[Verse 1: Nicki] If drizzy say get her, Ima get her I got that kind of money, make a broke bitch bitter I got that kind of, wait wait, fixate Which bitch you know made a million off a mixtape That was just a keepsake, bought the president the louis Presidental briefcase, never been the cheapskate We got the hawks, I ain't talkin' bout the peach state Maann for peeps sake, scratch that, sweepstakes Fuck I look like ho, I look like yes and you look like no Ima bad bitch, I ain't never been a mixed breed On a diet, but im doing donuts in a 6speed M6 in front of M2, I see alot of rap bitches on the menu But I collect a hunnit thou at the venue And pop bottles with my team, Young Money till the death of me [Verse 2: Nicki] I mean we can't even rock them shoes if it dont got a comma on the pricetag You know, I mean but then again, who looks at the pricetag you know