Hip Hop Awards '09 Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Uh 

Call me Dracula, cuz all i do is count chips 

Ya money mini i aint talkin' bout the mouse trick 

These girls runnin' like i jus threw the bouquet 

They know i'm headed to the top like a toupee 

Now all the bums is wonderin' where i beez at 

If you aint a barbie, it's none of your freakin beezwax 

These lil rappers, i can see 'em in my bash cam 

I know they grouchy like Oscar up out the trash can 

I'm on stage 

You can sit in the crowd 

I be up in leir jets 

Take a left at the cloud (hehe) 

I think she needs the heimlich 

She da chokin kind 

She gets no burns 

No smoking sign (yea) 

Metaphor, heaven 

So they approve Nicki like my credit scores' seven 

Mac n' cheese stix, fried chicken, da guts? 

And i'm killen these bxtches 

Mike Vickin it up 

CHEA 

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