(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, itty-bitty 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 snake 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, spændt, MHM, fik det, MHM
Du har brug for det? Jeg fik det, denne kontanter, mine lommer
Den 'Cat hundred, du har brug for det? jeg har det
Brug for det, fik det, kontanter, lommer
Bands på mig, pinde på mig
Du har brug for det? Jeg fik det, denne kontanter, mine lommer
Den 'Cat hundred, du har brug for det?
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan lide, hvordan jeg smide dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin', at kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' at røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 1: 6ix9ine]
Jeg ved, du ikke kan lide mig, I wanna du kæmper mig
Du ønsker ikke nogen problemer din fest, skal du ikke invitere mig
Jeg gør ikke bekymre 'Bout du niggas, skal du stoppe med at tale' Bout mig
Altid taler om de mig, fordi du på udkig efter den clouty
6ix-nina, den 9ine-nina
Ridning i en to-sæders med to Ninas
Baby fik at Aquafina, det er cocaina
Rygning på at OL reefer, ingen TMZ-a
Forgiatos på en Benz lastbil, gøre hende venner fanden
Fortalte hende, at hun kunne få Chanel, hvis hun lod min venner fanden
Stjerner skinner i Rolls Royce, det fik røde indvolde
Vent, hold op, nah, jeg stadig ikke give en fuck
Vroom, Vroom, G5, Vroom, Vroom, vi høj
Du typen af nigga, at jeg aldrig wanna ligesom
Du en type tæve, der aldrig vil få et svar
Hej, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan lide, hvordan jeg smide dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin', at kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' at røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj]
Dollar, dollarseddel, kommer få hende
Selv jeres må vide Nickis gøre det bedre
Jeg ved, du ikke kan lide mig, I wanna du kæmper mig
Altid på min side, aldrig trykke to gange som mig
Baddies til min venstre og min højre
Aldrig jage en corny nigga, sætte det på mit liv
Bare sætte det i hans ansigt, alt dette kage, ønskede han en smag
Vi sippin' på at Ace, itty-bitte talje, smukke ansigt
Ja, spise det, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
Han en slave til denne fisse, kald mig mester
Rigtig våd, sagde jeg, "slubre det som om det er pasta"
De får nervøs, når det Nicki på arbejdstidens placering (Rrr)
Nogen indvarsle denne nigga ind i en klinik
Min flow er stadig syg, jeg er ikke talkin' en pandemi
Jeg skriver mine egne tekster, en masse af disse tæver gimmicks
De studerer Nicki stil, nu dem alle wan' efterligner
Talkin' 'Bout snitches når det er snitches i din lejr
Aldrig stå alene, du altid itchin' for et stempel
Mig, jeg er stadig penge, håndled lys op som en lampe
De gon' nødt til at sende de bedste fighter til champ
Reoler, jeg har dem, Maria, jeg er poppin '
De holder hatin', men stadig watchin'
Kontroller brædderne, jeg stadig Toppin'
Bustdown eller almindelig jane, jeg fik optioner
Det er en flok af mini-mes, jeg er den, de mockin'
Viste du, hvordan du får en taske, nu du hen shoppin'
Når jeg kommer ud, alle de slange tæver starte plottin' (Plottin')
Når jeg kommer ud, er det en sweep, tæver starte moppin'
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun kan lide, hvordan jeg smide dem stativer, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin', at kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' at røv, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastbil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Refrain: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
Watch, MHM, Glock, MHM, spændt, MHM, fik det, MHM
Hvis han kan lide, jeg smider det hurtigt, rigtig hurtigt, hurtigt, hurtigt
Han singin' min gamle sang, yellin', "Ass, røv, røv"
De skal Speedin', tryna slå mig, så de går ned, styrt, styrt
Stadig hundrede ligesom nummeret på min streg, bindestreg, dash
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Det virkelige røv er ikke at holde dit nigga hjem