TROLLZ (Alternative Edition|Explicit)

TROLLZ (Alternative Edition|Explicit) - 6ix9ine/Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：Daniel Hernandez/Onika Maraj

Composed by：Aaron Clark/Jeremiah Raisen

Sad Pony

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 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 that's cash in 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***as please stop talking 'bout me

Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty

Six-nina the nine-nina

Riding in a two-seater with two ninas

Baby got that Aquafina it's cocaina

Smoking on that O G ** no T M Z-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 G-five

Vroom vroom we high

You the type of n***a 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 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 matas

Split his ****ing 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 n***as out of town moving all that blanco

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

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

Talking all that ****

But you *****es ain't saying caca

Uh a flock of birds waka

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

Yeah eat it Cookie Monster ooh

He a slave to this p***y 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***a into a clinic

My flow's still sick I ain't talkin' a pandemic

I write my own lyrics a lot of these *****es 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 it 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 one hundred like the number on my dash dash dash