Lyrics:
Don't ever f*kin' play with me
Y'all niggas know, y'all b*tches know I'm the f*king queen
You ho b*tches know, you dirty bum b*tches know (grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up (woo, woo)
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (folks)
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck
Might just get your throat cut (ooh, ooh)
This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
When we move, tell 'em, "back up," click, click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you b*tches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you b*tches ain't livin' right (woo)
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/nicki-minaj/lyrics/yikes] Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (woo, woo)
Walk up to a bad b*tch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*ked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same
Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*k it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad b*tches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you b*tches ain't livin' right (ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Y'all niggas know, y'all b*tches know I'm the f*king queen
You ho b*tches know, you dirty bum b*tches know (grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up (woo, woo)
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (folks)
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck
Might just get your throat cut (ooh, ooh)
This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
When we move, tell 'em, "back up," click, click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you b*tches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you b*tches ain't livin' right (woo)
[lyrics was taken from http://www.lyrics.my/artists/nicki-minaj/lyrics/yikes] Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (woo, woo)
Walk up to a bad b*tch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*ked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same
Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*k it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad b*tches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you b*tches ain't livin' right (ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk