Just when they thought I was done for the summer Came out the cupboard show my ass like a plumber Ain't Chinese but you worth two dolla Tee get the bleach I'm a show my true ca-la Tell a nigga holla in the peach Impala Only if he give good brain like a scholar A-la, a-la, a-la eyy Knock your top off like a holi-day Dang little Momma I should be in your pot Cause everywhere I go they sayin Nicki your hot I catch more eyes then the letter with the dot Super-size fries, my pies better be hot She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch That's why I be in Mr.Chows You a Popeyes bitch You the type to get some money, go spend it on some boots Save just enough for some douche for your cooch It ain't about money You ain't speakin' my lang- Cuttin' any bitch off if she enter my lane And it really ain't a thang When I bang, I bang And the goons swing by like Orangutans Fuck wrong with you I am the don dada Show you how to do it Like I'm ya mu-mudda You can't beat me so don't da don't bother Soft like butta And no I don't stutter You Romeo and I'm Master P That's why they mention me first then you after me I'm the up and comin' that the streets talk about I'm the twenty-two slugga make a bitch walk it out Nicki get it poppin' like I came unannounced Stay with a goon and my goon dumbin' out So first thing first I'm the queen of the crew I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew What cha gonna do I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew What cha gonna do I could cook crack or cook a mean beef stew [Outro] I am the president, I am the president Dirty money Queens New york is in the muthafuckin' building, building, building Building, building, building, building, building, haha You gotta love me, mayne Gravy what up Get ya fatass in the booth nigga