Roman Holiday
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break from your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday, a Roman holiday
You done, you tired? You suck at life?
You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice
Worship the queen and you might get passed
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
These bitches can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin', repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
Cause my flow's so sick and I'm a lunatic
And this can't be cured with no Elixir
Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break from your sovereignty
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday, a Roman holiday

Bitch, twitch, bitch!
Motherfucking right, this is World War 6
This right here is gonna make a bitch die
And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry
And if we being honest I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
No them bitches ain't eating, they dying of hunger
Motherfucka I'm me, who the fuck is this ho?
And yes, maybe just a touch of tourettes
Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my barrettes

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break from your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday, a Roman holiday

Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski

Talking bout me, you talking about me?
I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me
That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZs
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
Goddamn motherfucker ya talking about me?
I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me
That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZs
A-buh-buh-buh now give then a goatee

Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break from your silencing




There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday, a Roman holiday

Overall Meaning

"Roman Holiday" is a song by Nicki Minaj in which she calls on the persona of her alter ego, Roman Zolanski, who is depicted as being mentally unwell and in need of medication and a break from reality. The song begins with Minaj urging Roman to take his medication and go on a Roman holiday, implying that he needs to get away and take a break from his issues. She suggests that he needs alterations not only to his clothes but also to his brain, indicating that he may need to work on himself internally. Throughout the song, Minaj continues to switch back and forth between her own voice and Roman's, adding to the contrast between reality and the alter ego.


As the song progresses, Minaj raps about her greatness and the weakness of her competitors, suggesting that she is the one who truly knows what is best for Roman. She mentions putting others in their place and even threatens to put them in a dungeon. The song ends with Minaj calling out those who may be talking about her and asserting her dominance.


Overall, "Roman Holiday" serves as a representation of Nicki Minaj's bold and unapologetic approach to music and life in general. It highlights the importance of taking care of oneself, both physically and mentally, and the struggle of living with mental health issues. However, it also showcases Minaj's confidence and determination to do whatever it takes to succeed.


Line by Line Meaning

Take your medication, Roman
Addressing her alter ego, Roman, telling him to take his medication and calm down.


Take a short vacation, Roman, you'll be okay
Telling Roman to take a break, go on a vacation and relax.


You need to know your station, Roman
Reminding Roman of his place and role.


Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Telling Roman to change his clothing style and mindset.


Take a little break, little break from your silencing
Urging Roman to take a break from his overbearing personality.


There is so much you can take, you can take
Assuring Roman that he can handle whatever comes his way.


I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday, a Roman holiday
Acknowledging that Roman needs a break from reality.


You done, you tired? You suck at life?
Mocking her opponents and questioning their stamina and abilities.


You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice
Taunting her opponent for losing twice already.


Worship the queen and you might get passed
She is the queen and if her opponents worship her, they might be able to pass.


Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Telling her opponents that they can never be as good as her.


Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
Asking her stylist to get her some luxury items.


I am the ultimate Svengali
Boasting about her capabilities and power.


These bitches can't even spell that
Her opponents are not intelligent enough to even understand that word.


You, you hoes buggin', repel that
Her opponents are annoying and she wants them to go away.


Let me tell you this, sister
Addressing her opponents as female and giving them an advice.


I am, I am colder than a blister
She is more ruthless and cold than her opponents.


Cause my flow's so sick and I'm a lunatic
Her rap skills are unmatched and she is unpredictable.


And this can't be cured with no Elixir
Her craziness cannot be cured with medicine.


Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do
Her opponents know what she is capable of.


I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
She has intimidated every tough guy she has come across.


Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
She is the boss and even animals have to listen to her.


Put the hyena in a freakin' zoo
She wants to get rid of the annoying person.


Bitch, twitch, bitch!
Addressing her opponents as female dogs and telling them to twitch.


Motherfucking right, this is World War 6
Her battle with her opponents is like a world war.


This right here is gonna make a bitch die
Her rhymes are deadly and can destroy her opponents.


And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry
Her rap skills will make her opponents emotional.


And if we being honest I am such a great guy
Despite her controversial personality, she considers herself a great person.


And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
She is ruthless towards anyone who crosses her.


I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
She will punish her opponents by imprisoning them.


No them bitches ain't eating, they dying of hunger
Her opponents will starve in her dungeon.


Motherfucka I'm me, who the fuck is this ho?
She is confident in herself and disregards her opponents.


And yes, maybe just a touch of tourettes
Acknowledging her Tourette syndrome.


Get my wigs, Terrence, go and get my barrettes
Asking her stylist to bring her some wigs and hair accessories.


Come all ye faithful
Addressing her fans and supporters.


Joyful and triumphant
Her fans should be happy and successful.


I am Roman Zolanski
Re-introducing her alter ego, Roman, to her fans.


Talking bout me, you talking about me?
Asking if her opponents are talking about her.


I dare a motherfucker to be talking about me
Challenging her opponents to talk about her.


That bitch must be smokin' a couple of OZs
Her opponents must be high if they are talking about her.


They want the outline, I give them a goatee
Her opponents want something from her, but she only gives them a small detail.


Goddamn motherfucker ya talking about me?
Asking again if her opponents are talking about her.


A-buh-buh-buh now give then a goatee
Mocking her opponents' speech and only giving them a small detail.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Written by: Onika Tanya Maraj, Safaree Lloyd Samuels, Larry Nacht, Vincent Anthony Venditto, Winston Thomas Jr.

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

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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)
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