C#m
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
C#m
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
C#m
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it
C#m
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
C#m
Bands on me, sticks on me
C#m
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
C#m
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that?
C#m
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me
C#m
I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me
C#m
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty
C#m
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
C#m
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
C#m
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
C#m
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
N.C.
C#m
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
C#m
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
N.C.
C#m
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high
C#m
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
C#m
You a type of bitch that will never get a reply
N.C.
C#m
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Even your man know Nickis do it better
C#m
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
C#m
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
C#m
Baddies to my left and my right
C#m
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life
C#m
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
C#m
We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
N.C.
C#m
He a slave to this pussy, call me master
C#m
Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"
C#m
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
N.C.
C#m
My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic
C#m
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
C#m
They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic
C#m
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp
C#m
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp
C#m
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp
N.C.
C#m
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'
They keep hatin', but still watchin'
C#m
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
C#m
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
C#m
It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'
C#m
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
N.C.
C#m
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'
C#m
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
C#m
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
C#m
He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
C#m
They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
C#m
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
C#m
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home