TROLLZ Lyrics – 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj | Parris Stewart

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
That’s cash in my pockets
That’s cash one hunnits
You need that I got it

Yeah she like how
I throw them racks up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that a**
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

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 about you nig**
Please stop talking about me
Always talking about me
Cause you looking for the clouty

6ixtynine the nine neena 
Riding in the two seater
With two neenas

Baby got that aquafina
It’s cocaiana
Smoking on that og reeefer 
No tmz-a

Forgeatos on a benz truck
Make her friends f**k
Told her she could get
Chanel if she let my friend f**k

Slide shinin in the rolls royce 
It got wrecked up
Wait hold up
Nah I still dont give a f**k

Vroom vroom g5
Vroom vroom we high
You the type of n**
That will I never wanna be like

You the type of bitch
That will never get a reply
Hi hater bye hater vroom

Yeah she like how
I throw them racks up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that ass 
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Benz truck in the back
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Dolla dolla bill come get her
Even ya man know nicki’s
Do it betterr

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
N** put that on my life

Just put it in his face 
All this cake
He wanted a taste
He sippin on that ace

Itty bitty waste
Pretty face

Yeah, eat it cookie monsta
He a slave to this
P**sy call me masta

Real wet I say slurp
It like its pasta
They get nervous when
Its nicki on the roster

Somebody usher this
N* into a clinic
My flow still sick
I ain’t talking a pandemic

I write my own lyrics,
A lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study nicki style
Now all of them want mimic

Talking bout snitches when
It’s snitches in your camp
Never stand alone you
Always itching 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-me’s 
I’m the one they mocking
Showed you how to get
A bag now you going shopping

When I come out all the
Sneak bitches start plotting
When I come out its a
Sweep bitches start mopping

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that cash
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Keep on throwing that a$
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Benz truck in the back yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Watch ahm
Glock ahm
Cocked ahm
Got it ahm

If you like I throw it fast
Real fast fast fast
He singing my old
Song yelling a** a** a**

They be speeding
Trying to be me then they
Crash crash crash

Still a hundred like
The number on my dash dash dash

That real a** ain’t keep yo n* home…!!