Artist: Nicki Minaj Album: Playtime Is Over (Mixtape) Song: Click Clack Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus] Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard I was tought to only reach When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion Click Clack mother fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat [Verse 1] They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous I beg your pardon, meet me at the garden #1 draft, I'm New York's pick And I don't lose like dem dudes on the new york knicks.. (check it) I'm over seas rockin hella capris in the west indies eatin delacasies... I tell em they want cain like erica... please Brotha your money young like goverment cheese Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck I'm only happy wen I hopin out the brincks truck And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance Dese old bitches betta change they denture when I get in the game they gon play the benches Fuck your friendship, pay attention Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen [Chorus] Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard I was tought ? When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion Click Clcak mother fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin [Verse 2] Dey call me Maraj, Fuck you & fuck your squad Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout the tod I'm on the other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin That's I pop up in the porch with the top vacant Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat you got, you ain't got NATHIN & your not caking Your not my taste, get outta my face I play the top like eight friendz on your myspace Stay in a childs place... Check the timin I roc bitches like they throwin up the diamond (ITS THE ROC) U on a flight, I be bakin on islands Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem [Chorus] Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard I was tought ? When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion Click Clcak mother fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin [Verse 3] Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin I play the club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz And if they ain't got the gat, they got the knife on Your too wack to get up on one of y song U gotta deal, cause you was givn up the coochie prolly but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps I rep Queens like the crown, wen I'm in the town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound June, turn me up... mic check... ? Bitches don't kno the half, like they flucked at math give a fuck about a bitch & the clique she with Unless you doin dem numbaz like arithmetic young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt [Chorus] Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard I was tought ? When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion Click Clcak mother fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin