[Hook] A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang) So when I lift the shirt, that's the end of discussion Click clack motherfuckers, I ain't trynna hear that [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] They call me Nicholas Style defined as ridiculous I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden #1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like them dudes On the New York Knicks (Check it) I'm overseas rockin' hella capris I'm in the West Indies eatin' delicacies I tell 'em, they want Kane like Erica? Please Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy These broke rappers always rappin' bout a pink truck I'm only happy when I'm hoppin' out the Brinks truck And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence I goes in on a fucker like an entrance These old bitches better change they dentures When I get in the game they gon' play the benches Fuck your friendship, pay attention Bitch get at me, I'mma pay my henchmen [Hook] [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] They call me Maraj Fuck you & fuck your squad Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin' bout the Taj I'm on the other line, I ain't talkin' bout call waitin' I'm VIP lil' mama, I just walk straight in Lil' Dolce & Gabbana got this broad hatin' That's why I pop up in the Porsche with the top vacant Mami stop fakin', talkin' bout what you got You ain't got nathen And your not caking , your not my taste Get out of my face, I play the top like 8 friends on your myspace Stay in a child's place, check the timin' I rock bitches like they throwin' up the diamonds (its the rock) You on a flight, I be bakin' on islands Mami your accent sounds faker than dylan Murder them, murder them Fuck a competition already murdered them [Hook] [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] They call me Nicki M Hard to find me in a sticky ben I play the club with a thug and some pretty friends And if they ain't got the gat, they got the knife on Your too whack to get up on one of my songs You got a deal cause you was givin' up the coochie prolly But I'll arrange one hit like oochie wally And you'll be gone til November like Wyclef I hold weight and I ain't talkin' bout biceps I rep queens like a crown, when I'm in the town Ask Yung Joc it's goin' down Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, get a pound June turn me up, mic check, how I sound? Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math Give a fuck about a bitch and the clique she with Unless you doin' them numbers like arithmetic Young Nick, holla back and turn up my shit [Hook]