Womp Womp

How you gon tell me I'm not the best that came out the west um I mean the east, see
I'm the president but I don't live in DC
I rep the NY fyi, I said, I rep the NY fyi
I get them pies to them guys that say ayyyaya I'm the head honcho

Get work from papi and dead poncho put em in the Ronch Rove
I mean the Range Rove where we let them things go
I only fuck with dudes that could let they chain show
I'm such a 80s babe think you could beat me then you azy-cray

Bitches having pushing up aisysday
Won't you be my dj like lazy k
I'm such a psycho niggas call me Michael
Nicki been hot since you was on your tricycle

Bitches, Romans, country men
They salute the president with your country friend
Bitch you ain't writing shit you get 10%
And you softer than dem dudes wit they wristes bent

It's nickelodeon I am the president where my podium
why these girls salty why they sodium, is it because my flow slicker than petroleum
See I'm the yellow bus girl
They say nicki you the best and I tell em uhh durr

You tell me wat I know I guess I must concur
I'm the reason why these bitches yellin fuck her
Cause everybody hate when your great and your caking
And wen I say caking I ain't talkin bout bakin

But they gon get it all wrong
Fucking with dem fake thugs and dem fake don juans
Say he got workers lik the kids in hong kong
But he ain't getting chips unless you count them bon tons

Tell that nigga womp womp
Cause he ain't getting chips unless you count them bon tons