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Lyrics TROLLZ - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhmcocked, mhm, got it mhm
You need that I got it
this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred
you need that I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that I got it
this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred
you need that
Yeah, she like
how I throw them racks
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don't like me
you wanna fight me
You don't want no problems
at your party, don't invite me
I don't worry bout you niggas,
please stop talking bout me
Always talking bout me cause
you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
Smoking on that
OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck,
make her friends fuck
Told her she could get Chanel
if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls
Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah,
I still don't give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5,
vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of nigga
that I never wanna be like
You a type of bitch
that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
Yeah, she like
how I throw them racks
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin that cash
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin that ass
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man
know Nickis do it better
I know you don't like me,
you wanna fight me
Always on my page,
never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny nigga,
put that on my life
Just put it in his face,
all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin on that Ace,
itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pussy,
call me master
Real wet, I said,
Slurp it like it's pasta
They get nervous when it's
Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
My flow's still sick,
I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics,
a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style,
now all of them wan mimic
Talkin bout snitches
when it's snitches in your camp
Never stand alone,
you always itchin for a stamp
Me, I'm still money,
wrists light up like a lamp
They gon' have to send
they best fighter for the champ
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin
They keep hatin, but still watchin
Check the boards, I'm still toppin
Bustdown or plain jane,
I got options
It's a bunch of mini
mes, I'm the one they mockin
Showed you how to get a bag,
now you goin' shoppin
When I come out, all the sneak
bitches start plottin (Plottin')
When I come out, it's a
sweep bitches start moppin
Yeah, she like
how I throw them racks
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin that cash
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin that ass
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm,
cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
If he like, I throw it fast,
real fast, fast, fast
He singin my old song, yellin,
Ass, ass, ass
They be speedin, tryna beat me,
then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number
on my dash, dash, dash
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home