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