Majesty

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you wanna do, 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 I'm a sucker for you

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now

The G5’ll get me out there in an hour now

The MAC movin' like crack, I'm 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, just check the catalogue

I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs

The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

'Cause I’m a sucker for you

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

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

I'm thicker than peanut butter

He nuttin’ like Skippy now

He want me to be his wife

His misses like sippy now, uh

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you wanna do, 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 I'm a sucker for you

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

She invites me to the condo

Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)

My site peace, but she's also someone's wife

So time we spend is borrowed

But it's our moment, Right here, fuck tomorrow

'Cause moments like these are to die for

And she's clear all

Nice and easy like hair when bleaching it blonde

So we got that lightning in a bottle

She's tipsy, I'm 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 shit's got pneumonia"

I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up"

That's why rap needs a doctor

A genre slip, known to swole up

It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis

'Cause like what they swap you with when your throat hurts

That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture

Speed it up a little bit

You've been dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight

I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache

And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake

I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate

The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' detonate

I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date

With the devil and celebrate, together we renovate

And re-develop hella weights,

And I'ma get a special place... now...

Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine

I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed

Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love,

Fuck a knee to your right

And be behind, I'm a human encyclopedia

I must be like pie crust

Because I was bred to rise like I was yeast

And you're never gonna reach these heights,

They're just too high to reach it

I ain't 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 peep

Am I the last of a dying breed?

Even if you're fire-breathing,

Shit you can say to inspire heat

If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet

And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it

Better not use me as your topic,

Anybody who brings me, abduct it

Let me keep it one hundred,

Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion

The queen and her husband,

Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)

Whatever you wanna do, can have from me (oh, oh)

I want your love, just lead me on

Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey

'Cause I'm a sucker for you

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

Yo, yo, let me hit you back

Told 'em I'd 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?

Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack

Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act

Nicki does Nicki dad, all these bitches piggypack

Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back

Ah, ah, ah back

Ah, ah

How dare all them marry missdal

The mandem want that just for dial

And not the done twiggle skate no tino

I wanna cool more, just suicidal

Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' idol

Gotta be dumb to make me your rival

'Cause I'm 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