Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trollzz, artist - DJ Iljano. Date of issue: 21.12.2021
Song language: English
Trollzz |
| Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm |
| You need that? |
| I got it, that’s cash in my pockets |
| That’s cash, 100, you need that? |
| I got it |
| Need it, got it, cash, pockets |
| Bands on me, sticks on me |
| You need that? |
| I got it, that’s cash in my pockets |
| That’s cash, 100, 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 'caus you looking for the clouty |
| 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina |
| Riding in a two-sater 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 f**k |
| Told her she could get Chanel, if she let my friends f**k |
| Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts |
| Wait, hold up, nah, I still don’t give a f**k |
| Vroom, vroom, G5 |
| Vroom, vroom, we high |
| You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like |
| You a type of bi**h 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, itsy-bitsy 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 (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 bi**hes 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 bi**hes start plottin' (Plottin') |
| When I come out, it’s a sweep, bi**hes 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 it, 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 100 like the number on my dash, dash, dash |
| That real ass ain’t keep your nigga home |