23. Born Stunnas
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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(Beat Billionaire)
Born stunna (Maybach Music)
Huh (yeah), I'm a born stunna (Maybach Music)
(YMCMB, nigga)
(Turn the music up in my headphones)
Huh, born stunna
Flashy lifestyle
Money, money, money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags (I'on't know why y'all put me on this song)
Money, money, money bags
Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna (woah)
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill' and another hundred comin'

Uh, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-born stunna flow
Consistently winnin', while all you bitches come and go
O-O-Oh you mad ho? Yo-yo-yo-you ain't headline
Yo-yo-you my son bitch, an-an-and it's bedtime
I show you bitches, how to put together punchlines
It ain't workin' out, it ain't crunch time
Roll the kush up
It's a chess game, bu-bu-bu-but fuck a push-up
Out in Tokyo, they callin' me Nicki-san
Everywhere you go, they callin' you Nicki's son
Kyuh
Coupes and trucks
Money bags, Scrooge McDuck (brrat)





Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill' and another hundred comin'

Money, money, money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags

Yeah, a lotta, lotta money bags
The money in the garbage can
Strapped up tight with a hundred bags
Money filthy, bitch, we in the money lair
See, we shinin' like the money can
Since the money came, bitch, we doin' the money thang
Yeah, YMCMG
Lauder Jet, been a hustla since I hit the streets
Two-fifty on the new piece
New condo, twenty-thousand square feet
Ballin', uptown suicide
Born stuntin', strapped how we livin' Five?

Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill' and another hundred comin'

Money, money, money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags

Uh, I don't know bout these other niggas, but I'm gettin' Trukfit money
And I ain't never number two, so you ain't gettin' shit from me
And you know I'ma ball, so catch me if you can
Blood, I leave a nigga bleedin' like that nigga got cramps
I got Molly, got Mary, got white girl, got Keisha
Used to have Trina but I still got Nina
Bitch, I'm Tuco, I'm too cold
Come put ya neck in my loophole
I'm too hot, I'm soup bowl
My money tall, Manute Bol
I'm high as Jupiter, Pluto
But everybody know I'm from Mars
Bitch-ass nigga keep hatin', gon' make me catch another gun charge
I'm on that good good, floatin' like Aladdin
Born stunna, stuntin' like my daddy

Born stunna, born stunna
Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
Born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred karats in the Cartier, mama (Young Mula, baby)
Born stunna, she's a born stunna
Mercedes coupe for the missus if she's a born stunna
Born stunna, born stunna
Stack a hundred mill' and another hundred comin'

Money, money, money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags
Money, money, money bags (Maybach Music)

Overall Meaning

The song "Born Stunna" by Nicki Minaj is a hip hop track that pays tribute to the luxurious lifestyle of rappers, highlighting the materialistic possessions and monetary wealth one attains after hustling through trials and troubles. The song embodies the stereotype of a rap star being a “born stunna” since they were born to be successful, and the wealth they have achieved is the least to be expected of them. The repeated phrase “born stunna” emphasizes the pride in flaunting their wealth and luxurious lifestyle.


The lyrics of the song shine a light on the endless amount of money these celebrities possess, illustrating that they can “flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer” or “stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’”. The song also shows off their extreme extravagance, like putting “a hundred karats in the cartier mama” or “Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna”. The song demonstrates that they are capable of spending money with abandon, like “blow[ing] another hundred” at the mall or “cash money, money stacks”.


The lyrics also invoke a sense of pride in the rapper’s identity and how far they’ve come. “Since the money came, bitch we doin' the money dance” suggests that their success is a victory dance they are proud of. The song covers the endless amount of desires they can afford, whether it be cars or “Gucci bikes”. The song is a celebration of a life that has been earned through hard work and dedication, a life defined by luxury and status.


Line by Line Meaning

Born stunna
I am a natural at living the high life and making lots of money.


Money money money money money bags
I have so much money that I can't stop talking about it.


Born stunna, born stunna Flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
I am an expert at flipping drugs to make a lot of money quickly so that I can live extravagantly.


Born stunna, born stunna I put a hundred karats in the cartier mama
I can't just buy a normal piece of jewelry, I need to have a hundred carats to show off my wealth and status.


Born stunna, she’s a born stunna Mercedes coup for the missus if she’s a born stunna
If my girl is also skilled at making money and living extravagantly, she deserves a luxury car like a Mercedes coup.


Born stunna, born stunna Stack a hundred mill and another hundred comin’
I have already made a lot of money, but I won't stop until I have at least two hundred million dollars.


See, we shinin’ like the money can Since the money came, bitch we doin' the money dance
Since making a lot of money, we are now living a luxurious lifestyle and celebrating our wealth.


Maybach relaxin’ on them cop heels
I have a Maybach luxury car and I am so wealthy that I can relax comfortably on the back seats.


My sun lit, we live a high life
My lifestyle is so luxurious that it is like living in sunlight, always bright and abundant.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dwayne Carter, Shamann Cooke, Bryan Williams, Onika Tanya Maraj, William Roberts

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunBoy toy named Troy used to live in DetroitBig dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coinsWas in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palaceBought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylishNow that's real, real, realGun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to killWho wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodilsI'm high as hell, I only took a half a pillI'm on some dumb shitBy the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (damn)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttThis dude named Michael used to ride motorcyclesDick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel'sReal country-ass nigga, let me play with his riflePussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuilNow that bang, bang, bangI let him hit it 'cause he slang CocaineHe toss my salad like his name RomaineAnd when we done, I make him buy me BalmainI'm on some dumb shitBy the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (damn)Look at, look at, look atLook, at her buttLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much backLittle in the middle but she got much back(Oh my God, look at her butt)My anaconda don't, my anaconda don'tMy anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hunDon't, my anaconda don'tDon't want none unless you got buns, hunOh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)Look at her butt (damn, damn)(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)Look at, look at, look atLook at her buttYeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking clubI said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the clubI wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' clubFuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeahHaha, haha, rrrYeahI got a big fat assK'yeahCome on(Damn)(Damn)(Hey)(Hey)(Hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

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 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

By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, 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 slang 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

By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

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)

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

Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on

(Damn)
(Damn)
(Hey)
(Hey)
(Hey)

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