Stream, Watch the lyric video, mp3 download, stream, read the text-lyrics, Listen to the Alternate version to the “TROLLZ” song by Tekashi 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj. The song was produced by Aaron Clarke & Sad Pony.
Tekashi 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj Trollz (alternate Edition)
The last time Nicki Minaj went #1 on the charts, it was for her feature on Doja Cat’s hit single “Say So.” The track’s remix was released twice — once with the original verse and another time with alternate bars from Nicki to boost streams. This time around, she’s sticking to that same formula by releasing another verse for the record.
During their current push to go #1 with “Trollz,”Tekashi 6ix9ine and Nicki Minaj have officially released the alternate edition of the song, which features a new section from the Queen.
The new verse replaces the beginning of Nicki’s original portion, effectively nixing the controversial bar about LisaRaye. Thankfully, her Usher lyric is still intact.
Tekashi 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj – Trollz (Alternate Edition) (prod. Aaron Clarke & Sad Pony)
Lyric Video
Lyrics
[Intro]
(Sad Pony)
[Refrain: CanonF8]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, 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, this cash, my pockets
That’s cash, one hundred, you need that?
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
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
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two niñas
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
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
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, moving all that blanco
I ain’t letting up on you bitches say “uncle”
Still the baddest bitch, quarantining en 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 (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 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
[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
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
[Refrain: CanonF8 & Nicki Minaj]
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
