6ix9ine、Nicki Minaj - TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj)
Sad Pony
Watch mhm Glock mhm
Cocked mhm got it mhm
You need that I got it
This cash my pockets
That's cash 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
That's cash 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 a*s
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 n**gas
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 c*caina
Smoking on that OG reefer no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck
Make her friends f**k
Told her she could get Chanel
If she let my friends f**k
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce it got red guts
Wait hold up
Nah I still don't give a f**k
Vroom vroom G5
Vroom vroom we high
You the type of n**ga
That I never wanna be like
You a type of b**ch
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 a*s
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Boomin' at your man
Now we boomin' at his mata
Split his f**king wig
Bust it open like piñata
He tryna put in mi culo real fat gato
When he eat it
I tell him to squeeze it like a taco
All my n**gas out of town
Moving all that blanco
I ain't letting up on you b**ches say uncle
Still the baddest b**ch
Quarantining in mi casa
Talking all that sh*t
But you b**ches ain't saying caca
Uh a flock of birds waka
All my b**ches pretty juicy booty pretty knockers
Yeah eat it Cookie Monster ooh
He a slave to this p**sy 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 n**ga into a clinic
My flow's still sick
I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics
A lot of these b**ches 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
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 a*s
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' a*s a*s a*s
They be speedin' tryna beat me
Then they crash crash crash
Still a hundred like the number
On my dash dash dash