(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
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 pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that?
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
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
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
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 a type of bitch that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nickis 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
We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
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
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'
They keep hatin', but still watchin'
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin')
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Refrain: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
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
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home
(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
Har du brug for det? Jeg har det, disse kontanter, mine lommer
'Kat hundrede, har du brug for det? jeg har det
Brug for det, fik det, kontanter, lommer
Bånd på mig, klæber på mig
Har du brug for det? Jeg har det, disse kontanter, mine lommer
'Kat hundrede, har du brug for det?
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan godt lide, hvordan jeg kaster dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsæt med at kaste de kontanter, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bliv ved med at kaste den røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil bagpå, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Vers 1: 6ix9ine]
Jeg ved, at du ikke kan lide mig, du vil bekæmpe mig
Du ønsker ikke nogen problemer på din fest, ikke inviter mig
Jeg bekymrer mig ikke om, at du bliver niggas, skal du holde op med at tale
Når du altid taler 'bout me', fordi du leder efter det triste
6ix-nina, 9ine-nina
Rider i en to-personers med to ninas
Baby fik den Aquafina, det er cocaina
Rygning på det OG-fryser, ingen TMZ-a
Forgiatos på en Benz-lastbil, få hendes venner til at kneppe
Fortalte hende, at hun kunne få Chanel, hvis hun lade mine venner kneppe
Stjerner skinner i Rolls Royce, det fik røde tarm
Vent, hold op, nah, jeg giver stadig ikke noget fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, vi høj
Du den type nigga, som jeg aldrig vil være
Du en type tæve, der aldrig får svar
Hej, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan godt lide, hvordan jeg kaster dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsæt med at kaste de kontanter, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bliv ved med at kaste den røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil bagpå, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj]
Dollar, dollarseddel, kom og hent hende
Selv din mand ved, at Nickis gør det bedre
Jeg ved, at du ikke kan lide mig, du vil bekæmpe mig
Altid på min side, tryk aldrig dobbelt på som mig
Onde til venstre og til højre
Aldrig jage en kornet nigga, læg det på mit liv
Bare læg den i ansigtet, al denne kage, han ville have en smag
Vi sippin 'på det ess, dets bittede talje, smukke ansigt
Ja, spis det, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
Han er en slave af denne fisse, kalder mig mester
Rigtig våd, sagde jeg, "Slurp det som om det er pasta"
De bliver nervøse, når det er Nicki på vagtlisten (Rrr)
Nogen indleder denne nigga ind i en klinik
Min strøm er stadig syg, jeg taler ikke om en pandemi
Jeg skriver mine egne tekster, en masse af disse bitches gimmicks
De studerer Nicki-stil, nu vil alle dem efterligne
Talkin 'bout snitches, når det er snitches i din lejr
Stå aldrig alene, du klør altid efter et stempel
Mig, jeg er stadig penge, håndled lyser op som en lampe
De skal sende de bedste kæmper for mesteren
Racks, jeg har dem, Mary, jeg poppin '
De holder hadin, men holder stadig øje med
Kontroller tavlerne, jeg vælter stadig
Bustdown eller almindelig jane, jeg har muligheder
Det er en flok mini-mes, jeg er den, der håner
Viste dig, hvordan du får en taske, nu skal du shoppin
Når jeg kommer ud, begynder alle snige tæver at plottin '(Plottin')
Når jeg kommer ud, er det en fejning, tæver begynder at klappe
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan godt lide, hvordan jeg kaster dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsæt med at kaste de kontanter, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bliv ved med at kaste den røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil bagpå, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Afstå: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
Hvis han kan lide det, kaster jeg det hurtigt, virkelig hurtigt, hurtigt, hurtigt
Han synger min gamle sang, råber, "Røv, røv, røv"
De får fart, tryna slå mig, så går de ned, styrter ned, styrter ned
Stadig hundrede kan lide antallet på min bindestreg, bindestreg, strejf
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Den rigtige røv holder ikke din nigga hjemme