Lyrics I Might by Nicki Minaj

I see you, you can be my-
Looking at me, you can be my-
I might let you, mm Whatchu wanna do?
And i might let you, mm
(I know whatchu wanna do, let me ask you)

Do you want it? Do you need it?
Do you like it, do you crave it, do you fiend it?
Had to do a double take to believe it (Yes)
Saw your mouth drop down when you seen it
Do you got it like (What?) an addict? (Yes)
You be thinking what you’d be doing if you could grab it (Yes)
Thinking maybe if you play it systematic (Yes)
You could have it late night in your attic (Yes)

You know you really want this
You wanna gloss up my wrist
You wanna spoil me with gifts
You’ll be my puppet and, shh
My puppet, my puppet, my puppet and, shh
My puppet, my puppet, my puppet and, shh

And I might let you breathe up on it
Might let you touch up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)
And I might let you grab up on it
Might let you get up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)
Do you got it? Can you make me?
Wanna go and tell my girls that i’m your lady
Wanna drop it down and throw it on your crazy
Real crazy, maybe
I ain’t playin’ with your bad self
Had my fingers, my wrist, my neck up
get a chin-check up
Wanna see ya, gotta get your girl set up

You know you really want this
You wanna gloss up my wrist
You wanna spoil me with gifts
You’ll be my puppet and, shh
My puppet, my puppet, my puppet and, shh
My puppet, my puppet, my puppet and, shh

And I might let you breathe up on it
Might let you touch up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)
And I might let you grab up on it
Might let you get up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)
Lemme, lemme tell you had I had this dude sprung
Mix a lil’ coke with a lil’ bit of rum
Everything you did, I already done done
N***a, ask about me, i’m the motherf**king one
I might let you get up on this nice pretty thang
Only if you copped iced out pinky rings
Only if you got a 9 inch ding-a-lang
Only if you think you can make a b*t*h sang
Humina-h-humina-humina, you a studder-er
When it come to humpin your brother, I got a plethera
Always, okay, i’m stuntin’ with Ang
Nick Mirag, that’s my motherf**king name

And I might let you breathe up on it
Might let you touch up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it (Yeah, ooh)
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)
And I might let you grab up on it
Might let you get up on it, on it, on it, on it, on it
(My hair, my nails, my clothes, my shoes
My rent, my bills, my [?], my dude)

Might letcha, might letcha
And I might letcha, might letcha