Letras Música TROLLZ (feat. 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, 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 2 seater

With 2 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

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

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!

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