Come on a Cone
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Bitches ain't serious, man, these bitches delirious
All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors
I just pick up and go, might pick up a ho
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
"Pink Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat'
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna
Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna
Front row at Oscar de la Renta, posture
Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta

Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
Man, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone

7-Up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell 'em I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost about six figures long
But you bitches ain't got it, where the fuck is your budgets?
Flying Spurs for hers, mean I'm fucking above it
And I just got the Ghost, and I'm calling it Casper
But that shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the fuck am I styling? I competes with myself
When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself
Paparazzis is waiting, 'cause them pictures'll sell
Now don't you feel real stupid, yeah, that's egg on your face
If you wasn't so ugly, I'd put my dick in your face
Dick in your face, put my dick in your face, yeah

Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
Man, my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, it should come on a cone
'Cause my ice is so cold, it should come on a cone

Ooh-ooh, dick in your face
Ooh-ooh, dick in your face
Ooh-ooh, dick in your face
Put my dick in your face
Put my dick in your face, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah




Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Yeah (yeah)

Overall Meaning

In this song, Nicki Minaj addresses the notion that she's the queen of hip hop and also the fact that she has achieved a lot of success despite facing a lot of criticism. Nicki Minaj flaunts her success and makes it clear that she's beyond competition. She refers to other women in the industry as inferior, delirious, and hints at the fact that they wish to be her. She doesn't care about her money or who has it because she knows she's winning at life.


Nicki Minaj also discusses her brand collaborations and billboards success. She mentions that she's done commercials for 7-Up, and although it was given to Cee-Lo, that doesn't take away what she's accomplished. She sings about her ice being so cold that it should come on a cone, indicating her wealth and success. She also talks about how she doesn't care about competing with others but, rather, herself.


Overall, the song is a confident display of Nicki Minaj's success and highlights the fact that no one can get in her way.


Line by Line Meaning

Bitches ain't serious, man, these bitches delirious
I think these girls are crazy--they're not taking my success seriously.


All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors
My cars and houses are so hot that these other girls look like scum in comparison.


I just pick up and go, might pick up a ho
I live a flexible lifestyle and might even pick up a prostitute.


Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
I'm not interested in talking unless you're willing to pay me.


Never mind my money, never mind my stacks
Don't worry about how much money I have--just know that I'm loaded.


Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
I'm so popular and fashion-forward that everyone wants to be like me.


"Pink Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat'
Two million copies of my album have been sold and my song "Super Bass" is a triple platinum hit.


When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
I'm so successful that even appearances on TV talk shows make it obvious that I'm winning in life.


Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
I'm in such high demand that top fashion brands like Versace specifically request me to perform at their shows.


And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
If I can't perform, the quality of the whole show will suffer.


When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna
When I'm with Anna Wintour, the editor-in-chief of Vogue, it's not a metaphor--I'm actually hanging out with her.


Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna
This isn't just clever wordplay--I'm actually hanging out with Anna Wintour.


Front row at Oscar de la Renta, posture
I have such a high status that I get to sit front row at fashion shows like Oscar de la Renta.


Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
No one can top what I've achieved, not even someone pretending to be me.


Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster?
I'm so much better than these other girls that I'm putting them on lockout, and I don't even think they have a good roster of skills.


I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta
I arrive in style in a brand new car, and I probably eat fancy food like marinara and pasta.


Shake my head, yo, I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
I'm angry because there's no one who can compete with me in my zone.


In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Despite my success, I sometimes feel isolated and alone.


Got the certification, 'cause it come with the stone
I have official recognition and certification for my talents, and it's associated with a valuable stone.


But this ice is so cold, it should come on a cone
My jewelry is so impressive and icy that it should come on a special cone to keep it cool.


Ooh-ooh, dick in your face
I'm being crude and suggestive.


Put my dick in your face, yeah, yeah
I'm continuing to be sexual and vulgar.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Chauncey A. Hollis, Onika Tanya Maraj

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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

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(Hey)
(Hey)
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