TROLLZ letra

Sad Pony

Watch, mmh, Glock, mmh, cock, mmh, 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 it? Got it, cash, 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' 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 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me
Always talking about me 'cause you looking for the clouty

6ix-nina and Na-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaína
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a

Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends f*ck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends f*ck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a f*ck

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' 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's doin' better
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)
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 (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 (Brr)

Somebody ushered this nigga into a clinic (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 want 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' (Plottin')
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'

Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' 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, got it, mmh
If he like it, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin' my old song, 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