TROLLZ

Watch, mhm

Glock, mhm

Cocked, mhm

Got it, mhm

You need that, I got it

That's cash in my pockets

That's cash, one hunnids

You need that, I got it

Need it, I got it

Cash pockets

Bands on me

Sticks on me

You need that I got it

That's cash in my pockets

That's cash, one hunnids

You need that

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwing that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwing 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 about you ****, please stop talking about me

Always talking about me 'cause you looking for the clouty

6ixty9ine, the nine nina

Riding in a 2-seater with two ninas

Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaína

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 **** that I never wanna be like

You the 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 throwing that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwing that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Dolla, dolla bill, come get her

Even ya man know Nicki's do it betterrrrrrrr

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 ****, put that on my life

Just put it in his face, all this cake

He wanted a taste

He sippin' on that Ace

Itty bitty waist, pretty face

Yeah, eat it cookie monsta

He a slave to this pussy, call me 'Masta'

Real wet, I say, "Slurp it like it's pasta"

They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster

Somebody usher this **** into a clinic

My flow still sick, I ain't talking a pandemic

I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks

They study Nicki style now all of them want mimic

Talking 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp

Never stand alone, you always itching 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 hating, but still watching

Check the boards, I'm still topping

Bust down or Plain Jane, I got options

It's a bunch of mini-me's, I'm the one they mocking

Showed you how to get a bag, now you going shopping

When I come out all the sneak bitches start plotting

When I come out it's a sweep bitches start mopping

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwing that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Keep on throwing 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 you like I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast

He singing my old song yelling, "Ass, ass, ass"

They be speeding trying to be me, then they crash, crash, crash

Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

That real ass ain't keep yo **** home!