Jumpoff / Jump-off lyrics

New sh*t. Jump-off, 2007
Ms. Nicki, let's get it popping baby, C’mon


[Verse 1]

Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump-off right here n*gga
It's Minaj, lil mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty Bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat b*tches with the heat like I’m Scott Storch
In the ocean, is where they getting dropped off
All I wanna do is party, rock some Ed Hardy and forty forty
You arrive when it just get started
I come through at two and I don't get carted (haha)
Excuse me? I had to beg your pardon
Mami your flow sick? My flows retarded
'Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded sh*t, 'Cause my flow stupid
Wheelchair bound, take the small bus, all year round
That b*tch pop out with a helmet on her head
Bottle of new meds (word?)
And a good pair of kids
Where my chicks? All my girls that'll transport bricks! (ay, ay!)
Got some Mac lip gloss on your lips (ho, oh)
Keep a real good jean on your hips (uh-huh)
You could get it! And to my dudes (k-yeah, k-yeah!): "If you keep a good b*tch in your crew, and you rock a good real f*cking suit (yessir!), if you got a lil' tree on your boot, you can get it!"


[Verse 2]

Nicki and Dirty Money, n*gga
sh*t your draws
When I count to three, hit the floor
Bang lil mama, pick up yo’ jaw (uh?)
"That?, there’s the Chevy 64" (haha)
"You that b*tch? I'm the boss!"
I’ma have my bodyguard dust me off, 'cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my n*gga, Light, with the money green Rover (light!)
I'm the boss b*tch, pink links and the brinks
Rockin' the corset, sip drinks in my minks
Call my n*gga, Gravy, that’s the big baby
Tell him I said maybe, he should bring the trey peak
I already know these lames is gon' hate me
But um, lately, it only motivate me
Want it with my squad? You gotta come through me
I hit the dance floor, n*gga
One, two, three!
Where my chicks? All my girls that'll transport bricks! (ay, ay!)
Got some Mac lip gloss on your lips (ho, oh)
Keep a real good jean on your hips (uh-huh)
Ou could get it! And to my dudes (k-yeah, k-yeah!): "If you keep a good b*tch in your crew, and you rock a good real f*cking suit (yessir!), if you got a lil' tree on your boot, you can get it!