TROLLZ (with Nicki Minaj) - 6ix9ine/Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)

Sad Pony

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 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***as 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 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***a that I never wanna be like

You a type of b***h 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

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 n***a 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

Ooh

He a slave to this p***y 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***a into a clinic

My flow's still sick I ain't talkin' a pandemic

I write my own lyrics a lot of these b***hes 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 b***hes start plottin'

Plottin'

When I come out it's a sweep b***hes 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 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

That real a*s ain't keep your n***a h