Set It Off

Kyuh, Nicki Minaj
Dirty Money, Young Money
Yo, why the fuck these lil' bitches always
talkin' shit about what they did and
I don't give a fuck, bitch
Nicki Lewinsky, look (fucka)

When you was on stage with your brain on drugs
"Nick-Nack, Carry Crack," what my nickname was
And when you was in the hood with bottles of OE
I was OT, lookin' real lowkey
I do a strip tease if the cops stop me
A pair of Guess jeans, and some beef and broccoli's
I was at the Rucker, I was sippin' on a Smucker's (oh)
I was rockin' hats that was made for the truckers (let's go)
That's when I hopped out the pink on pink
Hate it when a bitch act like her shit don't stink
See you was drippin' wet, you was jumpin' in the crowd
I was in a jet, I was swervin' through a cloud (oh)

You know, I-I'ma put them bitches in a time machine and, and, and
And send 'em back to the past and shit
Bitches always talkin' 'bout shit they did and all that
Bitch, get in a time machine

Time machine bitches always talkin' 'bout the old days
When they was hot, when they was tourin' with the OJ's
I tell a bitch this, "I'm not impressed, bitch"
I'm Nicki M, trick, I'm always on the guest list
I'm on my way to Riker's Island with a couple hard
I'm on a bike, nine-five-four double R
And they don't write shit, they might write a couple bars
That's why they gettin' drop-dropped, like a couple cars
(You shouldn't have said that)
NY to NO
Late night shows, like Letterman and Leno
End, where you cut it, home-slice, your garbage
White boys tell me that I rock, like guitars

See, see, you see Anna Mae?
I'm 'bout to slap y'all bitches around and call y'all Anna Mae
Like, that, that's what y'all gon' get in a minute, re-real talk, like
'Cause, you know, this is '08 now, like
So, anything you talk about, like, it gotta be
It gotta be at least within a, a two year radius type shit, like
I-I don't, I don't care what happened fifty years ago, like
You know, you know, you know, call, all be-, all bets are off, bitches
You know, ga-game just begun, kyuh