Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Oh, oh
Whatever you want, you can have from me Oh, oh
I want your love, just lead me on
Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang Mmm
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang Auhh
Yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5ll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin like crack, Im sellin powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
Im buyin buildings, we dont buy the blogs Kyuh
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uhh
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang Auhh
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang Yo
Who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke em like hippies now
They see me say, Yippie now
Homes runnin like Griffey now
They switchin like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin up
We take em to Jiffy now
Im thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippi now, uhh
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Oh, oh
Whatever you want, you can have from me Oh, oh
I want your love, just lead me on
Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifeys in Chicago Oh, oh
My side piece, but shes also
Someones wife, so time we spend is borrowed
But its our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
Cause moments like these are to die for
And shes clear, all nice and easy
As hair when Im bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle
Shes tipsy, Im sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a-
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, All that old school hip-hop is over
Think that shits got pneumonia
I told her, Bitch, now, just hold up!
Thats why rap needs a doctor
Our genres lymph nodes are swole up
Its time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
Thats why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a little bit!
You aint dealin with a fuckin featherweight
I used to medicate until Id get a fuckin bellyache
And now Im finna step on the pedal, dont wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, Ill make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and Ima get a special place
Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
Ima take the drivers seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like Im a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media
Right in the behind, Im a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast
And youre never gonna reach these heights
Theyre just too high to reach
And I aint even reached my fuckin highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, it aint shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And Im back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldnt be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing youre gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty Oh, oh
Whatever you want, you can have from me Oh, oh
I want your love, just lead me on
Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Yo, now let me hit you back
Told em Id get you back
I know you sittin there just thinking bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin, did you pack?
Cant post on Nicki block unless you sellin Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack
Check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that
All these bitches piggyback
Ha piggyback, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah
Out ah road they lovin my style
The mandem want digits to dial
Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know
And when I come out, gyal suicidal
Yeah, on the real, Im these bitches idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
Cause Im too powerful Cause Im too powerful, and you not powerful Yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers cause you bout to die slow Die slow
Die slow Die slow, die slow Die slow
Jealousy is a disease, die slow Die slow
Die slow Die slow, die slow Die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow Die slow