text: Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
  You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
  Thats cash, 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
  Thats cash, 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 dont like me, you wanna fight me
  You dont want no problems at your party, dont invite me
  I dont 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 niñas
  Baby got that Aquafina, its 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 dont 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, movin all that blanco
  I aint letting up on you bitches say, Uncle
  Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en mi casa
  Talking all that shit, but you bitches aint saying caca
  Uh, a flock of birds, waka
  All my bitches 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 like its pasta
  They get nervous when its Nicki on the roster 
  Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
  My flows still sick, I aint 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 its snitches in your camp
  Never stand alone, you always itchin for a stamp
  Me, Im 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