(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, spent, mhm, fikk den, mhm
Du trenger det? Jeg fikk den, denne kontanter, mine lommer
Den 'Cat hundre, trenger du det? jeg har det
Trenger det, fikk den, kontanter, lommer
Bånd på meg, pinner på meg
Du trenger det? Jeg fikk den, denne kontanter, mine lommer
Den 'Cat hundre, trenger du det?
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaste dem racks, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som ass, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 1: 6ix9ine]
Jeg vet du ikke liker meg, ønsker du kjempe meg
Du ønsker ikke noen problemer i partiet, ikke invitere meg
Jeg trenger ikke bekymre deg 'bout du niggas, kan du slutte å snakke' bout meg
Alltid snakker 'bout meg fordi du ute etter den clouty
6ix-Nina, 9ine-nina
Ridning i en toseter med to Ninas
Baby fikk som Aquafina, det er cocaina
Røyking på at OG reefer, ingen TMZ-en
Forgiatos på en Benz, gjøre henne venner faen
Fortalte henne at hun kunne få Chanel hvis hun la min venner faen
Stjerner skinner i Rolls Royce, det fikk røde guts
Vent, hold opp, neida, jeg fortsatt ikke gir faen
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, vi høy
Du type nigga at jeg aldri ønsker å være like
Du en type tispe som aldri vil få et svar
Hei, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaste dem racks, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som ass, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj]
Dollar, dollar bill, komme få henne
Selv din mann know Nickis gjøre det bedre
Jeg vet du ikke liker meg, ønsker du kjempe meg
Alltid på min side, aldri dobbelttrykke som meg
Skurkene til min venstre og høyre
Aldri jage en banal nigga, sette det på mitt liv
Bare sette den i ansiktet, alt denne kaken, ønsket han en smak
Vi sippin' på at Ace, itty-bitty midje, pent ansikt
Ja, spise den, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
Han en slave til denne fitte, kall meg herre
Ekte våt, sa jeg, "Slurp det som det pasta"
De får nervøs når det er Nicki på vaktliste (RRR)
Noen innlede dette nigga i en klinikk
Min flyt er fortsatt syk, jeg er ikke Talkin' en pandemi
Jeg skriver mine egne tekster, mange av disse Hann gimmicker
De studerer Nicki stil, nå er alle av dem wan' ligne
Talkin' 'bout snitches når det er snitches i leiren
Aldri stå alene, du alltid itchin' for et stempel
Meg, jeg er fortsatt penger, håndledd lyser opp som en lampe
De gon' må sende de beste fighter for champ
Stativer, jeg fikk dem, Mary, jeg er Poppin '
De holder hatin', men likevel watchin'
Sjekk styrene, jeg er fortsatt toppin'
Bustdown eller vanlig jane, jeg fikk alternativer
Det er en haug med mini-mes, jeg er den de mockin'
Viste deg hvordan du får en bag, nå goin' shoppin'
Når jeg kommer ut, alle slange tisper starte plottin' (Plottin')
Når jeg kommer ut, er det en fei, tisper begynner moppin'
[Kor: 6ix9ine]
Ja, hun liker hvordan jeg kaste dem racks, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som kontanter, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Hold på throwin' som ass, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
Benz lastebil i ryggen, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja
[Avstå: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, spent, mhm, fikk den, mhm
Hvis han vil, jeg kaster det raskt, virkelig fort, fort, fort
Han Singin' min gamle sang, Yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
De skal Speedin', tryna slå meg, så de krasjer, crash, crash
Fortsatt en hundre som tallet på min dash, dash, dash
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
At ekte ass ikke holde nigga hjem