TROLLZ (with Nicki Minaj)

Sad Pony
Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
This cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
This 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 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
6ix-nina and Na-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Bling with that Aquafina, it's cocaína
Smoking on that OG reefer, no pangea
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, G5
Vroom, vroom, we hot
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You the type of bitch that would 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 ass
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nicki doin' 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 (Right)
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life
This finna end in his face, all this cake, he wanted to taste
He sippin' on that eight, itsy, bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it cookie monster
He a slave to this pussy, call me monster
Real wet, I said "Slurp it like it's pasta"
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster
Somebody ushered this nigga into a clinic
My flow is still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them wanna 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, raise these lighters 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 hatin', but still watchin'
Check the 'Boards, I'm still toppin'
Bust down a Plain Jane, I got options
It's a bunch of mini me's, I'm the one they mockin'
Showed you how to get the bag, now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin'
When I come out, it's sweet, all these bitches start moppin'
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
Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh
If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
Pussy in my old sound, yellin' "Ass, ass, ass"
They be speedin', tryna beat 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