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Sad Pony Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets This cash, one hundred, you need that? I got it You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets This cash, 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 about you niggas, please stop talking about me Always talking about me 'cause you looking for the clouty 6ix-nina and Na-nina Riding in a two-seater with two ninas Bling with that Aquafina, it's cocaína Smoking on that OG reefer, no pangea Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends **** Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends **** Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a **** Vroom, vroom, G5 Vroom, vroom, we hot You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like You the type of bitch that would 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 Nicki doin' 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 (Right) Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life This finna end in his face, all this cake, he wanted to taste He sippin' on that eight, itsy, bitsy waist, pretty face Yeah, eat it cookie monster He a slave to this pussy, call me monster Real wet, I said "Slurp it like it's pasta" They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster Somebody ushered this nigga into a clinic My flow is 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 wanna 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, raise these lighters 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' Bust down a Plain Jane, I got options It's a bunch of mini me's, I'm the one they mockin' Showed you how to get the bag, now you goin' shoppin' When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' When I come out, it's sweet, all these bitches 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 Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, you got it, mmh If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast Pussy in my old sound, 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 That real ass ain't keep your nigga home
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