Nicki Minaj - Keys Under Palm Trees

Hear the Devil callin', I can hear 'em
It's like I get chills down my spine when I'm near him
Ma, I'm a tad too bad, I don't fear 'em
I don't need the preachers, I'm the high priestess
Everywhere I go I get, "Hi, nice to meet you"
Bitches know I beast this, I'm the fashionista
And they know I stay around the white like a groom
Look up in the sky I see somebody on a broom
I think I'm gettin' hi-high, hi-high on my own supply
Yellin', "Rastafari" when I'm ridin' by
See, I used to be the wife of a king (yeah)
Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing (Holiday Season)
Now that I'm a boss bitch, it's a win-win
Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin
Now I get cha-ching and my name bells ring
Oops I mean my name ring bells, ding ding (chyeah, chyeah)

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (Trap-A-Holics)

Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down, get down, get down, down (I hear them boys yellin')
Get down, get down, get down, down
Get down, get down on the ground
Get down, get down on the ground

Man, fuck a PO and fuck a CO
'Bout to set it off like Cleo
Mad they done tapped my Treo (word?)
Bagged my skio (okay), heard the bitch lyin' like Leo
Anyway, I'm the ninja, Kawasaki blazin' (uh-huh)
In a kimono, konichiwa to the Asians
I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son (hi-yah)
So all of that yellin' in the street soon done
'Cause if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin'
The young Chaka Khan, yes, I am every woman
And I am about that coke, not what'cha put the rum in (no)
Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin'

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees
The Leprechaun sees what my palm reads
And if my heart seize, please call my aunties (please my call my aunty)
I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' (boys yellin')
Boys yellin', yellin'

Can you hear them yellin'?
Comin' for me, comin' for me
Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me

Written by:
Onika Maraj, Gerrit Wessendorf, Thomas Kessler

Publisher:
Lyrics © MIZAY PUBLISHING, Universal Music Publishing Group

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