Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Charles Sherell
Sampled Artist
Sir Mix-A-Lot
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Anthony Ray
Songwriter
J. Solone-Myvett
Songwriter
Ernest Clark
Songwriter
Jamal Jones
Songwriter
Marcos Palacios
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Polow Da Don
Producer
Da Internz
Co-Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Ryan Kaul
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Anonxmous
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
[Verse 1]
Boy toy named Troy, used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit
[PreChorus]
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag and I hit him with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
[Chorus]
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
[Refrain]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt
Look at her butt
[Verse 2]
T-t-t-t-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
D-d-dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking 'bout Eiffel's
Real country-ass ****, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he sling cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit
[PreChorus]
By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain't missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun
[Chorus]
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
[Refrain]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt
Look at her butt
[Bridge]
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my God, look at her butt
[Chorus]
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none
Unless you got buns, hun
[Refrain]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Look at her butt
Look at her butt
[Outro]
Yeah, he love this fat ass
Yeah, this one is for my
Bitches with a fat ass in the fuckin' club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck the skinny bitches
Fuck the skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass
Bitches in the motherfuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny, bitches, what? Yeah
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
Come on!
Hey
Hey
Hey
Written by: Anthony Ray, Ernest Clark, J. Solone-Myvett, Jamal Jones, Marcos Palacios, Onika Maraj
