Songs Lyrics: Nicki Minaj

Keys Under Palm Trees

Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em

It's like, I get chills down my spine, when I'm near him

Man, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear him

I don't need the preachers, I'm the high priestess

Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you."

Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionistis

And they know, I stay around the white, like a groom

Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom

I think I'm gettin' hi-high-hi-high, on my own supply

Yellin' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by

See, I used to be the wife, of a king

Back when I was smugglin' them things, in the bing

Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win

Come to Mr. Chow's, or meet me in Chin-Chin

Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring -

Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding!

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees

The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads

And if my heart seize, please call my aunties

I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees

The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads

And if my heart seize, please call my aunties

I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

Get down, get down, get down down

Get d- get down, get down, get down down

Get down, get down, get down down

Get down, get down on the ground

Get down, get down on the ground

Man, fuck a P0, and fuck a C0

'Bout to "Set It Off", like Cleo

Mad, they done tapped my Treo

Bagged my skio, heard the bitch lyin' like Leo

Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazin'

In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians

I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son

So all of that yellin' in the street soon done

Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin'

The young Chaka Khan, yes - "I Am Every Woman"

And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in

Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees

The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads

And if my heart seize, please call my aunties

I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys, under palm trees

The leprechaun sees, what my palm reads

And if my heart seize, please call my aunties

I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

Can you hear the yellin'?

Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e

Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me