Nicki Minaj & (feat.): Check It Out | Song-Factsheet


Song «Check It Out» von Nicki Minaj & (feat.).


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2010 09 03 (Single), 2010 11 19 (Album)
Label: Interscope, Young Money B 0015021
Songwriter William Adams & James Brown & Geoffrey Downes & Trevor Horn & Onika Tanya Miraj & & Bruce Wooley
Produktion: DJ Ammo &
Genre: Electropop - EDM


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Personen und Querverweise

Nicki Minaj & (feat.)
William Adams
James Brown
Geoffrey Downes
Trevor Horn
Onika Tanya Miraj
Bruce Wooley
DJ Ammo


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Step up in the party like my name was That Bitch All these haters mad because I'm so established They know I'm a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage Haters you can kill yourself In my space shuttle and I'm not coming down I'm stereo and she's just so monotone Sometimes it just me and all my bottles all alone I ain't coming back this time [Hook] I can't believe it It's so amazing This club is heating This party's blazin' I can't believe it this beat it banging I can't believe it (I can't believe it) Hey check it out Check it out (x10) Yeah yeah I'm feeling it now Check it out (x3) [Verse 2: Will.I.Am] Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T All these hating naggers ain't got nothing on me Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be If you lick and roll it you get super OG Honeys always rush me cause I'm fly, fly, fly Dummies they can't touch me cause I'm floating sky high I stay niggerific you don't need to ask why You just gotta see with your eyes [Hook] [Interlude: Will.I.Am] Check this mother-fucker OUT! It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] D-Dan-Danthe sun done, yep, the sun done Came up, but we still up in dungeon D-Dan-Dan, yep, in London Competition? Why, yes, I would love some How the fuck they get mad cause their run done? Mad cause I'm getting money in abundance Man I can't even count all of these hundreds Duffel bag every time I go to SunTrust I leave the rest just to collect intrust, I mean interest Fuck my nemesisexclamation... just for emphasis And I don't sympathize, cause you a simple bitch I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit And put the iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch [Verse 4: Will.I.Am] Oh, we just had to kill it We on the radio hotter than a skillet We in the club making party people holla Money in the bank we be getting top dollar I'm a big baller You a little smaller Step up to my level, you need to grow a little taller I'm shot caller Get up off my collar You a Chihuahua I'm a Rottweiler [Hook]