"Barbie Dangerous" is a song by Nicki Minaj from her fifth studio album, Pink Friday 2. It serves as the second track off the album.
Background[]
Nicki Minaj raps about her dominance in the Hip-Hop game, her individuality and her overall success and superiority within the rap game.
The song heavily samples the classic 1997 posse cut “Notorious Thugs” by the Notorious B.I.G. and Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, as the beat and Nicki’s flow mirror those of the original track.
The song peaked at #58 on the US Billboard Hot 100.
Lyrics[]
"Barbie Dangerous"
[Intro]
(28Shit)
Ayo
[Verse 1]
Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches don't endanger us
You are over, you ain't in range of us
'Cause I won, won, won, won, angel numbers
Splash in some Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fave muse
Front row, next to the who's who
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose
Name a rapper that could channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear
Ho, I'm mother of the year
Every summer, I come out to walk bitches, make 'em disappear
But to me, it's just another year
She ain't got that kind of flair, let me see what I'ma wear
They gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (Facts), he was hittin' from the back
Then he asked was all this my hair, um, yeah
[Chorus]
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pink one taken, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
[Verse 2]
I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin' my solitude
Beef ain't my go-to
But I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food
And I'm still queenin'
Chanel bags, they still swingin'
Old hits, they still swingin'
They love the flow, they still streamin'
But it's kill season
You apologized, but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'
Move on my time and I ain't no demon
Hoes' words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian
They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
Bitches jackin', I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew
How these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two
So-called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap ni**as hearts in two
Now them ah chat pon interviews
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown, but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can't S-I-T
My crown, you can't F-I-T
I'ma tell you like a ni**a told me
[Chorus]
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches they ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pink one taken, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon run this rap shit when I'm done