[Nicki Minaj]
Who the hell is this?
Calling me at 12:47 in the night
While I´m watching the fight
Looking at the phone, it´s no name in sight
Blocked ID, knew something just wasn´t right
It´s my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Telling me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan, stop playing, what the fuck is you saying?

[Kandi]
Remember them chicks from the Bricks ´round nine six
That we seen when we hit a lick by the project?

[Nicki Minaj]
Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
I used to go see her in front of the pizzeria

[Kandi]
I didn´t say them
They schooled me to some bitch that you knew from back when
Some bitch named Kim
Light skinned, slim, used to rock a low brim
Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp, warning me, now I´m warning you
What´s it gonna be Nicki, tell me what you wanna do

[Nicki Minaj]
Damn, I´mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I´mma have to send her to her maker
Damn, I´mma have to send her to her maker
I´mma send her to her maker
I´mma send her to her maker

[Kandi]
They heard about his good sexing, long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga give brain, ain´t stop ´til the cum came
But that´s words of Hip Hop
I popped the bitch top, like a Corona

[Nicki Minaj]
Call a coroner, it´s gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest-es
If I find out he got a next Mrs
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door, a few more out in New York
And I feed ´em curry chicken, I´m all about my green nahmean?
Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
I got a spot like ox and we cook oxtail
Got a scale for what´s in the mail
I got whatever on my nigga bail, But if the nigga bail
I´ll have him sleeping with some killer whales
Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man
On the other hand, things ain´t always what you plan
It´s the ones up in your prom picture, salon wit´cha
Now they wanna creep in your man´s jeep
I bet you Nicki won´t sleep
Cause I´mma put the heat to your beak, You´ll bird like tweet tweet
And watch you smoke like a cigarette
Should´ve left the bitch a pack of Nicorette
Leave all them foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and your bum crew
Mami I´m the truth, they salute when I come through
I´m not running bitch, I bust my gun, hold on I hear somebody coming