Press Play
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Yeah, press play, lil' booty-
Yeah, press play, big booty-
Press play, big, big, big booty- (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

(Press play, lil' booty-)
Press play, got baguettes on the way
(Press play, big booty-)
Press play, new G wagon on the way
(Press play, lil' booty-)
Press play, got a fan on the K
(Press play, big booty, big booty-)
Press play, have them killers where you stay
(Press play, lil' booty-)
Press play
(Press play, big booty-)
Press play
Press play, have them killers where you stay
(Press play, lil' booty-)
Press play
Press play (press play, big booty-)
Press play, got a fan on the K

Come a dime a dozen, life's too short
Shorty blow down a- like a Newport
Rolex bezel, got it froze like a Frost cup
Put the dope on the stove-, Scott Storch
Count it up no matter where we at, no matter where we go
Fresh designers all above, all way down to the floor
Plug bringin' me them Birkins, they don't never hit the store
You got alcohol and drugs, all these- wanna know
You gon' shake it up for a band, you gon' shake it up for free
You gon' do it for a broke-, do it for a G

Press play, lil' booty-
Press play, big, big booty-

It's the big booty-, a big booty-
He don't want no nice-, a bad moody-
When I leave Gag City, I fly to Pluto-
Draw the four, five, reverse, I'm the uno- (oop)
Uh, set the pace like a runner- (go)
Set the tone like her vocal coach (ah)
They said, "Why can't you be Yonce?"
Daddy wasn't no business man, mama wasn't no business owner
Mm, what an idiot
You can't be me, I'm already it
I been saucy, they all wanna skinny dip
I am your label's obsession, you's another guinea pig (oop, ah, oop)
Top of every list including your man bucket
Been on the chart so long, I told Billboard to dust it
These sheep ain't got the nerve, I heard I done struck it
It ain't a hate train if you conduct it
He-he-he gon' cook it up and bag it up and put it in the streets
Got the makks on pause, they gon' press play for me
Press play big, big, big-
Press play if you got some good- (press play lil' booty-)

Press play, got baguettes on the way (press play, lil' booty -, oop)
Press play, new G wagon on the way (press play, big booty -)
Press play, got a fan on the K (press play, lil' booty -, kyuh)
Press play, have them killers where you stay (press play, big booty, big booty -)
Press play
Press play (press play, big booty-)
Press play, have them killers where you stay (brrt)
(Press play lil' booty-)
Press play
Press play (press play, big booty-)
Press play, got a fan on the K

I had to put these chickens back in they coup like a two door-
I hear you talkin', but who you talkin' to though-?

Gag
It's the gag (press play lil' booty-)

Press play, got baguettes on the way (press play, lil' booty -, oop)
Press play, new G wagon on the way (press play, big booty -)
Press play, got a fan on the K (press play, lil' booty -, kyuh)
Press play, have them killers where you stay (press play, big booty, big booty -)
Press play
Press play (press play, big booty-)
Press play, have them killers where you stay (brrt)
(Press play lil' booty-)
Press play
Press play (press play, big booty-)




Press play, got a fan on the K
(Press play lil' booty-)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Nicki Minaj's song "Press Play" primarily focus on the themes of materialism, power, and self-confidence. In the song, Nicki asserts her dominance and flaunts her wealth and success while also addressing her haters and critics.


The repeated phrase "Press play, lil' booty, Press play, big booty" can be interpreted as Nicki embracing and celebrating both small and large body types, suggesting that self-love and confidence should extend to all shapes and sizes.


The lines "Press play, got baguettes on the way" and "Press play, new G wagon on the way" highlight Nicki's opulence and her ability to acquire luxurious items effortlessly. By associating herself with expensive jewelry and a new car, she emphasizes her wealth and success, implying that she can effortlessly obtain whatever she desires.


The line "Press play, have them killers where you stay" introduces a more aggressive tone, suggesting that Nicki has a strong support system and is not to be messed with. This line can be interpreted as a warning to those who may try to undermine her or cross her. It illustrates her ability to command the allegiance of dangerous individuals.


In the second verse, Nicki expresses her confidence and unique worth. She states, "You can't be me, I'm already it," emphasizing her individuality and originality. She then takes a jab at those who try to emulate her style or success, referring to them as "guinea pigs" for record labels and highlighting her ongoing streak of success on the charts.


The lines "Press play if you got some good-" can be interpreted as a playful innuendo, suggesting that one should "press play" if they possess sexual prowess or skill. It adds a provocative element to the song while also reinforcing Nicki's bold and confident persona.


Overall, "Press Play" showcases Nicki Minaj's self-assuredness and success while also conveying messages of body positivity and resilience in the face of criticism. The song celebrates individuality, material wealth, and personal power.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jacob Canady, Nayvadius Wilburn, Onika 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

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

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