Nicki Minaj - It’s Going Down lyrics

DJ WhiteOwl dJ WhiteOwl
Ha ha, ha ha
It's your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches
Listen, y'all better buckle
Y'all motherfuckin' seat-belts, broads
It's goin' down yo, yessir

Fitted down and I'm ready to play (Uh, huh)
When ya album gonna drop
Bitches never could say
Say, "Fuck I look like
Giving birds they props? (Ch-yea)
Bitches act like they hot
But I heard they not" (Woo)
How the fuck you in the
Game like ten years strong? (Uh, huh)
You bitches still can't write
Ya own damn songs (Never)
You see me on the stoop, man
These birds just salute me (yeah)
Whеther I'm in the coupe or thе hoopti Duke
See (C’mon)
I'm always with a dude that'll off the kufi
Let him eat my coochie and cop me Pucci
(Alright)
House in the boonies, rock a doobie
(What else?)
Cock the 22, then spark a loosey (Ch-yea)
He tell me I'm the one, he probably right
He pressin’ me like button downs
On a Friday night
Your girl get it poppin' like dynamite
Dynamite, the coke albino white (Ch-yea)
Name one bitch in the game
That I can't murder (Uh, huh)
Chicken noodle bitches
On the side with a soda (Woo)
Give it to everybody like a cop with a quota
(C’mon, c’mon, ch’yea, uh)
Stop playing poker, hop in something mocha
(Let’s go)
I eat bitches, no knife, no fork-a (Yessir)
Bitch, want it with me? Living the life loca
(Woo) oh, I get it, you a joker
Leave a dot on your head and
I ain't talking bout polka (Bitch)
You the type that be runnin' ya mouth
(Alright)
See you on the block, wanna run in ya house
(Why is that?) i'm with that nigga Fendi
Never fucks with a slouch (Okay)
I fuck with dirty money
Like what's under the couch (Ch-yea)
Cause ain't a bitch could fuck with my flow
(No)
When it comes to drugs, mami just say no
(Uh, huh)
Either you're on something or you're S-L-O
(Ch-yea, huh)
Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos
(sketels) know (Woo)
I come, cum hard, I don't come with garbage
(Uh, huh) just one phone call
They gon' come regardless
(C’mon, ch-yea, uh huh)
I always got the ball ma
I don't roll with starters
(Ch-yea, yea, yea)
Write my own bars and my flow's the hardest
Nigga (Uh)