Lyrics:

Pay attention (yo)
Sb (Holiday Season, nigga)
I think it's my time
You know why? My tears have dried
And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper
(We make it look easy)
And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators
Young Money (Holiday Season)

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone'
I am, I'm still the one to beat (go hard)
Ain't in a rush from these streets, I am the streets (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard

Gotta go, let me get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquee, everything sparkly (man-man down)
Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit 'em knock-knock, tell them let me in
My name ring bells bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em wit the MAC, hit 'em wit the TEC-9
Hit 'em wit the Ruger by the intersex sign
Hit 'em wit the Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy
And I always the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole borough on my back and I'm good-a (good-a)
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up (uh)
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar (oh)
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up (one-two)
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner?
Your can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle (yeah), Louis on the duffel (yeah)
I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, what you wanna do, do, do?) No muzzle

Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different Kente
Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei
So I call him Splinter S(lpinter), faster than a sprinter (sprinter)
Gimme my chopsticks I'll have the rap bitches for dinner (dinner)
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my nigga, Seven Up, in Castaki
This is for my niggas wheelie-ing them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackee's, saltfish, ackees (ackees)
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky (cocky)
Winter wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky (rocky)
I am Nicki (Nicki), Minaj or Lewinski (Lewinski)
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me) (ohh, yeah, oh)

If you could you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone'
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard (Holiday Season)

From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder
Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water
or better yet, like Bubba, know shrimp
But he don't say shit when the gun on his lip
And I don't say shit put the gun on my hip
So I don't say shit but the gun on my hip
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bitches just run on my dick
And me, I'm that nasty son of a bitches
I still got that bitch cum on my lips
If you ain't got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't come on my strip
I wear that metal, no Olympic
But I can still make you tumble and flip
You're fuckin' with me if you're fuckin' with Nick'
They ain't fuckin' with me, they ain't fuckin' with Nick'
Your girlfriend, her decision is split
'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick'
They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick', as long as she be fuckin' rich
That's why I keep my luggage 'cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip
Young Money dungeon, bitch, my swagger is just punchin' bitch
And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun, Gunovi
Weezy F. Baby and the F is for a bunch of shit
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bitch

Yeah, guitar
Holiday Season

Oh

Wish you could get rid of Young Money
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard
If you was as real as me
You would never let another girl sit in your throne
I done put the chokehold
Now they screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone'
I am, I will, I gots to win (go hard)
I'm still looking around for my competition (go hard)
I am gettin' it in until the end
I gotta go (go), go (go), go, go hard