TROLLZ (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Watch, mhm
Glock, mhm
Cocked, mhm
Got it, mhm

You need that? I got it
This cash, my pokets
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, my pokets
The 'cat one hundred
You need that?

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks up, 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 niggas, please stop talking about me
Always talking about me cause you looking for the clouty
6ixtynine the nine neena, riding in the two seater
With two neenas
Baby got that aquafina, it’s cocaiana
Smoking on that og reeefer, no TMZ

Forgeatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friend fuck
Slide, shinin in the rolls-royce, it got wrecked up
Wait, hold up, nah, I still dont give a fuck
Vroom vroom g5
Vroom vroom we high
You the type of nigga that will 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 up, 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 better
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 nigga 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 pussy call me masta
Real wet, I say slurp it like its pasta
They get nervous when its nicki on the roster
Somebody usher this nigga 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 its a sweep bitches start mopping

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks up, 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 nigga home!