Chorus: Labrinth
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
’Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Verse 1: Nicki Minaj
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5ll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin’ like crack, Im sellin powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
Im buyin buildings, we dont buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

Refrain: Labrinth
Cause Im a sucker for you
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Verse 2: Nicki Minaj
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke ’em like hippies now
They see me, say, "Yippie," now
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
They switchin like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin’ up
We take em to Jiffy now
Im thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh

Chorus: Labrinth
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Interlude: Eminem
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh—wifeys in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece—but shes also someones wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But its our moment
Right here, fuck tomorrow
Cause moments like these are to die for
And shes clear all
Nice and easy as hair when Im bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle

Verse 3: Eminem
Shes tipsy, Im sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so fucked
Think that shits got pneumonia."
I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up."
Thats why rap needs a doctor
Our genres lymph nodes are swollen up
Its time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
Thats why Tribe is so vital—we need Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a little bit
You aint dealin with a fuckin featherweight
I used to medicate until Id get a fuckin bellyache
And now Im finna step on the pedal, dont wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, Ill make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and Ima get a special place, now
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
Ima take the drivers seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like Im a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media right in the behind
Im a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And youre never gonna reach these heights, theyre just too high to reach it
I aint even reached my fuckin highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, aint shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And Im back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred, two things shouldnt be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband, last thing youre gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

Chorus: Labrinth
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Wont give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Cause Im a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Verse 4: Nicki Minaj
Yo, yo, let me hit you back
Told em Id get you back
I know you sittin there just thinkin bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin, did you pack?
Cant post on Nicki block unless you sellin Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah

Outro: Nicki Minaj
How dare all them mirror my style
The mandem want this just for dial
Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now
I wanna come out your suicide door
Yeah, on the real, Im these bitches idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
Cause Im too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers cause you bout to die slow
Die slow, die slow
Jealousy is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow