Sad Pony

Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm
cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
you need that? I got it
that's cash in my pockets
That's 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
that's cash in my pockets
That's 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 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
6ixtynine the nine neena
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 the 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 mata
Split his fucking wig
bust it open like piñata
He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato
When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it
like a taco
All my niggas out of town
moving all that blanco
I ain't letting up on you bitches say uncle
Still the baddest bitch
quarantining in mi casa
Talking all that shit
but you bitches ain't saying caca
Uh, a flock of birds, waka
All my bitches pretty
juicy booty, pretty knockers

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 (RR)
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

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