However, most of the clip is Minaj dancing, grinding and making faces in a variety of different outfits and hair colors. While the video doesn’t feature anywhere near as many, several rappers do make cameos in puppet form, including Lil Wayne (identifiable by his dreads) and Tekashi 6ix9ine (ditto his rainbow grill).
“Everyone is saying how disrespectful ‘Barbie Dreams’ is, and that’s why I f—ing love it.” “Reading the reactions to ‘Barbie Dreams’ is f—ing hilarious,” she continued.
The song, however, was certainly the most-discussed on her “Queen” album, as its lyrics feature comic digs at a galaxy of rappers, including Drake, Meek Mill, DJ Khaled, Young Thug and more. While a music video was certainly not the most-discussed topic on her Queen Radio show Monday — that would be comments on her tussle with Cardi B Friday night, more on that here — as promised, Nicki Minaj dropped a new clip for her song “Barbie Dreams” today.
I love them. It’s just some funny sh–. I said things about people who I know can take a joke and won’t be emotional about it. While she throws some memorable insults at the rappers — check here for some quotes — Minaj said of the song on an earlier installment of her Beats 1 show, “You guys know ‘Barbie Dreams’ is not a diss, right?
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Watch the clip below:

to B.I.G. Can’t say your S’s and shit
[Chorus]
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)
[Verse 2]
I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner, ’cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head
‘Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson, he was bitin’ my shit
Talking ’bout, “Yo, why you got these niggas fighting and shit?”
On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A. and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I would’ve had Odell Beckham banging the cake
‘Til I saw him hoppin’ out of cars dancing to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I’ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speaking
Ain’t no fat nigga telling me what he ain’t eating
YG and The Game with the hammer yelling, “Gang, gang!”
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said “tre-way”
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em’, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse then you can play the part
I ain’t tryna bust it open in the trailer park
[Chorus]
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie)
Dreams of fucking with any of these little rappers
I’m just playing, but I’m saying (Barbie Dreams, B-B-B-Barbie)
[Beat Switch]
[Verse 3]
You know I’m all about them dollars
I be supporting them scholars
I let him give me some brain
But he wanted me to ride it
So I said, “Fuck it, I’m in”
He want a cut like a trim
And if he act like he know
I let him fuck it again
I got them bars, I’m indicted
I’m popping, I’m uninvited
I said, “Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don’t fucking bite it”
I ride his –, in the circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I’ma go down in slow motion
Then I pick it up, look at it
I said, “Daddy, come get at it,” uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I’m a trendsetter
Everything I do, they do
Yeah, put ’em up on it, on it
Dimelo, papi, papi
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I’ll give it to you if you beat it up like Baki, Baki
I’ma kill ’em with the shoe, no ceiling is in the roof
And I’m big, give me the loot, twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get down with the chrome, I tell ’em when I’ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killers is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin’ where it’s humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I’m in LA Times more than when niggas lootin’
And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin’
He done bodied everybody, in closing these bitches losin’
Using, using up a bitch movin’
No, I ain’t Studdard and no I ain’t Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin’
Shoutout to my Jews, l’chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes, they be protrudin’
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in [Intro]
Uh
R.I.P. Classic shit
[Verse 1]
I’m looking for a nigga to give some babies
A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain’t got no type, like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can’t fuck three times a night, peace
I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour
But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours
B-beat the pussy up, make sure it’s a K-O
Step your banks up like you’re moving that ya-yo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I’m tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lying and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyeing my shit
Drake worth a hundred milli, always buying me shit
But I don’t know if the pussy wet or if he crying and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him
“I used to pray for times like this.”
Face ass when I fuck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain’t takin’ a L
But he took it literally when I said, “Go to hell!”
Used to fuck with Young Thug, I ain’t addressin’ this shit
C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin’ dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp testers and shit
How you want the pu-thy?

On the moody “Majesty,” Minaj uses a menacing voice in her display of money and power, while guest singer Labrinth breathily introduces her highness during its chorus. Minaj wraps with a creepily weird, child-like coda, slowed for chilling effect as she hoots, “Say your prayers, 'cause you 'bout to die slow.” Then Eminem bursts in with a sneeringly clear and lightning-quick bit — even faster than the syllables-per-second of “Rap God” — that ranges from the lameness of new-fangled hip-hop to sex with strangers.
Elsewhere, Grande and The Weeknd make back-to-back appearances on the vaguely romantic, vexingly sensual “Bed” and “Thought I Knew You,” respectively; and the late-night AutoTune of “Nip Tuck,” and the dreamy, space-soul of “Sir” — featuring tourmate Future — allows Minaj a melodious shot at soft, subtone rapping in a manner not unlike a saxophone’s gentle toot.
Minaj’s fourth album is powered by more-focused-than-usual melodies (showing the influence of Trinidadian/Jamaican reggae and Middle Eastern musicality), infectious samples and her trademark mix of foul-mouthed, cocksure rap attacks and sonorous but equally ribald vocals. And while there are cameos from Eminem, The Weeknd, Ariana Grande, Future and Foxy Brown, Minaj is always the focus, working at the top of her game through exquisite space-soul ballads such as “Come See About Me” or ominously melodic hip-hop tracks like the pillow-talking “Rich Sex.” There’s less quirk than quake to the production, which has an oddly direct, elevated uniformity of tone, despite collaborators ranging from Boi-1da and Supa Dups to J. Reid and Mike Will Made It.
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It’s a rare moment of tenderness from an artist who, with "Queen," is doubling down on both her toughness and her regal status.” />
Defending her crown and rude (yet hilarious) sexuality are the main points of tracks such as the horrorcore hop “Hard White” (“I'm who they wishin' to be / These hoes is on the 'gram”), and the ragga lullaby “Miami” (“Too much money, I ain't never need a sugar daddy / I'm LaBelle of the ball, you could call me Patti”). But when it comes to the hard stuff, the album’s two best tracks come early and swiftly, threatening to front-load “Queen.”
The only track more barbed is “Barbie Dreams,” a hilarious rap attack modeled after the Notorious B.I.G.’s “Just Playing (Dreams)” and its rip on popular female R&B singers of his day — except this time, it’s the men of hip-hop who get a playful beat-down. “Drake worth a hundred milli, always buying me sh– / But I don’t know if the pussy wet or if he’s crying and sh–”; “I tried to f— 50 [Cent] for a powerful hour/ But all that n—a wanna do is talk Power for hours”; ex-boyfriend “Meek [Mill] still be in my DMs, I be having to duck him/ ‘I used to pray for times like this,’ face ass when I f— him”; and arguably best of all, “Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speaking / Ain’t no fat n—a telling me what he ain’t eating.”
Yet there’s little preparation for the righteous and surprisingly conventional “Come See About Me,” a soft, sculpted ballad that allows Minaj’s rap-singing romanticism to nestle in a richly opulent setting, not unlike an Ed Sheeran melody.
Date changes. Delays. Dick jokes. And a last-minute release-date-change announced on her new Apple Beats 1 radio show, followed by fantastically weird commentary. We’d expect nothing less from Nicki Minaj and the album she’s titled “Queen,” an epic 19-track collection that stands as her best and boldest recorded work to date. Diss tracks that she insists aren’t really diss tracks.