Come On A Cone

Uh, uh

B- ain't serious, man, these b- delirious
All these b- inferiors, I just pimp my interious
I just pick up and go, might pick up a h-
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stats
Every b- wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
Pink Friday, two milli, "Super Bass," triple plat
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winnin'

Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna
Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna

Front row in Oscar de la Renta, posture
Ain't a b- that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these b- on lock out, where the f- is your roster?
I pull up in that new-new marinara and pasta

Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a b- in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
But, this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
Yeah, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone

7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell them I said it, lets keep it on the D-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost about six figures long

But you b- ain't got it, where the f- is your budgets?
Flyin' spurs for hers, mean I'm f- above it
And I just got the ghost, and I'm calling it Casper
But that sh- is so cold, it belong in Alaska

Why the f- am I styling? I competes with myself
When you went against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself
Paparazzi is waiting, 'cause them pictures will sell
Now don't you feel a-stupid, yeah, that's egg on yo face
If you weren't so ugly, I'd put my d- in yo' face

D- in your face
Put my d- in your face, yeah

Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a b- in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
But, this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
Yeah, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone

Ooh-ooh, d- in your face
Ooh-ooh, d- in your face
Ooh-ooh, d- in your face
Put my d- in your face
Put my d- in your face, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Onika Tanya Maraj, Chauncey A. Hollis
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