Trollz lyrics

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]

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 hunnits

You need that? I got it

Need it, I got it, cash, pockets

Bands on me, sticks on me

You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets

That's cash one hunnits

You need that? I got it

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks up yeah×3

Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah×5

Keep on throwin' that ass yeah×3

Benz truck in the back yeah×5

[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 the two-seater with two neenas

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

Slide, shining in the Rolls Royce, it got wrecked up

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

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks up yeah×5

Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah×5

Keep on throwin' that ass yeah×5

Benz truck in the back, yeah×5

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Dolla 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 Monsta (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 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 want 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 hating, but still watching

Check the boards, I'm still topping

Bust down 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 plotting

When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start mopping

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks up 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: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]

Watch, mhm

Glock, mhm

Cocked, mhm

Got it, mhm

If you like, I throw it fast, really fast, fast, fast

He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"

They be spending, trying to be 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!

• Artist:6ix9ine