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TROLLZ (With Nicki Minaj)

6ix9ine


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 hunnits
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 hunnits
You need that I got it

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up yeah
Keep on throwing that cash yeah
Keep on throwing that a$$ yeah
Benz truck in the back 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 nig**
please stop talking about me
Always talking about me cause you looking for the clouty
6ixtynine the nine neena, riding in the 2 seater
With 2 neenas
Baby got that aquafina, it's cocaiana
Smoking on that Og reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgeatos on a Benz truck, make her friends f*ck
Told her she could get Chanel
if she let my friend f*ck
Slide, shinin in the rolls royce, it got wrecked up
Wait hold up, nah I still dont give a f*ck
Vroom Vroom G5
Vroom Vroom we high
You the type of N** that will I never wanna be like
You the type of b*tch that will never get a reply
Hi hater, Bye hater, Vroom

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up yeah
Keep on throwing that cash yeah
Keep on throwing that a$$ yeah
Benz truck in the back yeah

Dolla Dolla Bill come get her
Even ya man KNOW Nicki's do it betterr
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** 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 waste, pretty face
Yeah, eat it cookie monsta
He a slave to this p*ssy call me Masta
Real wet, I say slurp it like its pasta
They get nervous when its Nicki on the Roster
Somebody usher this N* into a clinic
My flow still sick
I ain't talking a pandemic
I write my own lyrics
A lot of these B*ches 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 b*tches start plotting
When I come out its a sweep b*tches
start mopping

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up yeah
Keep on throwing that cash yeah
Keep on throwing that a$$ yeah
Benz truck in the back 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 a$$ a$$ a$$
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 A$$ ain't keep yo N* home!

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