TROLLZ ft. Nicki Minaj Lyrics

TROLLZ (with Nicki Minaj) ft. Nicki Minaj - 6ix9ine

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Watch, mhm

Glock, mhm

Cocked, mhm

Got it, mhm

You need that? I got it

This cash in 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 in my pockets The 'Cat, one hundred You need that?

I got it

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 the 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 the type of bitch that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom And, 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 Dolla 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 (like me) Baddies to my left and my right (right) Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life (life) Just put it in his face, all this cake He wanted a taste We sippin' on that Ace Itty-bitty waist, pretty face (face) Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monsta (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 (clinic) My flow still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic (-demic) I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style, now all of dem wan' mimic (mimic) Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp (camp) Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp (stamp) Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp (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 watchin' Check the boards, I'm still toppin' Bust down 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 plotting (plotting) When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start mopping And 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 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 your nigga home