(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) Se, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
Trenger du det? Jeg har det, kontantene, lommene
Katt hundre, trenger du det? jeg har det
Trenger det, har det, kontanter, lommer
Bånd på meg, stikker på meg
Trenger du det? Jeg har det, kontantene, lommene
Katt hundre, trenger du det?
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaster stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste penger, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste den rumpa, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 1: 6ix9ine]
Jeg vet at du ikke liker meg, vil du kjempe mot meg
Du vil ikke ha noen problemer på festen din, ikke invitere meg
Jeg bekymrer meg ikke for "deg niggas, vær så snill å slutte å snakke"
Alltid snakker 'bout me' fordi du leter etter den clouty
6ix-nina, 9ine-nina
Å ri i en toseter med to ninas
Baby har den Aquafina, det er cocaina
Røyking på den OG-fryseren, ingen TMZ-a
Forgiatos på en Benz-lastebil, få vennene sine til å knulle
Fortalte henne at hun kunne få Chanel hvis hun lot vennene mine knulle
Stjerner som skinte i Rolls Royce, det fikk røde tarmer
Vent, hold opp, nah, jeg gir fremdeles ikke noe faen
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, vi høy
Du den typen nigga som jeg aldri vil være
Du en type tispe som aldri vil få svar
Hei, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaster stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste penger, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste den rumpa, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj]
Dollar, dollarregning, kom og hent henne
Selv mannen din vet at Nickis gjør det bedre
Jeg vet at du ikke liker meg, vil du kjempe mot meg
Alltid på siden min, dobbeltklikk aldri som meg
Vondt til venstre og til høyre for meg
Aldri jage en kornete nigga, legg det på livet mitt
Bare legg den i ansiktet, all denne kaken, han ønsket en smak
Vi tipper på det esset, det er bittete midjen, det vakre ansiktet
Ja, spis det, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
Han er en slave av denne fitta, kall meg herre
Skikkelig våt, sa jeg, "Slurp det som det er pasta"
De blir nervøse når det er Nicki på vaktlisten (Rrr)
Noen fører denne niggaen inn på en klinikk
Flyten min er fremdeles syk, jeg snakker ikke om en pandemi
Jeg skriver mine egne tekster, mange av disse bitches gimmicks
De studerer Nicki-stil, nå vil alle dem etterligne
Vi snakker når det er snik i leiren din
Stå aldri alene, det klør alltid etter et stempel
Jeg er fremdeles penger, håndleddene lyser opp som en lampe
De må sende de beste fighter for mester
Racks, jeg har dem, Mary, jeg poppin
De holder på hat, men ser fortsatt på
Sjekk brettene, jeg er fortsatt på topp
Bustdown eller vanlig jane, jeg fikk alternativer
Det er en haug med mini mes, jeg er den de håner
Viste deg hvordan du får tak i en pose, nå skal du shoppin
Når jeg kommer ut, begynner alle sniktikene å plottin '(Plottin')
Når jeg kommer ut, er det en fei, tisper begynner å sminke
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaster stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste penger, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Fortsett å kaste den rumpa, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Avstå: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
Hvis han vil, kaster jeg det raskt, virkelig raskt, raskt, raskt
Han synger den gamle sangen min, roper, "Ass, ass, ass"
De får fart, tryna slo meg, så krasjer de, krasjer, krasjer
Fortsatt hundre som tallet på streken, streken, streken
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Den virkelige rumpa holder ikke niggaen din hjemme