Nicki Minaj — Womp Womp

[Verse] Uh-huh, okay How you gon' tell me I'm not the best (Ch-yeah) That came out the West? Um, I mean the East, see (Uh) I'm the president, but I don't live in D.C (Okay) I rep the NY, (Word) FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI I get them pies to them guys that say, "¡ay, ay, ay!" (Uh) I'm the head honcho, (Okay) get work from papi And dead Pancho, put him in the roncho (Uh) I mean Range Rov' where we let them things go (Okay) I only fuck with dudes that could let their chain show (Get your chain out, nigga!), I'm such a eighty's babe (Uh-huh) Think you can beat me, then you're azy-cray (Oh!) Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies-day (Haha) Won't you be my DJ, like Lazy K? (He on the 1's and 2's, bitch) I'm such a psycho, niggas call me Michael (Uh-huh) Nicki been hot, since you was on your tricycle (Ch-yeah) Bitches, Romans, countrymen (Uh-huh) You salute the president with your country friend (Okay) Bitch, you ain't writing shit, you get ten percent (What up?) And you softer than them dudes, with their wrist-es bent (Ah-a-a-a-a-ha!) It's Nickelodeon (Ch-yeah) I am the president, where my podium? (Uh-huh) And why these girls salty? Why they sodium? (I don't know) Is it because my flow slicker than petroleum? (Woo!) See, I'm that yellow bus girl They say "Nicki, you the best!", and I tell them "Uh, dur!" (Oh) You tell me what I know, I guess I must concur (Okay) I'm the reason why these bitches yelling, "Fuck her!" (Yes Sir!) 'Cause everybody hate when you're great and you're caking (Why is that?) And when I say caking, I ain't talking 'bout baking (Oh, okay) But they gon' get it all wrong (Oh) Fucking with them fake thugs and them fake Don Juans (Uh-huh) Say he got workers like the kids in Hong Kong (Stop lying!) But he ain't getting chips unless you count them Bon Tons (Oh, shit!) Tell that nigga “womp, womp” ‘Cause you ain't getting chips unless you count then Bon Tons (Hahahaha) [Outro] How the only chips you got is Bon Ton potato chips? Like, that's what I don't understand, I try to tell these niggas, like, you can't be serious I'm Nicki Minaj! Other than that, like, if you can't see I'm the best I mean really, you know, these bitches so washed up, like- I'm walking around with them dryer sheets Like, you know, the sheets you throw in the dryer Yeah, I'm walking around with them sheets now ‘Cause, like, when I see these washed up ass bitches I'm just throwing them on bitches like, real talk, like I'm just throwing them on bitches like Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed! Haha Dirty Money, ch-yeah