Lyrics TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj) - Nicki Minaj , 6ix9ine
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
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
'bout
you
niggas,
please
stop
talking
'bout
me
Always
talking
'bout
me
'cause
you
looking
for
the
clouty
6ixtynine
the
nine
neena
Riding
in
a
two-seater
with
two
ninas
Baby,
got
that
Aquafina,
it's
cocaina
Smoking
on
that
OG
reefer,
no
TMZ-a
Forgiatos
on
a
Benz
truck,
make
her
friends
fuck
Told
her
she
could
get
Chanel
if
she
let
my
friends
fuck
Stars
shining
in
the
Rolls
Royce,
it
got
red
guts
Wait,
hold
up,
nah,
I
still
don't
give
a
fuck
Vroom,
vroom,
G5,
vroom,
vroom,
we
high
You
the
type
of
nigga
that
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,
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
Boomin'
at
your
man,
now
we
boomin'
at
his
mata
Split
his
fucking
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
niggas
out
of
town,
moving
all
that
blanco
I
ain't
letting
up
on
you
bitches
say
uncle
Still
the
baddest
bitch,
quarantining
in
mi
casa
Talking
all
that
shit
but
you
bitches
ain't
saying
caca
Uh,
a
flock
of
birds,
waka
All
my
bitches
pretty,
juicy
booty,
pretty
knockers
Yeah,
eat
it,
Cookie
Monster
(Ooh)
He
a
slave
to
this
pussy,
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
nigga
into
a
clinic
My
flow's
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
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
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
he
like,
I
throw
it
fast,
real
fast,
fast,
fast
He
singin'
my
old
song,
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
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