Come on a Cone Nicki Minaj

[Intro]
Uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Bitches ain't serious, man, these bitches delirious
All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors
I just pick up and go, might pick up a ho
Might give conversation if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stats
Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
Pink Friday two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat'
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winnin'
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
When I'm sittin' with Anna, I'm really sittin' with Anna
Ain't a metaphor, punchline, I'm really sittin' with Anna
Front row at Oscar de la Renta, posture
Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my imposter
Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new marinara and pasta

[Pre-Chorus]
Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle o' nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone