Watch, mm, Glock, mm, Cop, mm, Got it, mm You need that, I got it It's cash, I'm focused, it's cash, want it You need that, I got it Need it, got it Cash, pockets, bands, on me Sticks, on me You need that, I got it It's cash, I'm focused, it's cash, want it You need that 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 about you, please stop talking bout me Always talking bout me cause you looking for the clouty Six Nina, or nine Nina Riding in a two seater with two Ninas She ain't got that Alcofina, it's cocaina Smoking on that OG Reefa, no TMZ-er 4G Yachtos on the Benz truck, make her friends Told her she could get Chanel and she let my friends Star shining in the Rolls Royce, ain't got rack bucks Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a f*** Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high You the type of d*** that I never wanna be like You the type of d*** that will never get a reply I hate her, but I hate her, vroom She like I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwing that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep on throwing that, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar bill, come get her Even your man know Nicki's do it better I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me Always on my page, never double tap like me Baddies to my left and my right Never chase a corny, I put that on my life Just spit it in his face, all his cake He wanted to taste, we sippin' on that Ace Itty bitty waist, pretty face Yeah, eat a cookie, monster He a slave to this p***, you call me monster Real wet, I just slurp it like it's pasta They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster Somebody usher this d*** into a clinic My flow still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic I write my own lyrics, a lot of these b****es gimmicks They study Nicki's style, now all of them wanna mimic Talkin' bout snitches when it's snitches and you can't 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 Racks, I got them, Mary, I'm poppin' They keep hatin', but still watchin' Check the boards, I'm still toppin' Bust down a plain chain, I got options It's a bunch of mini-me's, I'm the one they mockin' Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin' When I come out, all the sneak b****es start plottin' When I come out, it's a sweep, b****es start mockin' It's like I throw the rag, e-e-e-e-e-e Keep on throwin' that cat, e-e-e-e-e-e Keep on throwin' that a**, e-e-e-e-e-e B**** work in the back, e-e-e-e-e-e Watch, mm-mm, clock, mm-mm Cock, mm-mm, got it, mm-mm It feels like I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast It's like me in my old song, yellin' erratic Babies bein' tryna be me, then they crash, crash, crash Feel a hunnid like the number on my dash, dash, dash That real arrow, then keep your call