Şarkıcı Adı: Nicki Minaj
Şarkı Adı: Mona Lisa

You make me, you make me, ooh
You make me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You’ll see
You’ll see, I ain’t worried about a he
See
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain’t worried about a he
And he ain’t worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain’t worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me
You make me feel blue
You make me feel super
You make me feel super
Look at me
Me
He ain’t worried about me
And I’ll pick up that lease
He ain’t worried about me
See
If it’s you and me then it’s you and me
Baby we don’t worry about keys
You make me
Make me feel stuck
You don’t give two fucks
He ain’t worried bout me he just trying to bust nuts
Times up
All that bullshit lines up
All that talkin bout boy what you gonna do
Boy get ya mind up
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You’ll see
You’ll see, I ain’t worried about a he
See
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain’t worried about a he
And he ain’t worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain’t worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me
I don’t wanna fight but, I’ll fuck around and shoot you
I don’t wanna fight but, you gave me no more trust
I will fuck around and end your life
If you look at my
If you look at my love
You’ll see
You’ll see, I ain’t worried about a he
See
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t worried about a he
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me
If you look at my
If you look at my love
I ain’t worried about a he
And he ain’t worried bout me
Live of my love
Cause he ain’t worried about me
Live of my love, me
I ain’t never taking niggas, ain’t worry bout me

Şarkıcı Adı: Nicki Minaj
Şarkı Adı: I’m Legit (Feat. Ciara)

[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I’m the shit
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the shit
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Beat ’em like they stole something
Beat ’em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the key for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo’ me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don’t stand on my damn zanotti’s
All them bitches is my sons but who’s the daddy?
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O’ Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to ’em
Step up in the club everybody like who ‘dem
Girls, girls, me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I’m the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don’t he can suck my dick
I tell ’em everybody else is my opposite
I put ’em on the gang em’ 5 percent
[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I’m the shit
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the shit
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme rear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol’ ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we looking for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that
Ain’t at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I’m a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can’t keep up they molasses slow
I’m the greatest Queens bitch with the cash’s flow
L-L-Looking at me like it’s my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures with their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for
[Hook x2: Ciara]
I-I-I’m the shit
With no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I’m cute
I know I’m fly
You ask me why
Cause I’m the shit

Şarkıcı Adı: Nicki Minaj
Şarkı Adı: Beez In The Trap

Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthinA hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthinI beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Man, I been did that
Man, I been popped off
And if she ain’t tryna give it up, she get dropped off
Let me bust that U-ie
Bitch, bust that open
Might spend a couple thou’ just to bust that open
Rip it off, no jokinLike your name Hulk Hogan
Niggas move weight in the South, but live in Hoboken
Bitch, I spit that crack
Like I’m in that trap
So if you need a hit, then I’m with that bat

[Hook: x2]
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthinA hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthinI beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Okay now Nicki Nicki Nicki, put it in your kidney
Got a new LS 450, ain’t no keys in this do-hicky
If I weren’t rappin’ I be trappinIf I weren’t trappin’ I be pimpinIf weren’t pimpin’ I be gettin’ it, period
I don’t smoke no bobby, but my denim be from Ricky
Got your girl on molly and we smokin’ loud and drinkinGot my top back so you can see what I been thinkinIf you know me then you know I’ve been thinking Franklin
Money, thousands, True Religion trousers
Got a private home, started from the public houses
Hair weave killer, causing her arousal
Audi A8, told them Audi 5000, uh

[Hook: x2]
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthinA hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthinI beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Bridge: x2]
Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, fuck is on your biscuit?
If I get hits, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life

[Hook:]
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthinA hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthinI beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Man I’m out in Texas, man I’m out in A-town
Then I’m up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin’ it down
It’s that New Orleans, it’s LA or The Bay
It’s New York, Philly, and the whole DMV
I’m a Detroit Player, man it’s North&South Kat
Ohio, Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck
It’s Delaware, Connecticut, it’s New Jersey got hella bricks
It’s Queens Brooklyn and yea they’re wildinThe Bronx Harlem and Staten Island

[Hook:]
Bitches ain’t shit, and they ain’t sayin’ nuthinA hundred muthafuckas can’t tell me nuthinI beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap
I beez in the trap, bee, beez in the trap

[Bridge: x2]
Damn, damn what they say about me?
I don’t know man, fuck is on your biscuit?
If I get hits, swinging on a big bitch
I don’t know man, I’m shittin’ on your whole life

Şarkıcı Adı: Nicki Minaj
Şarkı Adı: Letter To Lil Wayne

Dear Wayne
If this shit ever gets to you
Listen to me, There’s some things
I should have said to you
First of all
Every rapper need to bow to you
As a fan man I really am proud of you
Second of all I gotta say thanks
You really did alot
For my out of state banks
With that being said
Lets get down to the real
I still don’t understand
What went down with the deal
And I been waiting on you
Just to give me the word
You know, A couple nouns
And a couple of verbs
I do it for them girls
That be flippin’ the bird
Tryna get up out the hood
And get into the ‘burbs
But everything you said
Was it just pretend?
Maybe it was all a game like ESPN
I don’t really care if they hate on you
I be turning down meetings
Just to wait on you
But what I don’t understand is
Why you told them you signed me
If you wasn’t ready
To get totally behind me
I mean honestly, How could you deny me?
You know you’re Harry
And I’ll always be Hermione
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart
Dear Wayne
I’m writing another letter cause
You never did respond
It’s been a couple months
See when I speak
I say what people wanna hear
So this will be the last thing
That they gonna hear
But this will be the realest shit
That I ever wrote
You see me falling
Why you never sent down a rope?
I woulda climbed up
But now my times up
I swear to God man
I thought you had it lined up
But if the Lord
Had a head of thorns
Who am I but a broad
With some metaphors
Knockin’ on a set of doors
Knockin’ on heavens doors
Let’s play a game, Just for pretend
Could we play a game?
Lets act like you coming to me
Like you laced up your shoes
Started running to me
And you was running out of breath
But you kept going
‘Cause you finally realized what you slept on
You could take your own life
And you’re a sinner, I made you dinner
But you better be a hell of a sprinter
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I done pulled the trigger
If you’re reading this letter
I done pulled the trigger
I’ve been lonely
I’ve been waiting for you
I’m pretending that’s all I can do
The love I’m sending
Ain’t making it through to your heart