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TROLLZ (with Nicki Minaj)

6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj  (٢٠٢٠)

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Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, 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