AJ

歌詞

(Sad Pony) Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm You need that? I got it, this cash, 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, my pockets The 'Cat one hundred, 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 wan 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 a 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 a type of bitch that will 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' 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 Boomin' at your man, now we boomin' at his matas Split his fucking wig, bust it open like piñata He tryna put it en mi culo, real fat gato When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco All my niggas out of town, moving all that blanco I ain't letting up on you bitches say "uncle" Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa Talking all that shit, but you bitches ain't saying caca Uh, a flock of birds, waka All my bitches pretty, juicy booty, pretty knockers 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 (Rrr) Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic My flow's 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 wan' 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, wrists light up like a lamp They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ 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 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 speedin, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash