Check It Out Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

S-s-step up in the party like my name was Bad BitchAll these haters mad because I'm so establishedThey know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fucking fab bitchHaters you can kill yourself

In my space shuttle and I'm not coming downI'm a stereo and she's just so monotoneSometimes it's just me and all my bottles all aloneI ain't coming back this time

I can't believe it, it's so amazingThis club is heated, this party's blazin'I can't believe it, this beat it bangin'I can't believe it(I can't believe it)

Hey, check it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it out

Check it out, check it outYeah, yeah, I'm feeling it nowCheck it out, check it outCheck it out

S-s-step up in the party like my name was Mr. TAll these hating naggers ain't got nothing on meHonestly, I gotta stay as fly as I can beIf you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G.

Honeys always rush me 'cause I'm fly, fly, flyDummies, they can't touch me 'cause I'm floating sky highI stay niggerrific, you don't need to ask whyYou just got see with your eyes

I can't believe it, it's so amazingThis club is heated, this party's blazin'I can't believe it, this beat it bangin'I can't believe it(I can't believe it)

Hey, check it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it out

Check it out, check it outYeah, yeah, I'm feeling it nowCheck it out, check it outCheck it out

Check this motherfucker outIt got me in the club, in the clubJust rocking like this, oh, oh

Da-dun-dun, the sun doneYep, the sun done came up but we still up in dungeonDa-dun-dun, yup, in LondonCompetition? Why, yes, I would love some

How the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done?Mad 'cause I'm getting money in abundanceMan, I can't even count all these hundredsDuffle bag every time I go to Sun Trust

I leave the rest just to collect interestI mean interest, fuck my nemesisExclamation just for emphasisAnd I don't sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch

I just pop up on these ho's like some pimple shitAnd put an iron to your face, you're all wrinkled, bitch

This is Mega Nigga, Ultra Nigmatic

Oh, we just had to kill itWe on the radio, hotter than a skilletWe in the club making party people hollaMoney in the bank means we getting top dollar

I'm a big baller, you a little smallerStep up to my level, need to grow a little tallerI'm a shot caller, get up off my collarYou are Chihuahua, I'm a Rottweiler

I can't believe it, it's so amazingI can't believe it, this beat it bangin'I can't believe it, it's so amazingI can't believe it(I can't believe it)

Hey, check it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it outCheck it out, check it out

Check it out, check it outYeah, yeah, I'm feeling it nowCheck it out, check it outCheck it out

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