6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj - TROLLZ lyrics

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, itty-bitty waist
Pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (O oh)
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