You’re only getting the Nicki verse’s lyrics because it’s the thing I wanted to transcribe. It also makes you forget Trey—who starts it off with “It’s Mr. Steal Your Girl”—was even on the song, which would have been pretty good even if Nicki didn’t skitter all over Kane Beatz’ synths and thin, air-leaking-out-of-a-basketball drums and deliver a verse that might just convince the last few holdouts that she’s one of the best rappers working.
Could I get that ‘Tron? Could I get that Remy?
Could I get that coke? Could I get that Henny?
Could I get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks?
Could I get salt all around that rim-rim-rim-rim?
Trey? I was like, “Yo, Trey?
Do you think you could buy me a bottle of rose?”
Okay, let’s get it now
I’m wit’ a bad bitch, he’s with his friends
I don’t say hi, I say “Keys to the Benz”
“Keys to the Benz?” “Keys to the Benz!”
Ma’fuckin’ right, yeah, V to the 10
If a bitch try to get cute, I’ma snuff her
Throw a lot of money at her, then yell “Fuck her!”
Fuck her, fuck her, then yell “Fuck her!”
Then I’ma go and get my Louisville Slugger
‘Scuse me, I’m sorry, I’m really such a lady
I rep Young Money, you know, Slim, Baby?
And we be doin’ donuts while we wavin’ the .380
We give a lot of money to the babies out in Haiti
Yellin’ all around the world, do you hear me?
Do you like my body? Anna Nicki
Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith
Yes, my dear, you’re so explosive
Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph
Now bottoms up, and double my dosage