Nicki Minaj - Keys Under Palm Trees
Hear the Devil callin′,
I can hear em,
It′s like I get chills down my spine when I′m near him,
Mad, I′m a tad too bad, I don′t fear him,
I don′t need the preachers,
I′m the high priestess.
Everywhere I go, I get "Hi, nice to meet you.",
Bxtches know I beast this,
I′m the fashionistist.
And they know I stay around the white like a groom,
Look up in the sky, I see somebody on a broom.
I think I′m gettin′ hi-high-hi-high on my own supply,
Yellin′ "Rasta, alright! " when I′m ridin′ by,
See I used to be the wife of a king,
Back when I was smugglin′ them things in the bing.
Now that I′m a boss bxtch,
It′s a win-win,
Come to Mr. Chow′s or meet me in Chin-Chin,
Now I get′cha ching & my name bells ring -
Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding.
[Chorus:]
I′m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties,
I think them girls tellin′, I hear them boys yellin′ [x2]
Get down, get down, get down down,
Get d- get down, get down, get down down,
Get down, get down, get down down,
Get down, get down on the ground,
Get down, get down on the ground.
Man, fxck a P0,
And fxck a C0,
′bout to set it off like Cleo,
Mad they done tapped my trio,
Begged my skio,
Heard the bxtch lyin′ like Leo.
Anyway, I′m the ninja,
Kawasaki blazin′,
In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.
I kick, kick, kick it like I′m Bruce Lee′s son,
So all of that yellin′ in the street soon done.
Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I′m dumbin′,
The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman.
And I am ′bout that coke, not what′cha put the rum in,
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I′m comin′ (comin′)
[Chorus:]
I′m in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,
The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.
And if my heart seize, please call my auntie,
I think them girls tellin′, I hear them boys yellin′ [x2]
Can you hear the yellin′?
Comin′ for me, comin′ for me-e-e-e.
Comin′ for me, comin′ for me, comin′ for me.