TROLLZ - Alternate Edition - 6ix9ine/Nicki Minaj

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 ***

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 niñas

Baby got that Aquafina it's *******

Smoking on that OG ** no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck make her friends ****

Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends ****

Stars shining in the Rolls Royce it got red guts

Wait hold up nah I still don't give a ****

Vroom vroom G5 vroom vroom we high

You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like

You a type of ***** 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 ***

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Benz truck in the back

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Boomin' at your man now we boomin' at his matas

Split his ******* wig bust it open like piñata

He tryna put it en mi culo real fat gato

When he eat it I tell him to squeeze it like a taco

All my niggas out of town moving all that blanco

I ain't letting up on you ******* say uncle

Still the baddest ***** quarantining en mi casa

Talking all that **** but you ******* ain't saying caca

Uh a flock of birds waka

All my ******* pretty juicy booty pretty knockers

Yeah eat it Cookie Monster

Ooh

He a slave to this ***** 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 ******* 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 ***

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' *** *** ***

They be speedin' tryna beat me then they crash crash crash

Still a hundred like the number on my dash dash dash