Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhmYou need that? I got it, this cash, my pocketsThe ‘Cat one hundred, you need that? I got itNeed it, got it, cash, pocketsBands on me, sticks on meYou need that? I got it, this cash, my pocketsThe ‘Cat one hundred, you need that?Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahI know you don’t like me, you wanna fight meYou don’t want no problems at your party, don’t invite meI don’t worry ’bout you niggas, please stop talking ’bout meAlways talking ’bout me ’cause you looking for the clouty6ix-nina, the 9ine-ninaRiding in a two-seater with two ninasBaby got that Aquafina, it’s cocainaSmoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-aForgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuckTold her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuckStars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red gutsWait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a fuckVroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we highYou the type of nigga that I never wanna be likeYou a type of bitch that will never get a replyHi, hater, bye, hater, vroomYeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahDollar, dollar bill, come get herEven your man know Nickis do it better
I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight meAlways on my page, never double-tap like meBaddies to my left and my rightNever chase a corny nigga, put that on my lifeJust put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a tasteWe sippin’ on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty faceYeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)He a slave to this pussy, call me masterReal 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 clinicMy flow’s still sick, I ain’t talkin’ a pandemicThey study Nicki style, now all of them wan’ mimicTalkin’ ’bout snitches when it’s snitches in your campNever stand alone, you always itchin’ for a stampMe, I’m still money, wrists light up like a lampThey gon’ have to send they best fighter for the champRacks, 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 optionsIt’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 plottin’ (Plottin’)When I come out, it’s a sweep, bitches start moppin’Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahKeep on throwin’ that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahBenz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahWatch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhmIf he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fastHe singin’ my old song, yellin’, “Ass, ass, ass”They be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crashStill a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dashThat real ass ain’t keep your nigga home