키: C# minor•
Verse 1
Watch, mhm
Glock, mhm
Cocked, mhm
Got it, mhm
You need that? I got it
This cash in 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 in my pockets
The 'Cat, one hundred
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
you wanna fight me
You don't want no problems at your party,
don't invite me
I don't worry 'bout you niggas,
please stop talking 'bout me
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you
looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in the two-seater
with 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 fuck
Told her she could get Chanel
if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce,
it got red guts
Wait, hold up,
nah, I still don't give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5
Vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of nigga that
I never wanna be like
You the type of bitch that
will never get a reply
Verse 4
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
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
Verse 5
Even your man know
I know you don't like me,
you wanna fight me
Always on my page,
never double-tap like me (like me)
Baddies to my left and my
right (right)
Never chase a corny nigga,
put that on my life (life)
Just put it in his face, all this cake
He wanted a taste
We sippin' on that Ace
Itty-bitty waist, waist,
pretty face (face)
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monsta (ooh)
He a slave to this pussy, 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 nigga
into a clinic (clinic)
My flow still sick,
I ain't talkin' a pandemic (-demic)
I write my own lyrics,
a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style,
now all of dem wan' mimic (mimic)
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's
snitches in your camp (camp)
Never stand alone,
you always itchin' for a stamp (stamp)
Me, I'm still money,
wrists light up like a lamp (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 watchin'
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
Bust down or Plain Jane, I got options
G#m
C#m
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 bitches
start plotting (plotting)
When I come out, it's a sweep,
bitches start mopping
Verse 6
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
Verse 8
He singin' my old song,
yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
They be speeding, trying to be me,
then they crash, crash, crash
G#m
C#m
G#m
Still a hundred like the number on my dash,
C#m
Verse 9
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