Nicki Minaj - 'Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded – The Re-Up'
Nicki re-released her successful album on November 20, 2012, and the EP is called: Pink Friday Roman Reloaded: The Re-Up.
Nicki confirmed this September 6, 2012, on her interview with E!. She also tells E! Entertainment that she's dropping a brand new single next week (The Boys). You can see the confirmation yourself by watching the Red Carpet interview below:
"I have to tell E! that I'm releasing my album, in November, it's called Pink Friday Roman Reloaded: The Re-Up, i'm putting lots of new songs in there, I'm actually gonna drop my new single like NEXT WEEK, so barbz, you're gonna spazz, you're gonna love it, you're gonna go crazy"
The album is full RAP tracks. Nicki does so to cater her Urban audience. Pop singles (Va Va Voom, Whip It, MM/Masquerade) will be left untouched and will still be released at the same time this album comes.
SINGLE CHOICES
1° -- "The Boys" (feat. Cassie)
2° -- Freedom
TRACKLIST
1. Up In Flames
2. Freedom
3. Hell Yeah (feat. Parker)
4. High School (feat. Lil Wayne)
5. I’m Legit (feat. Ciara)
6. I Endorse These Strippers (feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx)
7. The Boys (feat. Cassie)
8. Va Va Voom
LYRICS
1. Up In Flames
UP IN FLAMES
(Chorus
We are going up in flames
One more night for us burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames
One more night for us burn brighter
We are going up in flames
One last time for us to go higher now
Anyway, lil n*gga, don't test da Kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test da Kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch da Kid
And even with all your bars, you couldn't text da Kid
I got a pool that I never even swam in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like, "What you doin, Nicki, brandin'?"
Suck a cockpit, prepare for landin'
I'm brandin', I ain't talkin' bout Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talkin' bout Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed, b'?
Open my trunk—all I gotta do is press 'B'
I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes
Hung in St. Tropez on a big boat
Pull my weight to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out, 'case you bitches get a slick throat
(Chorus)
Runnin' all around, go and get the ref
Got the clothing line and the wigs is next
When I fly, you know G5 is the jet
I'm the muthaf*cking Queen 'Lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network
That is what the f*ck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works
Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilin' with executives
Check the charts, all my winnings are consecutives
Trillion dollar deficit
But y'all don't hear me tho, all you bitches deaf as sh*t
Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both, and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo
This is The Re-Up, better cop it while the cost low
Flow sick, I slap a patient
I'm checking these bitches like an application
'Cause these bitches trippin' on navigation
So it's off with ya head, decapitation
Send 'em up in flames like a fireman
I do the hiring and I do the firing
That boss sh*t that you talk, I live it
And I'm calling it travelling if you don't stay on your pivot, bitches
(Chorus)
2. Freedom
FREEDOM
They'll never thank me for opening doors,
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
'Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is ungrateful, I remain a staple
My career's been the pinkprint
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh sh*t, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophesy everything I do?
But before I continue, let me thank my crew
So that was young Wayne, Mack Maine, Baby, and Slim came
Tez, and E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
'Cause prior to me signing, I could've went insane
And even now I think, "Do I really want this fame?"
Let me get up and go
700 to go overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists, and I'm starting to show
(Chorus)
I feel free; I feel freedom
Why they mad? You should see them
Burn a L 'cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here, crazy in here
I feel free; I feel freedom
Why they mad? You should see them
Burn a L 'cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here, crazy in here
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99 percent of them is nobody
Bitches acting like they killing sh*t; okay?
When I check these bitches guns—no bodies
These n*ggas is fake f*cks and opportunists
N*ggas spend they last dime to say the copped the soonest
Why these n*ggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on them Ramen noodles
Bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club, then it's the Young Money recital
I'm just that vital; I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya muthaf*cking idol
Pink Friday in Macy's; thongs and some pasties
Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? 'Cause I must've missed it
12 milli to kick my feet up, get ready this is The Re-Up
(Chorus)
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize
I just have to decide what you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize
I just have to decide what you hiding from?
What you hiding from? Hiding, baby
Would you, would you give your
Would you, would you give your
Would you, would you give your all for yours?
Would you, would you give your
Would you, would you give your
Would you, would you give your all for yours?
(Chorus)
3. Hell Yeah! (feat. Parker)
HELL YEAH! (feat. PARKER)
(Chorus)
When we do it, we go high; we're doing it all night
Ooh, the girls they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my n*ggas and we all f*cked up screaming,
"Hell yeah! Hell yeah!"
When we do it, we go high; we're doing it all night
Ooh, the girls they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my n*ggas and we all f*cked up screaming,
"Hell yeah! Hell yeah!"
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in them stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Got my best friends Ranges and Benzs
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how it feels when you winnin'
Man, they been rocking with me since the beginning, inning
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never gotta stress ends
Always in the press when paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up in the double R, pop clutch on them
Know the strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russel Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a G.T. Vodka, sittin' on top of mafia money, eating seafood pasta
VMAs, that was good there
Front row, yeah, always in the good chair
The bad gon' boo, but the good cheer
That's why my pockets on blimp like the Goodyear
(Chorus)
But you boring as f*ck tho
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let Young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playing? Boss for real
When they go against da Kid, it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay, I'll take it, sign on the dotted line
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line
Shoutout Mike Darnell and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the Queen on Idol, huh?
Say cheese to that
When they see me on the screen, check E! for that
Bitches lying on da Kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura, where's Rita at?
Send a G.T. Vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good there
Front row, yeah, I was in the good chair
Why the f*ck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair
(Chorus)
4. High School (feat. Lil Wayne)
HIGH SCHOOL (feat. LIL' WAYNE)
He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, f*ckin' with them heart-breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, bore like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5 year bid up north when they grad'ed
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seatbelt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches is pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order; I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa; I never f*ck with beginners
I let him play with my p*ssy, then lick it off with his fingers
I'm in the zone
They holler at me, but it's you, you, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want to
Whip it whenever you want to
Baby, it shows
Anywhere, everywhere, baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
She got a n*gga at home and one on the side
Best friend is a d*ke that f*cked around a few times
Her and her mama alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her "Make me some money", she tell me make me a wife
I tell her, "Bitch you crazy, f*ck wrong with cha?
And excuse my french, but I'm a lone kisser"
And then she tried to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I said, "What about them n*ggas?" and she said, "What about them n*ggas?"
"You're right, what you doin' tonight?
Put on something tight. Don't judge me, I get life."
She love me like a brother, but f*k me like a husband
Her p*ssy like an oven—too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it—the genie out the bottle
P*ssy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that it mine, I told her, "Stop lying
Mine and who else?" She said, "Worry about yourself"
Better tell me
They holler at me, but it's you, you, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want to
Whip it whenever you want to
Baby, it shows
Anywhere, everywhere, baby it's your world, ain't it?
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
I know you want it, boy, I see you trying
Just keep on pushing, I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes and love this horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
5. Im Legit (feat. Ciara)
I'M LEGIT (feat. CIARA)
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
Treat like they stole some'; feed 'em like they stole some'
All this booty here got them dreamin', "Lemme hold some"
Lemme, lemme hear that, boy; lemme, lemme rear that, boy
Lemme get the most expensive car and lemme steer that, boy
Real big pretty titty, shut down every city
If you want da Kid's kitty, gotta get the key from me
All new everything, plus pay the rent for me
If we in the woods, then these bitches pitch the tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get me bodied
Long hair, no makeup, doing Pilates
Those n*ggas don' stepped on my damn Zanottis
All these bitches is my sons, but who's the daddy?
I graduate with honors; I ball—'nead O'Connor
I did a freestyle, then I got a shout out from Obama
Yes, yes, I am ill; I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons; birth control? I am on the pill
What I gotta do, what I gotta do to 'em?
Step up in the club, everybody like, "Who dem?"
Girls, girls, me and my girls
What you done did? I need some referrals
Muthaf*ckas know I'm the sh*t, legit
And if a muthaf*cka doubt, he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang, give 'em five percent
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
I'm like really famous; I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos; all this famous penis
Lemme, lemme hear that, boy; lemme, lemme wear that, boy
All this money coming in, but I never share that, boy
No lipstick, no lashes out, but I got a real big old ratchet tho
I said, "Dude, yo dude, you packin' tho!"
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said, "Well, my name's Nicki and it's nice to meet you
If you really want to know, I'll give my procedure
Got a whole bunch of Pretty Gang in my clique
And we lookin' for some ballers—alopecia"
I hate wack n*ggas; I should really slap n*ggas
These n*ggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map, n*ggas
How you gon' break fly? How you gon' fake that?
Ain't at no weddin', but all my girls cake high
Sleepin' on me, no mattress tho
I'm a burn a beatdown, no matches tho
No, they can't keep up, they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the cashest flow
Lookin' at me like it's my fault
Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone
I like indepentent bitches like July 4th
Now that's young Harriet died for
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
I'm the sh*t with no makeup, don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here—mine—I'ma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up; ladies throw your hands up
And say "I know I'm cute, I know I'm fly, don't ask me why 'cause I'm the sh*t"
6. I Endorse These Strippers (feat. Tyga & Brinx)
I ENDORSE THEM STRIPPERS (feat. TYGA)
(Chorus)
I endorse this message, I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message
I endorse this message, I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message
I endorse these strippers, I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers
I endorse these strippers, I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers
Said I endorse young Mitt; I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch; well you can suck my dick
All these chicks is ridiculous; conversations is frivolous
Man, f*ck all these bitches; I am a polygamist
Playin' with my p*ssy; I am just that bored
I mean we coulda went shoppin', but what could you afford?
I bust a band in the pit; my money can't fit in clips
I tell them hoes when they strip that they can play with my cl*t
Ooh, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, lotta boobs
Man, I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain't got no time for your silly feuds
I'm with Pretty Gang at Sue's Rendezvous
Batman, I'm Robin hoes; I tell them bitches, "Yo, vámonos!"
These hoes my sons, I'm papa tho
I feed them bitches with papa dough
I'm tropical; you comical
Bitch, read my muthaf*cking chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal, and you adopted, ain't even biological
(Chorus)
Hey, bitch, I'm T-Raw; get on that pole and freefall
Heard my best friend f*cked with you; I said "That's cool, now you do, too"
Give me head in the carpool; her mouth drawn like art school
Anaconda part two; I pulled it out, that's all you
All you, I'm tryna smash, I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I'm a lil' n*gga with a big one, I ain't tryna brag
I'm E-line, that strip club, that money, I quarterback
I make her hike, go long, first down, that's 10 racks
Said, "I can't f*ck for free"; I told her that's cool by me
Said I can't f*ck for free; she gon' have to probably pay me
Gettin' busy, all I do is spin; white ghost, I'm floatin'
She up and down that pole, but she ain't votin'
(Chorus)
Now, I endorse this paper; I endorse this liquor
I bust a band in the pit, and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split; she got a horse ass splinter
She tryna bring home a friend, and I enforce that n*gga
I threw like 4 stacks, n*gga, and then 4 more stacks, n*gga
I'm only just gettin' started; I blew a Porsche that minute
It's king of diamonds, so starless; Onyx, my wh*re got bitter
'Cause I ain't call her this mornin'; she almost torched my sh*t
When I hit a shopping spree, oh sh*t, I ball
Sorry, but you can't get these at Lenox Mall
Nah, ho, this ain't clearance at Americana
This that boy, you better cuff ya baby mama
Copy, kinko, for Nicki, show that pink hole
Drop it, bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
I support these ratchet bitches, and I treat 'em right
She fought me to get to Nicki; that's that sh*t I like
(Chorus)
7. The Boys (feat. Cassie)
THE BOYS (feat. CASSIE)
Punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got c*cks to blow?"
Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
They should've said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki—impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, ngga
Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain can't make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, clone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high and f*ck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life; I hope I don't lose it tonight
Bald head p*ssy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce, man I'm stingy with my kitty cat daddy
Did you ever really love me, Steebie?
Rrrrrrr, pull up in the rrrrrrr
Wrist on burrrrr, p*ssy on purrrr-purrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a n*gga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, f*ck a day rate, n*gga
Your bossed up swag got them drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes got them blinded by a masquerade
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, clone it, own it, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high and f*ck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life; I hope I don't lose it tonight
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're pre-mature, Young Money to the core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl? That's that mid-grade
Buck 50 on your face with the switch blade
Or the razor, yeah the razor
She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her
Goose me hater, I get that loose leaf Paper
Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out
Told 'em Nicki be chillin', I'ma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen
You couldn't even be tripping, you can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
You get high and f*ck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life; I hope I don't lose it tonight
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie
8. Va Va Voom
VA VA VOOM
Just met a boy, just met a boy when
He could come inside of my playpen
'Cause he look like a superstar in the makin'
So I think that I'm going in for the takin'
Hear through the grapevine that he cakin'
We can, we can shoot a movie, he can do the tapin'
B-b-boom boom pow, this thing be shakin'
I ain't even tryna find out who he datin'
'Cause I know he got a wife at home
But I need just one night alone
If he keeps playing them g-g-games
I'ma run away-ay, I'ma run away-ay-ay
I-I-I wanna give you one last option
I-I-I wanna give you one last chance
If-if you're looking for the main attraction
Just hold on tight and let me do my dance
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
Just met a boy, just met a boy when
He could become my little problem
'Cause he look like he modellin' clothes in Dublin
So I think that he gettin' the green, the Goblin
Hear through the grapevine that he hang low
We can, we can shoot a movie, kabang! like Rambo
B-b-boom boom pow, this thing so bingo
Wondering if he can understand my lingo
'Cause I know he got a wife at home
But I need just one night alone
If he keeps playing them g-g-games
I'ma run away-ay, I'ma run away-ay-ay
I-I-I wanna give you one last option
I-I-I wanna give you one last chance
If-if you're looking for the main attraction
Just hold on tight and let me do my dance
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
Boy, I'm in this club slow-mo, don't mind if I do
And I can tell you feeling me from the jump, I wanna ride too
You got that hot sh*t, boy, you blessed
Let me feel up on your chest
Flexing, you the man
You the man, one hundred grand
The same old game blow; yes; I play it very well
Come baby, lay it down, let me stay down
Let me show you how I run things in my playground
Come and get this va va voom
I-I-I wanna give you one last option
I-I-I wanna give you one last chance
If-if you're looking for the main attraction
Just hold on tight and let me do my dance
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it, you got that boom, boom
Does this mean there won't be any more singles from the original version? Because if they released a single from the re-release then went back to releasing singles from the original album that would be kind of odd...
SINGLE CHOICES
adfsgkhgkkggk!
the title 
Did she have that planned?
