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(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm Cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it This cash, my pockets That's cash, 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 That's 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 a*s 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!ggas 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 c*caina Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a Forgiatos on a Benz truck Make her friends fxck Told her she could get Chanel If she let my friends fxck Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fxck Vroom, vroom, G5 Vroom, vroom, we high You the type of n!gga that I never wanna be like You a type of b!tch 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 a*s Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Boomin' at your man Now we boomin' at his mata Split his fxcking wig Bust it open like piñata He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it I tell him to squeeze it like a taco All my n!ggas out of town Moving all that blanco I ain't letting up on you b!tches say uncle Still the baddest b!tch Quarantining in mi casa Talking all that sh!t But you b!tches ain't saying caca Uh, a flock of birds, waka All my b!tches pretty Juicy booty, pretty knockers Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh) He a slave to this pxssy, 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!gga into a clinic My flow's still sick I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics A lot of these b!tches 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 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 a*s Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm cocked, mhm, got it, mhm If he like, I throw it fast Real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song Yellin', "A*s, a*s, a*s" They be speedin', tryna beat me Then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number On my dash, dash, dash
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