Tekster: Nicki Minaj. Click Clack.

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if youa??re [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clak mutha fuckaz, I aina??t trynna hear dat

[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, Ia??m New Yorka??s pick & I dona??t lose like dem dudes on da new york knicksa?¦ (check it)
Ia??m overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasiesa?¦ I tel em
Dey want cain like ericaa?¦ please
Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, Ia??m only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck
And I dona??t need a 16, I got a sentencea?¦ I goes on a fucka like an entrance
These old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game they gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, Ia??m a pay my henchmen

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if youa??re [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I aina??t trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 2:]
DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I aina??t talkin bout [?]
Ia??m on da other line & I aina??t talkin bout call waitin
Ia??m VIP lil mama I jus walk straight in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u aina??t got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friends on your myspace

Stay in a childs placea?¦ Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
You on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if youa??re [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I aina??t trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey aina??t got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of my songs
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but Ia??ll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And ua??ll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold weight & I aina??t talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen Ia??m in da town, ask Yung Joca?¦ ita??s goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me upa?¦ mic checka?¦ how I sound?
Bitches dona??t kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nick holla bac & turn up my sht

[CHORUS:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if youa??re [? ]
So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I aina??t trynna hear nuthin