The song is driven by an electronic drum backing track and contains a laconic beat. On the song, 6ix9ine employs his "usual" braggadocious delivery, with Minaj's lyrics containing sex euphemisms. Minaj explained that she recorded eleven different versions before the song was released in its final form.
Alex Zidel of HotNewHipHop noted that Minaj's verse contains a possible dig at singer Usher, when she raps: "Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic/My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic". Shortly before the song's release, Usher had said Minaj "got her 'blueprint' from Lil Kim", and he previously faced herpes accusations.
An alternate version of the song was also released, which opens with Minaj's original verse, as she raps in English with Spanish words ("He tryna put it in my culo, real fat gato / When he eat it, I tell him to squeeze it like a taco"). Prior to the song's release, Minaj tweeted the taco emoji, hinting at the song's lyrics.
TROLLZ
6ix9ine Lyrics
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Watch, mhm
Glock, mhm
Cocked, mhm
Got it, mhm
You need that? I got it
This cash in my pockets
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 in my pockets
The 'Cat, one hundred
You need that? I got it
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
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in the 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
And, 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
Dolla 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 (like me)
Baddies to my left and my right (right)
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life (life)
Just put it in his face, all this cake
He wanted a taste
We sippin' on that Ace
Itty-bitty waist, pretty face (face)
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monsta (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 (clinic)
My flow still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic (-demic)
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of dem wan' mimic (mimic)
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp (camp)
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp (stamp)
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp (lamp)
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm Poppin'
They keep hating, but still watchin'
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
Bust down 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 plotting (plotting)
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start mopping
And 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 speeding, trying to be 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
The lyrics to 6ix9ine's song TROLLZ featuring Nicki Minaj, are about their love for money and luxury, as well as their disregard for their haters. The song begins with "Watch, Glock, Cocked, Got it," which is to say that they are paying attention, armed, and ready to go. They assert their wealth and availability, saying, "You need that? I got it," and emphasizing that they always have cash in their pockets. They are unapologetic in their desire for money and material possessions and make it clear that they are willing to spend it on themselves and their friends.ย
The second verse is dominated by Nicki Minaj, who delivers a solid rap that talks about her undeniable talent compared to other female artists. She says that others are simply copying her style and mentions that they are trying to mimic her personality. Nicki also addresses the concept of snitching and how people in the industry are always ready to turn against each other. She is confident about her status in the industry, stating that she is at the top of the charts and has plenty of options to choose from when it comes to jewelry. The song repeats the chorus which emphasizes their love for money and in some ways, throws disdain at those who aren't like them.
Line by Line Meaning
Watch, mhm
Keep an eye out
Glock, mhm
Armed and ready
Cocked, mhm
Locked and loaded
Got it, mhm
I'm prepared
You need that? I got it
If you need something, I can provide it
This cash in my pockets
I have a lot of money on me
The 'Cat, one hundred
Everything is perfect
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Whatever I need, I have the money for it
Bands on me, sticks on me
I have a lot of cash and weapons with me
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
Women are attracted to how much money I have
Keep on throwin' that cash
I'm always flashing my money around
Keep on throwin' that ass
Women should keep twerking for me
Benz truck in the back
My luxury car is parked nearby
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
Some people don't like me and want to start a fight
You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me
If you don't want trouble, don't invite me to your event
I don't worry 'bout you n****s, please stop talking 'bout me
I don't care about the people who insult me
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty
People are only talking about me to gain attention for themselves
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
My name is 6ix9ine
Riding in the two-seater with two ninas
I'm traveling in a small car with two women
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
I'm with a woman who has high-quality cocaine
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
I'm smoking high-quality marijuana
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
My expensive car wheels make women's friends have sex with my friends
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
I promised a woman a Chanel purse if she let my friends have sex with her
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
The inside of my car is red and has stars on the ceiling
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck
I still don't care
Vroom, vroom, G5
I'm riding in a private jet
Vroom, vroom, we high
We're really high (drugs or altitude)
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
I don't want to be like certain types of people
You the type of bitch that will never get a reply
I'm ignoring certain types of women
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
I acknowledge haters, then quickly move on
And, she like how I throw them racks
Women are still attracted to my money
Dolla Dollar bill, come get her
I'm paying for a woman's attention
Even your man know Nickis do it better
Everyone knows that Nicki Minaj is superior
Always on my page, never double-tap like me (like me)
People are always looking at my social media, but they don't like or support me like they should
Baddies to my left and my right (right)
There are attractive women around me
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life (life)
I won't waste time pursuing uncool men
Just put it in his face, all this cake
I'll put my wealth in someone's face
He wanted a taste
He wants to experience my wealth
We sippin' on that Ace
We're drinking Ace of Spades champagne
Itty-bitty waist, pretty face (face)
I'm physically attractive
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monsta (ooh)
Enjoy my body like it's a delicious dessert
He a slave to this pussy, call me master
Men are addicted to my body
Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"
I'm sexually aroused and want to be satisfied
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (rrr)
People are intimidated by my presence
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic (clinic)
This person needs medical help
My flow still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic (-demic)
My music is still great, even though there's a pandemic happening
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
I'm an authentic artist and others rely on gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of dem wan' mimic (mimic)
Others are copying my style
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp (camp)
They're talking about snitches when there are also snitches around them
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp (stamp)
I always have someone with me, but you're struggling to gain fame
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp (lamp)
I'm still making a lot of money
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
I'm a fierce competitor who will be hard to beat
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm Poppin'
I have a lot of money and I'm famous
They keep hating, but still watchin'
People who don't like me still pay attention to me
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
I'm still at the top of my field
Bust down or Plain Jane, I got options
I have many choices, even when it comes to my jewelry
It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'
Many people try to be like me, even though they're not as successful
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
I inspired others to make money, and now they're spending it
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plotting (plotting)
People start scheming when I appear
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start mopping
I make such an impact, people are cleaning up afterward
And she like how I throw them racks
Women are still attracted to my money
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
If a man wants my attention, I can act quickly
He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
People still sing my old music and are excited by it
They be speeding, trying to be me, then they crash, crash, crash
People try to copy me and fail
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
I still have a lot of money
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home
Having an attractive body isn't enough to keep a man faithful
Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Globaband, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Aaron Clarke, Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, Jahnei Clarke, Jeremiah Raisen, Onika Maraj
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@natebronx3984
Teacher: โA,B,C,D, whatโs next
6ix9ine: EEE EEE EEE
@thiagotidus
Hahahah
@isags_xxz6183
KKKKKK boa
@clipz4515
He actually says yeah yeah yeah
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he saying yeah yeah yeah Stooopid
@PGains
Dat dance at 00:50 is the shit. Yaaayeeet letโs get it
@andreamamone2169
Producer: โHow many clothes do you want?โ
Nicky: โGive me three stickersโ
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Tf๐
@victorbautista5996
Bruh
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