Song Credits:
| Released | August 4, 2014 |
| Album | Thriller |
| Singer | Nicki Minaj |
| Songwriter(s) | Anthony Ray, Onika Maraj, Jamal Jones, Jonathan Solone-Myvett, etc. |
| Producer(s) | Polow da Don, AnonXmous & Da Internz |
| Label | Young Money, Cash Money, Republic |
Anaconda Lyrics:
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
Bi-bi-big dope dealer money, he was gettin’ some coins
Wa-wa-was in shootouts with the law but he live in a palace
Bo-bought me, Alexander McQueen, he was keepin’ me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who-who-who-who wanna go first?, I had ’em pushin’ daffodils
I-I-I’m high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I’m on some dumb shit
By-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, 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
He keep tellin’ me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey)
He-he-he say he 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
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt, look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt
Thi-thi-thi-thi-this dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Di-di-dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Eiffel’s
Re-re-re-real country-ass nigga let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he callin’ 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-by-by-by-by-by the way, what he say? (Hey, 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
He keep tellin’ me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal (Hey)
He-he-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
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt
Look at her butt, 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
D-d-d-don’t
My anaconda d-d-don’t
D-d-don’t want none unless you got buns, hun
[Post-Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Sir Mix-a-Lot]
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh-oh-oh, oh my gosh, look at her butt
Little in the middle but she got much back
Oh my God, look at her butt
Look at, look at, look at, look at her butt
Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahahahahahahaha
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 those skinny bitches, fuck those skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat-ass bitches in the motherfuckin’ club
Fuck you if you skinny, bitches, what? Kyuh
Hahahaha, ahh, rrr
Kyuh, I got a big fat ass
Kyuh, come on
Hey, hey, hey