TROLLZ – Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj) Lyrics – 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
Singer: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj
Title: TROLLZ – Alternate Edition (with 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 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!ggas
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 c*caina
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck
Make her friends fxck
Told her she could get Chanel
If she let my friends fxck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a fxck
Vroom, vroom, G5
Vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of n!gga that I never wanna be like
You a type of b!tch 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
Boomin’ at your man
Now we boomin’ at his mata
Split his fxcking wig
Bust it open like piñata
He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato
When he eat it
I tell him to squeeze it like a taco
All my n!ggas out of town
Moving all that blanco
I ain’t letting up on you b!tches say uncle
Still the baddest b!tch
Quarantining in mi casa
Talking all that sh#t
But you b!tches ain’t saying caca
Uh, a flock of birds, waka
All my b!tches pretty
Juicy booty, pretty knockers
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pxssy, 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!gga into a clinic
My flow’s still sick
I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
I write my own lyrics
A lot of these b!tches 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 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
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