Excuse me you're a hell of a guy You know I really got a thing for American guys
So, my happiness doesn't come from money or fame. My happiness comes from seeing life without struggle.
I feel like I'm a designer, not a pop star. But if certain people think of me like a pop star, then the only thing I could do about this is dye my hair black and cut it short maybe.
And if you a G you a G-G-G. My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki.
I'm the Barbie, keep alotta plastic. Little pink stars, put em on my jacket.
I came to win, to conquer, to thrive