6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj – Trollz Lyrics | Lyric Video

6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj – Trollz Lyrics

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..
Keep on throwing that cash yeah..
Keep on throwing that a** yeah..
Benz truck in the back 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 n**ga, 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 c0caiana
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**ga that will I never wanna be like
You the type of b*tch that will never get a reply
Hi hater, Bye hater, vroom

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up yeah..
Keep on throwing that cash yeah..
Keep on throwing that a** yeah..
Benz truck in the back yeah..

Dolla Dolla Bill come get her
Even ya man know Nicki’s 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 n**ga 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**ga into a clinic
My flow still sick I ain’t talking a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these b**ches gimmicks
They study Nicki style now all of them want mimic
Talking bout Snitches when it’s snitches in your camp
Neνer 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 b**ches start plotting
When I come out its a sweep b**ches start mopping

Yeah she like how I throw them racks up yeah..
Keep on throwing that cash yeah..
Keep on throwing that a** yeah..
Benz truck in the back yeah..

Watch, mhm
Glock, mhm
Cocked, mhm
Got it, mhm

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**ga home…

➤ Written by TrifeDrew, Sad Pony, Jahnei Clarke, 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj
Album: TattleTales
Produced by Jahnei Clarke & Sad Pony
6ix9ine | Nicki Minaj | 2020

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