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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 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

Six nina the nine 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

Dollar 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

Baddies to my left and my right

Never chase a corny nigga

Put that on my life

Just put it in his face

All this cake he wanted a taste

We sippin' on that Ace

Itty bitty waist pretty face

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 rrh

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

Racks I got 'em

Mary I'm poppin'

They keep hatin'

But still watchin'

Check the boards

I'm still toppin'

Bustdown 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 plottin'

When I come out

It's a sweep

Bitches start moppin'

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

That real ass

Ain't keep your nigga home