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Nicki Minaj by Matt Irwin for Wonderland February/March 2012




[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

This a celebration, this is levitation

Look at how you winning now?

This to dedication; this is meditation

Higher education; this the official competitor elimination

I-I-I-I was taking trips with Webs to move weight

Came back to Queens to hit up a new state

Bitches dont know the half, like they flunk they math

Bitches aint half cut up crack up in the stash

50 Cent Italian, icy flow

This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone

Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas

But my memories only happy images

This is for the hood, this is for the kids

This is for the single mothers; niggas doing bids

This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Viola, Sharika

Candice, Temby, Lauren, Aiesha

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]

Its a celebration (For the ghetto)

Its time like these (Ooh, ooh)

They know who we are by now (They know who we are)

Champion, the champions (Champion, champion)

[Verse 2: Drake]

Yeah, okay

We made it to America

I remember when I used to stay with Erica

Labor transferred 20 million to Comerica

Its fucking terrible, its got me acting out of character

Young T.O. nigga, either riding range

The Ferrari top down, screaming, Money aint a thang!

Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change

Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know!

Making hits in three acre cribs

Cooking up tryna eat niggas, steak and ribs

I made a couple stars outta basic chicks

Nowadays blow the candles out, dont even make a wish

Having good times, making good money

Lot of bad bitches, but they good to me

I make them do the splits for a rap

Wish you niggas good luck, trynna get where Im at

Straight like that

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]

Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; Melo

Tell me one thing you wont do: Settle

Give me one word for each chain: Yellow

Pocket full of money, black card; ghetto

Critics say I aint in the game, A.I

This is how you deal with the fame: Stay high

Stay putting on for the town; may I?

What you call a crib in the sky? Play high

4 Mill in three weeks, yall did it like a champ

Momma taught me pride, yes, she did it with the stamps

Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photos

Somebody tell these local hating niggas, Im global

Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going

What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing?

Dont let me hear Sean Carter, Im the ballest of the ace

Let me hit up Sean Comb money case thats on my place, lets celebrate


[Verse 4: Nas]

I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23

Im barely a man, yet, I had some killers under me

This aint rated PG, this rated PJ

Cause thats where a nigga from murder on replay

My 24th b-day, Im sailing to Bermuda, you can see me on a yacht

Blasting Pac, little not, I aint greedy

Im back to thugging, bitches

Back to making them kiss other bitches

My man sister like me, I dont fuck my brothers sister

I just aspire and desire to be different

My ten year old plan is just one year to finish

My list went like this, first thing discover

The difference in pussy, white, Black, Latin or other

Heres a man who clearly isnt basic

Waiting lists just to hear me or witness the greatness

Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter

Fast Cash Life, happily ever after






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