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(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, c*cked, 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? 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 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 n***as, 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 f**k Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f**k Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a f**k Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high You the type of n***a that I never wanna be like You a type of b*t*h that will never get a reply Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom 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 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 n***a, put that on my life Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh) He a slave to this pu**y, 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 n***a into a clinic My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these b*t*hes 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 sneak b*t*hes start plottin' (Plottin') When I come out, it's a sweep, b*t*hes start moppin' 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 Drop coke and Hennessy , not we flexing all year Your whole crew lacking I know it not fair Billboard 3 year straight now , im roaring like a bear All blue but not cripping, we don't compare West side and my shawty smoking loud, not she trippin Driving in the whip its stolen , ow ow ow Black live matter so that's all we reppin over here Real new york n**** with that to notch gear Money on a ops head now his running scared Don't call me cause im never here That real ass ain't keep your n***a home
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