Majesty Chords by Nicki Minaj

[Start]

[Chorus]
Bm A                    D       G
■  Whatever you say Mrs Majesty ■
Bm A                              D    G Bm
■  Whatever you want you can have from ■ me
       A                        
I want your love just lead me on
                         G      
Won't give it up hey hey hey hey
Bm           A            
’cause I'm a sucker for ya
D    G            
Boom shangalangala


[Verse]
                  
Boom shangalangala
                    Bm                     
Mmm uh yo I got the money and the power now
B7                                          
The Gfive'll get me out there in an hour now
                    B7                          
The MAC movin’ like crack I'm sellin' powder now
           B7                              
Ggame over locker room hit them showers now
          B7                        
I got the trophies and the catalogue
                B7                              
Just did a deal MercedesBenz check the catalogue
                              B7           
I'm buyin' buildings we don't buy the blogs
                           B7              
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague uh
             B7           
'cause I'm a sucker for ya
Bm   A            
Boom shangalangala
D    G              
Boom ■ shangalangala
G                               
Uh yo who want it with Nicki now
  Bm                        
I smoke ’em like hippies now
     B7                   
They see me say Yippie now
      B7                      
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
     B7                        
They switchin' like sissies now
    Bm                
You niggas is iffy now
B7                       
Bitches tune switchin’ up
   B7                   
We take 'em to Jiffy now
    B7                        
I'm thicker than peanut butter
   Bm                     
He nuttin' like Skippy now
        Bm               
He want me to be his wife
    Bm                      
His missus like sippi now uh


[Chorus]
A                    D       G Bm
Whatever you say Mrs Majesty ■ ■ 
A                     D   G             
Whatever you want you can ■ have from me
            A                   
I want your love just lead me on
                         G   Bm 
Won’t give it up hey hey hey hey
             A            
'cause I'm a sucker for ya
D                 
Boom shangalangala
G                 
Boom shangalangala
Bm                    A    
She invites me to the condo
D               G      
Uhoh wifey's in Chicago
Bm                A         
My side piece but she's also
               D                G          
Someone's wife so time we spend is borrowed
         Bm                         A       
But it's our moment right here fuck tomorrow
D                                G      
'cause moments like these are to die for
          Bm                     
And she's clear all nice and easy
A                          D        
As hair when I'm bleaching it blonde


[Verse]
          G                         
So we got that lightning in a bottle
      G              
She's tipsy I'm sober
              G                   
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
            G                  
Sits on the sofa I go to load a
                                       G          
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
         G                                 
She goes All that old school hiphop is over
           G                   
Think that shit's got pneumonia
           G                     
I told her Bitch now just hold up
           G                 
That's why rap needs a doctor
            G                       
Our genre's lymph nodes are swole up
             G                                     
It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
                               G                          
'cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
                                      G                   
That's why Tribe is so vital: we need QTip for the culture
G                                             
You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight
          A                                         
I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache
                  D                                       
And now I'm finna step on the pedal don't wanna ever brake
          G                                       
I want to accelerate to a level that I can elevate
                  Bm                                    
Demented with the pen I'll make the mothafucker detonate
             A                                 
I wanna make it acapellawait I gotta set a date
               A                                     
With the devil and celebrate together we can renovate
    A                                                 
And redevelop Hell awaits and I'ma get a special place
                                    A           
Now take a ride with me hop into my time machine
                                             A         
I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
           A                                        
Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck the fucking media
         A                                  
Right in the behind I'm a human encyclopedia
                         A                                          
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
    A                                     
And you're never gonna reach these heights
                 A               
They're just too high to reach it
             Bm                        
I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest
           Bm                               
You better pick another game try hideandseek
Bm                                 
And you might wanna decide to cheat
Bm                                     
'cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
   Bm                                
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed
            A                                     D           
Even if you firebreathe ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
                    G                             Bm   
If you wrapped your entire Mead pad up in a dryer sheet
                         Bm                
And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Bm                             
Better not use me as your topic
            Bm                  
Anybody who brings me up duck it
Bm                        
Let me keep it one hundred
                             Bm                  
Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion
Bm                       
The queen and her husband
                        Bm                           
Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects yeah


[Chorus]
A                    D       G Bm
Whatever you say Mrs Majesty ■ ■ 
A                              D    G 
Whatever you want you can have from me
            A                   
I want your love just lead me on
                         G   Bm 
Won't give it up hey hey hey hey
             A          D 
'cause I'm a sucker for ya
G                 
Boom shangalangala


[Verse]
     G            
Boom shangalangala
   G                      
Yo now let me hit you back
G                        
Told 'em I'd get you back
                              G                              
I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that
         G           
I am who did you that
             G           
You trippin' did you pack
                          G                             
Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack
                  G   
Here take a Nicki pack
               G        
Check out this Nicki act
           G         
Nicki this Nicki that
G                          
All these bitches piggyback
G                         
Ha piggyback ah ah ah back
         G         
Ah ah ah back ah ah
                 G              
Out ah road they lovin' my style
                 G             
The man dem want digits fi dial
                       G              
Inna the dance we a go skin out I know
                          G       
And when I come out y'all suicidal
                           G            
Yeah on the real I'm these bitches' idol
                      G            
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
G                      
'cause I'm too powerful
            G       
And you not powerful
                               G                
So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow


[Chorus]
    G            
Die slow die slow
              G               
Jealousy is a disease die slow
    G            
Die slow die slow
                            G               
Tell her that jealousy is a disease die slow


[End]