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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Brian Soko
Songwriter
Darin Swain
Darin Swain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Order
The Order
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
Hello, hello, hello, hello
[Verse 1]
I'm all about my wamables
**** ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that **** drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake **** gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real **** get the pussy off GP
Real **** get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smilin' for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo, Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap, make it go around like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack, like the trap
[Chorus]
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
Hello, hello, hello, hello
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
[Verse 2]
I like Percocets, I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn, I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime, bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick **** that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me in a lightskin **** bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, ****, fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' 'bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge
[Verse 3]
Check, box spring cost 25k, bitch
I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-Fed
And nah, man, I ain't fuckin' with that jean vest
Playtime been over, fuck a recess
Playtime been over, fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three, four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me, even if the red sign did
Bitch, don't get gassed like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live?
But bit-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean look, your bitch came off a island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come?
Silent
[Chorus]
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
Hello, hello, hello, hello
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Written by: Andre Proctor, Brian Soko, Darin Swain, Francisco "Frankie" Ramirez, Noel Fisher, Onika Maraj, Rasool diaz
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