متن و پخش آهنگ TROLLZ - Alternative Edition از Nicki Minaj

متن کامل ترانه TROLLZ - Alternative Edition با صدای Nicki Minaj

Watch, mhm Glock, mhm Cocked, mhm Got it, mhm You need that? I got it That's cash in my pockets That's cash one hunnids You need that? I got it Need it, I got it, cash, pockets Bands on me, sticks on me You need that? I got it This cash, my pockets That's cash one hunnids 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 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 nigga, 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 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 Slide, shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts Wait, hold up, nah, 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 Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom And, 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 ass Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Booming at your man, now we booming at his matas Split his fucking wigs, burst it open like pinata He 'tryna out it in mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze like a taco All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco I ain't letting you on you bitches, say uncle Still the baddest bitch, quarantining in mi casa Taking all that shit But you bitch ain't saying caca Uh a flock of birds, waka All my itchs pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers Yeah, eat it, cookie monster He a slave to this pussy, call me master Real wet, I said slurp it up like it's pasta They get nervous, when it's Nicki on the roster Somebdy usher this nigga into a clinic My flows still sick, am not talking a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks They study Nicki style now all of them want to mimic Talking about snitches, when its snitches in your camp Never stand alone you always itching for a stamp Me, I'm still money, wrist lights up like a lamp They gon' have to send the best fighter for the champ And 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 ass 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 you like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast He singin' my old song, yellin', ass, ass, ass They be speeding, trying to be me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash ♪