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

You need that? I got it

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 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 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

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

Dolla Dollar bill, come get her

Even your man know Nickis do it 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)

Just put it in his face, all this cake

He wanted a taste

We sippin' on that Ace

Itty-bitty 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

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

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 he 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

That real ass ain't keep your nigga home