Chill Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

Tell these niggas chill man (tell these niggas chill) They gon' want beef, I always keep the steel Hatin' on my music (uh) or my sex appeal You know I got them ho's, can't take no ho for real (can't take no ho for real) Money make the world go (money make the world go) Money make them panties go (money make them panties go) I'm off them Xannies though (Xannies ho) Carti, I got many ho's Old money, new hundreds, nigga pray for me Young shooter, twin pistols, nigga pray for 'em Damn my life I been this way, nigga stop mocking me Go in the pistol shop with me man, I can't do no lease (hell nah) Like real shit, nigga hatin' on me, nigga on my dick Know I'm out here gettin' rich, I'm with my clique Your bitch choosin' me, she want this shit When I woke up, [?] in my swag Gained off the flips and I spend a couple racks And I'm on this lean so, I can't feel my face And I got this bad bitch, she gon' give me face Tell these niggas chill man (tell these niggas chill) They gon' want beef, I always keep the steel Hatin' on my music (uh) or my sex appeal You know I got them ho's, can't take no ho for real (can't take no ho for real) Money make the world go (money make the world go) Money make them panties go (money make them panties go) I'm off them Xannies tho (Xannies ho) Carti, I got many ho's (damn) (Old money, new hundreds, nigga pray for me) Splur, Splur, Ayy, Damn (Young shootas, twin pistols, nigga pray for me)

Damn Shame lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Johnny Cinco)

[Playboi Carti:]

I'm in this hoe with Cinco countin' C notes

I'm in this hoe with Cinco countin' C notes

I'm in this hoe with Cinco countin' C notes

This feelin' like a story that been wrote before

Pourin' up fours countin' C notes

I'm in this hoe with Cinco countin' C notes

I'm feelin' like this been wrote before

Forgiatos on my coupe spin

Everything steel, everything steel

Yeah

And I'm down for real

Got some bitches 'round me, baby girl they down for real

Got some niggas 'round me, baby girl they down to kill

All these bitches 'round me tryna fuck, that's fuckin' real

Oh, oh and I keep it real

2900 flat niggas keep it real

Rockin' Robin, Trues for real Robin, Trues for real

All my niggas out here steal, all my niggas peel

Bitches callin' up my phone sayin' I'm a fake nigga

I just got some cake nigga, with cake mix

In L.A. on vacay nigga

Balenciaga, I don't fake nigga

Goyard on my waist, no cake mix

Shoot him in his face nigga

[Johnny Cinco:]

All these niggas change when the money came

Promised I wouldn't change when the money came

All these bitches wanna hang when the money came

A fuck nigga came around when the money came

In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes

And that Tech comin' 200 that all on my chain

Came a long way from the trap, the money ain't the same

Oh, oh, oh

I ain't ever change

Hunnid thousand on a niggas chain

With the same bad bitches said that she ain't changed

Real nigga I'm with Carti, and my La Famil'

And that Benz on me 200, I ain't hard to feel

They front row at every show nigga you don't know how that feel

Drive a foreign, drop a four, nigga you gon' see how it sip

Real trap nigga, pocket full of dubs

Young real nigga made myself a plug

Flexin' on 'em bitch and flexin' on 'em nigga

Hundreds on these bitches, hundreds on these niggas

Fuckin' up a set, fuckin' up a set

Right back to the trap, right back to the trap

Foreign with the hunda's might make me relax

Fuck around with 'em hundreds, bad bitch in the back

Froze, froze, all these diamonds froze

Yeah they all froze, I might go rogue

I did it for my hoe, all my hoes froze

Fuck her friend slow

All my hoes with' it, all my hoes fitted

Lenses gold tinted (Carti)

That's that I can't hang, that's that I got change

Went and bought another chain

[Johnny Cinco:]

All these niggas change when the money came

Promised I wouldn't change when the money came

All these bitches wanna hang when the money came

A fuck nigga came around when the money came

In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes

And that Tech comin' 200 that all on my chain

Came a long way from the trap, the money ain't the same

Count It Up lyrics - Playboi Carti

Niggas wanna see me dead, damn

I don't give a fuck about shit (at all, at all)

Cash carti

Money bands

I poured a whole fo' up in my fuckin' cup

Count it up, count it up, count it up

Thumb through the check, man I can't fuck with ya

We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up

Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear

Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear

2 condos, I ain't even there

I'm like "Fuck 12," they can't come in here

I'm fuckin' on this bitch like she my main

I be in the trap wearing Wang

40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane

Alexander Wang, I'm off them pills can't feel this pain

Alexander Wang, I got that thang, that bitch go bang!

I just met this bitch, I swear this bitch just tryna bang

Posted on my side, yea nigga, fuck the fame

Yea nigga, money dancing to the bank

Oooooooh

On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean

I'm on this syrup, I'm on this lean

I be on some other shit, and God knows that that bitch ain't celibate

Pussy niggas hating to get relevant

Money bags, I need that, bitch I need that! (I need that!)

Bitch with an ass I need that

Coupe, that's a smash, bitch I need that

Money counter, fuck a bank, y'all don't ennnn know ooooohh

Foreign car automatic!

Foreign broad she with the action

Call me Carti nigga, been had it

[?]

First we move the stove to the attic

My bloods pull up and get it brackin'

My cause pull up and get it crackin'

Never pillow talkin', bitch ya lackin'

Pull up to ya spot like "bitch what's happenin? bitch what's happenin?"

I'm pullin out them tools like gogo gatchet

This nigga lacking, diamonds glancin'

Ho just, [?]

South Atlanta kick it, with my niggas, with my niggas, yea ya

I poured a whole fo' up in my fuckin' cup

Count it up, count it up, count it up

Thumb through the check, man I can't fuck with ya

We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up

Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear

Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear

2 condos, I ain't even there

I'm like "Fuck 12," they can't come in here

Different Day lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hahahahahahaha, Carti

My nigga, you know you the flyest nigga I know on this planet (Sch—)

So before we start this new shit (Schyeah), let's show 'em what the fuck you really been on

I am the music!

Different day

I just be stylin', it's hard to sleep (Schyeah)

She never made it hard for me (Schyeah, he's comin')

I can't trust my eyes, like, how do I see?

I'm in the high, uh, she's in the heat, yeah (Turn it up, turn it up)

Tell me why? And, for what?

Always prepared, 'cause I never know what

She wait at all of my shows, she want me to sign her butt, yeah (Hahahahahahaha), uh

Whippin' that ho with the Fendi

Yeah-yeah, I was lookin' for Benji

I had to smoke out at Means Street

(Don't get fuckin' scared now)

Everybody thought they knew me

My bitch, she ain't even meet the new me

A ho gon' die tryna do me

Look at the sky, it's a movie

She not a wife, she a groupie

If you liked the last chain, check the new piece, schyeah

(I promise you niggas)

Red in the diamonds, no rubies

Stick in the dirt like— (Schyeah)

Stick in the dirt like doody (Schyeah), schyeah

There's plenty of opps in the loose leafs

Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah

Stamp on your neck like pussy ('Bout what? Schyeah, schyeah)

Stay in your position, lil' nigga, before you get put on a shirt (Schyeah)

I was in South Carolina with two hoes, takin' they turn

You play with that fire too much, lil' shawty, you bound to get burnt (Schyeah)

SVJ, I go crazy, no concerns (Schyeah), uh

Glock in the holster (Schyeah), yeah, stick in the Goyard (Schyeah)

Put 'em on a poster, put 'em in a graveyard (Schyeah), schyeah

She gets angry, she like to text hard (What?)

I don't need a co-sign (What?), I need a die-hard (Huh?)

I fuck her back in, yeah (Yeah), then put her in Chrome Heart (Uh)

The Bentley, it's push-start (Uh)

I'm a bully, I push hard (Yeah), schyeah

Drivin' off drugs, this my go-kart, schyeah

Different day, ha

Schyeah

We gamble on Sundays

I told my momma I was gon' make it one day

Been, been, been told her

It was just the other day, I was on bullshit, eatin' leftovers, yeah

Schyeah, thinkin' about it

Now, it's just G5s, yeah, I don't do layovers

Schyeah

You know who the fuck it is

Swamp motherfuckin' Izzo!

Dogfood lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Psst, psst

What, psst

I need a pet, a Dobermann, right at my door

I need these niggas to know, yeah, that I got that dope

Yeah, I got that dogfood, I got that dope

I get this dogfood, I got that dope

I got that dope, ooh, yeah

I got that shit, make it float, yeah

I'm on the block, ooh, yeah

Selling that bitch out my coat, yeah

We in your lobby (Yeah, yeah)

All of the smoke (Yeah)

We just want all of the smoke (All of the smoke)

We just want all of the smoke (All of the smoke)

I just want all of ya hoes (All of ya hoes)

I'ma fuck all of ya hoes (All of ya hoes)

Bitch, I got all of the drip (Drip)

Bitch, I got all of the clothes (Ooh)

Bitch, I got all of the cars (Yeah)

Bitch, I got all of the coupes (Yeah)

Bitch, I got all of the bars (Bars)

Bitch, I got all of this juice (Ooh)

I'm breaking the bank (Bank)

I'm spraying the paint (Paint)

Smokin' that dank (Dank)

I smoke when I can't (Whoa)

I'm all in the bank (Whoa, cash)

Give me my bank (Yeah)

We taking ya bank (Psst, psst)

We taking ya bank

Hunnit thousand in the club, spending them dubs

VVS diamond my ear, look like a bug (Yeah)

Bitches, they all in my ear, talkin' 'bout love (Yeah)

These niggas, they all in my ear, talkin' 'bout love (Yeah)

I need a hundred a show

I need a hundred a ho (Yeah)

I need a hundred to blow

I need a hundred to throw

I done fucked half of these hoes

I need a hundred or more

I got that work on my dick

And she might never let go

I need a pet, a Dobermann, right at my door

I need these niggas to know, yeah, that I got that dope

Yeah, I got that dogfood, I got that dope

I get this dogfood, I got that dope

I got that dope, ooh, yeah

I got that shit, make it float, yeah

I'm on the block, ooh, yeah

Selling that bih out my coat, yeah

We in yo' lobby (Yeah, yeah)

All of the smoke (Yeah)

We just want all of the smoke (All of the smoke)

We just want all of the smoke (All of the smoke)

Don't Tell Nobody lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah yah, what the fuck these niggas gotta say to me?

Nah, I don't give a fuck, I'm gonna keep counting nigga

(Ohh, ohh, ohh!)

Keep counting, doing all this shit, you can hear my jewelry through the muhfuckin mic

Balenciagas, I can't fuck with nobody, Balenciagas, I can't fuck with anybody!

Dollas!

Uh, who that is? (Pl-plugs) where you at?

(DJ Lil Keem waddup?)

Ooh, Pipe up, yeah, Ooh, pipe up, pipe up

(HOODRICH!)

Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

I brought hoe to the trap but please don't tell nobody!

Ho don't tell nobody! ho don't tell nobody!

Bitch don't tell nobody! Bitch don't tell nobody!

I brought a hoe to the trap but please don't tell nobody!

Ho don't tell nobody! bitch don't tell nobody! yeahyeahyeah

Aye, I said fuck the robbing for this rap shit, now I'm in LA fucking on a model bitch

Running with the same gang I been running with

Designing and trapping baby I'm so addicted

Been on the block been moving with it, we motivated motivated boys love to kick it

I spent a show on the shoes, boy I love to kick it

I pay attention, pay attention, pay a fucking ttention

Number 9's fuck the trues I'm so fucking different, I hang with shooters and killers that just got out of prison

Ooh pipe up, pipe up, I got hella bitches, pipe up, buying flights just to see a nigga, yeah yeah

Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

I brought hoe to the trap but please don't tell nobody!

Ho don't tell nobody! ho don't tell nobody!

Bitch don't tell nobody! Bitch don't tell nobody!

I brought a hoe to the trap but please don't tell nobody!

Ho don't tell nobody! bitch don't tell nobody! yeahyeahyeah

Don't Worry lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Wiz Khalifa)

[Playboi Carti:]

Yeah, hold up

Got that old coupe outside

Yeah, yeah, hold up

Got that old coupe outside

That be Maaly Raw

Hold on

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)

Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Okay

She wanna pop up

Break it down, then she hop up

Now she givin' that top up

Drinkin' McQueen, no Vodka

[?] what she rockin'

Look like her booty talkin'

She got drip like a faucet

We record it then watch it

No, I won't make a promise

All about makin' dollars

Make it bounce like Impalas

Ooh you gon' get me caught up

All that ass, I can't fight the temptation (Okay)

Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it

In the west, but smokin' like Jamaicans

Can't do nothing for her, if she basic

Got her with me rolling up and drankin'

Ass up in the air, the pillow where her face is

Aye, aye, okay

[Playboi Carti:]

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)

Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

Can't worry 'bout me (I'm tryna pop some)

Hold up, yeah (Can't worry 'bout me, I'm tryna pop some)

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

I'm tryna fuck all these bitches (I'm tryna pop some)

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

That be Maaly Raw

Drip lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ikey, check it out

Uh, uh

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

Yeah, goofy bitch, yeah, you just a clown, ooh, yeah

Buy a Wesson, bitch, I'm shootin' rounds, ooh, yeah

F&N leave a nigga down

Waterboy, huh, pass the towel, huh

I got drip, huh, yeah, Carti go too wild, ooh

Nick Cannon, huh, uh, ayy, find your style, ooh

I got swag, uh, hey, go too well, ooh

Made my mama proud, huh, platinum now, hold on, ayy

I ain't broke, I can't see you

Hit 'em with the stick then leave 'em out

I'm from the south, I'm from the south, uh, yeah

South Atlanta, where the fuck was you? Ooh, yeah

I'm with them reds, I can't fuck with blue, ooh, yeah

But shout out blue because they keep it true, ooh, yeah

I fucked the Sprite up, can't fuck with Dew, ooh, yeah

I fucked that bitch, yeah, can't fuck with dude, ooh, what?

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

That's what I do, bitch, check that résumé, ooh

Play your bitch 'cause I love to play, ooh, what?

Play your bitches 'cause we love to play, what? Ooh

That's what I do bitch, fuck that resume

Gucci on my sweater, Gucci on my sweater

Boy, you can't do better, you got nothin' on that

Never on that level

I got bricks in the sensor

That nigga don't want no pressure (Yeah)

That nigga don't want no pressure (Yeah)

I squeeze him like a gusher (Yeah)

These niggas out here pussy (Yeah)

Y'all niggas don't want no pressure (Yeah)

I freestyle on the track (Yeah)

I do this shit so lovely (Yeah)

Bald head bitch and my bro got the K (Yeah)

Bad bitch suck the dick, yeah, my diamonds skate

Rollerblade (Yeah), I got Bathing Ape, uh

80K, huh, just to hit the stage, ooh

Let 'em know, gotta let 'em know

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

EVILJ0RDAN lyrics - Playboi Carti

First I go whip out the boat

No, I can't hit on no brakes

My life is out of control

I'm tellin' you, nobody safe

I've been livin' my life limbo

My ice, it came with a tray

It's so hot, I gotta hide my face

This not a rockstar phase

I'm a emo thug in my phase

Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go chase

Monkey nuts, hold me, baby, I got on two chains

Roll another blunt and I might motherfuckin' faint

Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained

I just put on my boots, ain't worried 'bout no rain

Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page

You was just askin' for some change, now you changed

Yeah, I told you, yeah, about that money, shit get strange

Fully loaded check, hold up, baby, Jordan paid

I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim

They can't put me in no genre baby, 'cause I changed the game

We fuckin' on the same ho, but we not the same

Disrespect the 5, I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)

Bitch keep callin' my phone, she sayin' Ms. Jackson goin' through her brain (Carti)

We was just outside dancin', movin' on molly, feelin' insane (He's comin')

I fucked the bitch so nasty, we go Sephora, yeah, then we go PINK

She not so fuckin' toxic, and she care about what I think

She's nothin' like no other bitches, she care about what I drink

I think she's a fling

I think she's a play maker

She should be on my team

She should get her a ring

Shit, it can't be me

But she can be on the team

Diamonds, they come out the water

My sock, it come with a ring

The Wraith came with the chauffeur

The chauffeur ready to take me

I am the music

Fashion Killer lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Slatt)

Check it out (Slatt)

Carti (Slatt)

(Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)

Hold up

2900, nigga (Buh-buh-buh-buh)

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)

It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

Yeah, I'm at the stage, 'bout to dive in

But I got all these diamonds

'Bout to smoke exotic, yeah

Got a bitch from the island, yeah

'Bout to put her on a private, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck, yeah

Just put her on Molly, yeah

I'm on that lean, yeah (Lean)

Got a lean diet, yeah, yeah

New Hermès, hold up, yeah

I just bought it, hold up, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh)

What's your bitch name? Yeah

What's the color? Yeah

Ride 'round, bitch, yeah

Now what's the color? Hold up

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)

It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

I'ma fuck your bitch, yeah

Yeah, slatt, we even, hold up (What?)

You fuckin' with a demon, hold up, uh

You firing demon, hold up, yeah

I don't ride Demons, hold up, yeah

Only ride foreigns, hold up, yeah

That's a new 'Rari, hold up, yeah

Your coupe borin', hold up, yeah

AP two-tone, bitch, yeah

You know me, hold up, yeah

I gotta ball on a ho, yeah

On my sleeve, hold up (What?)

Tatted up, lil' bitch, yeah

What I need, hold up (Yeah)

Throw that cash, lil' bitch (Yeah)

'Til I bleed

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

My money gon' fuck 'em (Whoa, yeah)

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)

It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)