I'm Legit Songtext

You ask me why? Cause I'm the sh*t!"

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Treat 'em like they stole somethin'
Beat 'em like they stole somethin'
All this booty here got 'em dreamin'
Lemme hold some
Let me, let me
Hear that boy
Let me, let me
Wear 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 wilderness, n*ggas pitch the tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me
Get me bodied, long hair no make-up doing Pilates
Most n*ggas don't step on my damn Zanottis
All them b*tches my sons but who's the Daddy? I graduate with honors
I ball, 'Nead O'Connor
I did a Freestyle, then I got a shoutout from Obam'er
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
Motherf*ckers know I'm the sh*t, legit
And if a motherf*cker 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

[Hook: Ciara (x2)]
I'm the sh*t 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 the sh*t!"

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
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 comin' in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick, No lashes though
But I got a real big ol' ratchet do'
I said dude, yo dude, you packin' do'
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 gang in my clique
And we lookin' for some ballers, Alopeshia
I hate wack n*ggas
I should really slap n*ggas
These n*ggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map n*ggas
How you gon' break fly?
How you gon' fake die?
Ain't at no wedding but all my girl's cake, ha
Sleepin' on me, no mattress tho'
I'ma burn the beat down, no matches though
No they can't keep up? They molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens b*tch, with the cashes flow
Lookin' at me like it's my fault
Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone
I like independent b*tches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for

[Hook: Ciara (x2)]
I'm the sh*t 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 the sh*t!"