Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty, oh, oh Whatever you want, you can have from me, oh, oh I want your love, just leave me on it, won't give it up Hey, hey, hey, hey Cause I'm a sucker for your Boom, shine-a-la-la-la Boom, shine-a-la-la-la Yo, I got the money and the power now The G5'll get me out there in an hour now The Mack movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder now Game over, locker room, hit them showers now I got the trophies in the catalog Just did a deal, Mercedes Benz, check the catalog I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blocks The Nicki Challenge when I fly to Prague, mm Cause I'm a sucker for your Boom, shine-a-la-la-la Boom, shine-a-la-la-la Who want it with Nicki now? I smoke them like hippies now They see me, say, yippee now Homes runnin' like Griffey now They switchin' like sissies now You niggas is iffy now Bitches tunes switchin' up We take them to Jiffy now I'm thicker than peanut butter He nuttin' like Skippy now He want me to be his wife His missus like Sippy now, uh Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty, oh, oh Whatever you want, you can have from me, oh, oh I want your love, just leave me on it Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Cause I'm a sucker for your Boom, shine-a-la-la-la Boom, shine-a-la-la-la She invites me to the condo, uh-oh Wife, he's in Chicago, oh, oh My sight, peace, but she's also Someone's wife, so tight What we spend is borrowed But it's our moment right here, * tomorrow Cause moments like these are to die for And she's Clairol, nice and easy as hair When I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a bottle She's tipsy, I'm sober So she gets a chip on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to load her Slick Rick song, I throw some salt to Miss Chiffon She goes all that old school hip-hop is so fun Think that *'s got pneumonia I told the bitch, now just hold up That's why rap needs a doctor Our genre's hypno to swole up It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts That's why tribe is so vital We need Q-tip for the culture Feed it up a little, you ain't dealing with a fuckin' featherweight I used to medicate until I get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal Don't wanna ever break, I wanna accelerate to a level That I can elevate, I'm in it with the pen I'll make the motherfucker detonate I wanna make an acapella wait I gotta set a date with the devil And celebrate together, we can renovate And redevelop hella weights And I'ma get a special place Now, take a ride with me Hop into my time machine I'ma take the driver's seat As I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a meteorite And motherfucker, fuckin' meteorite Indeed, behind I'm a human encyclopedia I must be like pie crust Because I was fed to rice Like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach these heights They're just too high to reach And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest You better pick another game, try hide and seek And you might wanna decide you're cheap Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek Am I indeed the last of a dying breed Even if you fire breathe Ain't * you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire meat Pat it with a dryer sheet And I'm back to rule the kingdom Well, * it, better not use me as your topic Anybody who brings me up, duck it, let me keep it One hundred, two things shouldn't be your themes Of discussion, the queen and her husband Last thing you're 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 leave me on Won't give it up Won't give it up Hey, hey, hey, hey Cause I'm the sucker for ya Bum-sha-la-la-la-la Bum-sha-la-la-la-la Yeah Yo, let me hit you back Tell them I'll get you back I know you're sittin' there Just thinkin' about who did you dat I am who did you dat You trippin', did you pack? Can't post on Nicky block Unless you sellin' Nicky crack Here, take a Nicky pack Check out this Nicky act Nicky this, Nicky that All these bitches piggyback P-p-p-piggyback Back, back, back Back, back, back I'm terrible at them living my style Demand them one digits for dial And at the dance, we got skin on tile now I wanna come out, yeah, suicidal You're unreal, I'm these bitches' idol Gotta be dumb to make me your rival Cause I'm too powerful And you not powerful So say your prayers cause you bout to die slow Die slow, die slow Jealousy is a disease Die slow, die slow Die slow Tell her that jealousy is a disease Die slow