I'm Legit (feat. Ciara)

Nicki Minaj

I’m the shit with no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up and say
I know I’m cute I know I’m fly
You ask me why? Cause I’m legit

Beat em like they stole something
Beat em like they stole something
All this booty here got em dreaming lemme hold some
Let me let me hear that boy
Let me let me hear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car and let me steer that boy
Real big pretty-titty, shut down every city
If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me
All new everything, plus pay the rent for me
If we in the wheel, then it's niggas pitching tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me
Get me bodied, long hair no make-up doing palatis
Most niggas don't step on my damn Zanottis
All them bitches my sons but who's their Daddy?
I graduate with honors, I ball nate O. Connor
I did a Freestyle and got a shoutout from Obama
Yes, yes, I am ill, I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill
What I gotta do? What I gotta do to em?
Step up in the club, everybody like who them?
Girls girls, me and my girls
What you done did? I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I’m the shit legit
And if a motherfucker don’t he can suck my dick
I tell em, "Everybody else is my opposite"
I put em on the game, give em five percent

I’m like really famous
I got a famous anus, no not famous Amos
All this fame is heinous
Lemme, lemme hear that boy
Lemme, lemme wear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick, no lashes though
But I got a real big ol' ratchet though
I said dude, yo dude, you packing though
He said he want a good box like Pacquaio
I said, "Well, my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet you"
If you really wanna know, I’ll give you my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty game in my clique
And we looking for some ballers, Alopeshia
I hate wack niggas I should really slap niggas
These niggas tripping when I put em on the map niggas
How you gon' break that? How you gon' fake die?
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked, ha
Sleeping on me no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down no matches though
No they can’t keep up? They molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch, with the cashes flow
Looking at me like it’s my fault
Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for