Songs Lyrics: Nicki Minaj

Get Like Me

All y'all niggas wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

C'mon, you know it, you know it

You know it, you know it (tell them again)

All my niggas be blowin' on trees

Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

I say all y'all niggas wanna get like me

(All y'all niggas wanna get like me)

Now who run the show? go look and see

And then count the bitches, nigga, one, two, three

I said and if you feel like somethin' else there

Then tell her that you down for somethin' else, yeah

And if she say, "Kissin' far as it goes"

Don't worry, she straight like a actor's nose

You can ball and ball, do it wall to wall

Just sayin' that you can't do it small is all

You can floss Rolex over Audemar

On the arm and I'm outshinin' all of y'all

Can you feel it? Hey, hey

Do you want more? Hey, hey

'Til yo' back sore, hey, hey

So let's go, let's go, oww

All y'all niggas wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

C'mon, you know it, you know it

You know it, you know it (tell them again)

All my niggas be blowin' on trees

Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

Uh, I'm the shizzniyee

You should follow my example, bitch, i.e.

'Cause I'm front row, Isaac Mizrahi

In the truck but I ain't suck diznayee

All these hoes wanna get like me

Get their own speakers and some prose like me

When I'm at the game, all the pros like me

Bitch, I'm a pro, ain't a ho like me

Bitches ain't stuntin' in the cold like me

Some call me bitchie, so Necole like me

Pull up in the ghost, East Coast like me

My nigga spend money like the coke price free

Uh, bon voyage

Nicki M. Baby, Buns Minaj

Back of the 'Bach slumpty, Humpty Dumpty

On the back of the bike, these stunts be comfy

All y'all niggas wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

C'mon, you know it, you know it

You know it, you know it (tell them again)

All my niggas be blowin' on trees

Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it

Uh, you wrong

Why you dance so low to this song?

Where your boyfriend at, he gone?

Is that a napkin you put your number on?

Look, you so wrong

Drop down shawty, get your eagle on

Tell your boyfriend you stayin' with Simone

Matter of fact, put your number in my phone

I'm a fly nigga tatted up with the fade

Yeah, I was rockin' waves when them niggas had braids

It was Air Force 1's then I took 'em all to J's

Now they wanna play dumb like they from The Bay

I was tourin' overseas, two-fifty every day

Just came back in the middle of the May

In the Maybach with this chick named May

Wanna know if she can do me, shawty, yes you may

See, the whole rap game soundin' like me

Who that on the drums? Man, it sound like P

Shawty say she horny, sound like E

Say she wanna bring her partner, okay, that sound like three

Fresh off the yacht, feet in the sand

Walk in the club, me in demand

Got a whip on the lot, 'bout four-hundred grand

Gold 'round my neck, pistol close at hand 'cause

All y'all niggas wanna get like me

Surrounded by bitches that look like these

C'mon, you know it, you know it

You know it, you know it (tell them again)

All my niggas be blowin' on trees

Hands so sick so they throwin' up keys

You know it, you know it

You know it, you know it, uh