Bm          A             D    G
   Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Bm          A                 D         G
   Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
Bm                  A
   I want your love, just lead me on
D                    G
   Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Bm              A
   ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya
   D
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
   G
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang


[Verse 1]
  N.C.
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
G|5---4---4-------|----------------|----------------|----------------| Bass arranged for guitar.
D|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| One octave above recording.
A|----------------|----------------| 3---2---2-------|----------------|
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|

N.C.
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
N.C.
The G5'll get me out there in an hour now
N.C.
The MAC movin’ like crack, I'm sellin' powder now
N.C.
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
N.C.
I got the trophies and the catalogue
N.C.
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
N.C.
I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
N.C.
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh


[Refrain]
Bm              A
   ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya
   D
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
   G
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang


[Verse 2]
N.C.
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
N.C.
I smoke ’em like hippies now
N.C.
They see me, say, "Yippie," now
N.C.
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
N.C.
They switchin' like sissies now
N.C.
You niggas is iffy now
N.C.
Bitches tune switchin’ up
N.C.
We take 'em to Jiffy now
N.C.
I'm thicker than peanut butter
N.C.
He nuttin' like Skippy now
N.C.
He want me to be his wife
N.C.
His misses like sippy now, uh


[Chorus]
Bm          A             D    G
   Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Bm          A                 D         G
   Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
Bm                  A
   I want your love, just lead me on
D                    G
   Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Bm              A
   ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya
   D
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
   G
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang


[Interlude]
Bm                    A
She invites me to the condo
   D                G
Uh-oh—wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)
Bm                      A
My side piece—but she's also someone's wife
D                   G
So time we spend is borrowed
             Bm
But it's our moment
                   A
Right here, fuck tomorrow
       D                         G
'Cause moments like these are to die for
                Bm
And she's clear all
                 A                          D
Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde
                              G
So we got that lightning in a bottle


[Verse 3]
Bm
She's tipsy, I'm sober
Bm
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Bm
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Bm
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
Bm
She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so fucked
Bm
Think that shit's got pneumonia."
Bm
I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up."
Bm
That's why rap needs a doctor
Bm
Our genre's lymph nodes are swollen up
Bm
It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
Bm
'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
N.C.
That's why Tribe is so vital—we need Q-Tip for the culture
N.C.
Speed it up a little bit
Bm
You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight
              A
I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
                  D
And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake
              G
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
                  Bm
Demented with the pen, I'll make the mothafucker detonate
                A
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
N.C.
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
N.C.
And re-develop hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place, now
Bm
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
Bm
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Bm
Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media right in the behind
Bm
I'm a human encyclopedia
Bm
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
Bm
And you're never gonna reach these heights, they're just too high to reach it
Bm
I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest
Bm
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
Bm
And you might wanna decide to cheat
Bm
'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
                Bm
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
            A                                         D
Even if you fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
                      G
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet

And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it

Better not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it

Let me keep it one hundred, two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion

The queen and her husband, last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah


[Chorus]
Bm          A             D    G
   Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Bm          A                 D         G
   Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
Bm                  A
   I want your love, just lead me on
D                    G
   Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
Bm              A
   ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya
   D
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
   G
   Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang


[Verse 4]
       Bm
   Yo, yo, let me hit you back
Bm
   Told 'em I'd get you back
Bm
   I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
Bm
   I am who did you that
Bm
   You trippin', did you pack?
Bm
   Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
Bm
   Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act
Bm
   Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Bm
   Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Bm
   Ah, ah, ah back
Bm
   Ah, ah


[Outro]
Bm
   How dare all them mirror my style
Bm
   The mandem want this just for dial
Bm
   Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now
Bm
   I wanna come out your suicide door
Bm
   Yeah, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol
Bm
   Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
Bm
   'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
Bm
   So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow
Bm
   Die slow, die slow
Bm
   Jealousy is a disease, die slow
Bm
   Die slow, die slow
Bm
   Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow