TROLLZ 6IX9INE
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[Wstęp]
N.C.(Sad Pony)
[Refrain: CanonF8]
fis Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhmYou
fis need that? I got it, this cash, my pocketsThe
fis'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got itfisNeed it, got it, cash, pocketsfisBands on me, sticks on meYou
fisneed that? I got it, this cash, my pocketsThe '
fisCat one hundred, you need that?[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Yeah, she like how I
fisthrow them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
N.C.
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
fisYou don't want no problems at your party, don't invite mefisI don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout mefisAlways talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the cloutyfis6ix-nina, the 9ine-ninaRiding in a
fistwo-seater with two ninasBaby got that
fisAquafina, it's cocainaSmoking on that
fisOG reefer, no TMZ-aN.C.
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
Told her
fisshe could get Chanel if she let my friends fuckStars
fisshining in the Rolls Royce, it got red gutsN.C.
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck
fisVroom, vroom, B5, vroom, vroom, we highfisYou the type of nigga that I never wanna be likefisYou a type of bitch that will never get a replyN.C.
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Yeah, she
fislike how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] [tabbed by bizzlex94]
N.C.
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
F#m N.C.
Even your man know Nickis Do it better
I
fisknow you don't like me, you wanna fight meF#m N.C.
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
fisGaddies to my left and my rightNever chase a
fiscorny nigga, put that on my lifefisJust put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a tastefisWe sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty faceN.C.
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a
fisslave to this pussy, call me masterReal
fiswet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"They get
fisnervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)N.C.
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
My
fisflow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemicI
fiswrite my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicksThey
fisstudy Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimicfisTalkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your campfisNever stand alone, you always itchin' for a stampfisMe, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lampN.C.
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
F#m N.C.
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'
They keep hatin', but still watchin'
fis Check the boards, I'm still toppin'F#m N.C.
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
fis It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'fis Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'N.C.
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin')
fis When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
Yeah, she
fislike how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisKeep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahfisBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[Refrain: CanonC8 & Nicki Minaj]
N.C.
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
If he
fislike, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fastHe
fissingin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"They be
fisspeedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crashStill a
fishundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
fisThat real ass ain't keep your nigga home


