Check It Out (feat. Will.I.Am) Songtext

Nicki Minaj

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Check It Out (feat. Will.I.Am) Songtext
Step step step up in the party like my name was That Bitch
All these haters mad because I'm so established
They know I'm a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage
Haters you can kill yourself
In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I'm stereo and she's just so monotone
Sometimes it just me and all my bottles all alone
I ain't coming back this time

I can't believe it
It's so amazing
This club is heating
This party's blazin'
I can't believe it this beat it banging
I can't believe it
(I can't believe it)
Hey check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out
Yeah yeah I'm feeling it now
Check it out check it out check it out

Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating naggers ain't got nothing on me
Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you lick and roll it you get super OG
Honeys always rush me cause I'm fly, fly, fly
Dummies they can't touch me cause I'm floating sky high
I stay niggerific you don't need to ask why
You just gotta see with your eyes

I can't believe it
It's so amazing
This club is heating
This party's blazin'
I can't believe it this beat it banging
I can't believe it
(I can't believe it)
Hey check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out
Yeah yeah I'm feeling it now
Check it out check it out check it out

Check this mother-fucker OUT! It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this

D-Dan-Danthe sun done, yep, the sun done
Came up, but we still up in dungeon
D-Dan-Dan, yep, in London
Competition? Why, yes, I would love some
How the fuck they get mad cause their run done?
Mad cause I'm getting money in abundance
Man I can't even count all of these hundreds
Duffel bag every time I go to SunTrust
I leave the rest just to collect intrust, I mean interest
Fuck my nemesisexclamation... just for emphasis
And I don't sympathize, cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch

Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank we be getting top dollar
I'm a big baller
You a little smaller
Step up to my level, you need to grow a little taller
I'm shot caller
Get up off my collar
You a Chihuahua
I'm a Rottweiler

I can't believe it
It's so amazing
This club is heating
This party's blazin'
I can't believe it this beat it banging
I can't believe it
(I can't believe it)
Hey check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out check it out check it out check it out
Check it out
Yeah yeah I'm feeling it now
Check it out check it out check it out
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