NICKI MINAJ LYRICS - Keys Under Palm Trees

"Keys Under Palm Trees"



I'm the fashionistist.

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' "Rasta, alright! " when I'm ridin' by,

See I used to be the wife of a king,

Back when I was smugglin' them things in the bing.

Now that I'm a boss bxtch,

It's a win-win,

Come to Mr. Chow's or meet me in Chin-Chin,

Now I get'cha ching & my name bells ring -

Oops, I mean my name ring bells, ding ding.



[Chorus:]

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' [x2]



Get down, get down, get down down,

Get d - get down, get down, get down down,

Get down, get down, get down down,

Get down, get down on the ground,

Get down, get down on the ground.



Man, fxck a P0,

And fxck a C0,

'bout to set it off like Cleo,

Mad they done tapped my trio,

Begged my skio,

Heard the bxtch lyin' like Leo.

Anyway, I'm the ninja,

Kawasaki blazin',

In a kimono, "Konichiwa" to the Asians.

I kick, kick, kick it like I'm Bruce Lee's son,

So all of that yellin' in the street soon done.

Cus if I take my ski mask off, then I'm dumbin',

The young Chaka Khan, yes - I am every woman.

And I am 'bout that coke, not what'cha put the rum in,

Say a little prayer, tell the Lord that I'm comin' (comin')



[Chorus:]

I'm in Jamaica with them keys under palm trees,

The leprachaun sees what my palm reads.

And if my heart seize, please call my auntie,

I think them girls tellin', I hear them boys yellin' [x2]



Can you hear the yellin'?

Comin' for me, comin' for me-e-e-e.

Comin' for me, comin' for me, comin' for me.