighting infringement I eat these rap bitches, somebody get me a dinner mint
Pussy make him tattoo my name, up on his ligament Fuck wrong with them, my nerves they keep tweaking´ Tell them I´m the chief, I´m runnin´ with Mohikans Tell them this is church, and tell them I am the deacon Tell them that I´m Black, Chinese and Butter Pecan Pull up in the Range, I´m givin´ them more reasons Hit up Lil´ Wayne, while I´m in the 4 Seasons Tell Gudda, Mack and Kid Kid I´m here I´m colder than a cough,I´m wetter than swimwear Got all these little bitches, g-gettin´ p-pink hair I´m pretty and I´m fly, I´m up in the pink Lear I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer
Decorated his office, with flowers and pink chairs (chairs)
Listen... Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinksy... where the fuck is the president?