TROLLZ - Alternate Edition

  • 專輯:TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj)
  • 發行:2020-06-16
  • 演唱:6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
字型
作詞:6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj 作曲:6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

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


      • 專輯:TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj)
      • 發行:2020-06-16
      • 演唱:6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
      字型
      作詞:6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj 作曲:6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj

      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

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