[Intro]

Kyuh, Nicki Minaj

Dirty Money, Young Money

Yo, why the fuck these lil' bitches always talkin' shit about what they did and–

I don't give a fuck, bitch

Nicki Lewinsky, look (Fucker)

[Verse 1]

When you was on stage with your brain on drugs

"Nick-Nack, Carry Crack," what my nickname was

And when you was in the hood with bottles of OE

I was OT, lookin' real lowkey

I do a strip tease if the cops stop me

A pair of Guess jeans, and some beef and broccoli

I was at the Rucker, I was sippin' on a Smucker's (Oh)

I was rockin' hats that was made for the truckers (Let's go)

That's when I hopped out the pink on pink

Hate it when a bitch act like her shit don't stink

See you was drippin' wet, you was jumpin' in the crowd

I was in a jet, I was swervin' through a cloud (Oh)

[Bridge]

You know, I-I'ma put them bitches in a time machine and, and, and

And send 'em back to the past and shit

Bitches always talkin' 'bout shit they did and all that

Bitch, get in a time machine

[Verse 2]

Time machine bitches always talkin' 'bout the old days

When they was hot, when they was tourin' with the OJ's

I tell a bitch this, "I'm not impressed, bitch"

I'm Nicki M, trick, I'm always on the guest list

I'm on my way to Riker's Island with a couple hard

I'm on a bike, nine-five-four double R

And they don't write shit, they might write a couple bars

That's why they gettin' drop-dropped, like a couple cars

(You shouldn't have said that)

NY to NO

Late night shows, like Letterman and Leno

End, where you cut it, home-slice, your gar-bage

White boys tell me that I rock, like guitars

[Outro]

See, see, you see Anna Mae?

I'm 'bout to slap y'all bitches around and call y'all Anna Mae

Like, that, that's what y'all gon' get in a minute, re-real talk, like

'Cause, you know, this is '08 now, like

So, anything you talk about, like, it gotta be

It gotta be at least within a, a two year radius type shit, like

I-I don't, I don't care what happened fifty years ago, like

You know, you know, you know, call, all be–, all bets are off, bitches

You know, ga–game just begun, kyuh