#PRAY #4 #ME lyrics - Playboi Carti
Uh, I got a date with the devil
I'm a rockstar, heavy metal, yeah
You see a opp car? Bitch, push the pedal (skkrt! skkrt!)
Boy, you gon' need some more tryna get on my level
Uh, I can't go to jail no more! (I can't do it!)
I put that on my grandma soul
Got a spanish bitch, she love to do the most
If my money low you know I'm kickin' doors
Jugg my lifestyle...
Your bitch get piped down
Left the block, damn, it's a drought now
Michael Phelps, I can clear the drought, wow!
Uh, Carti that be, two hoes on me, two fo's on me
You don't know me don't know shit about me!
10kk A Couple Thousand$ For The Hoe$ lyrics - Playboi Carti
Cartier
Sir Cartier
Slowed up, I'm fucked up
Off that two cup sensation
I'm racing, in my mind (skrt)
Tokyo drift, aye Tokyo pimp
I'm talking to steez, I'm talking to limp
These hoes on my dick
Snort white powder, clam chowder with the bitch
(Gotcha bitch)
Made my block proud but I still can't trust em
Gotcha baby mama on hold like fuck it
Let me take a stroll told my home boy to tuck it
Seen a pussy nigga then my niggas started bustin
[Gunshots]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, I don't say nothing
Smokin' on this kush, word to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Pimp game I got pimp game
Watch me switch lanes in that new thing
Got a bopper bitch with a pussy ring
She like to hold the work for Yung Carti
I just throw it all in my apartment
Thirsty bitch be quiet
Thirsty bitch be quiet
Nigga's tryna be Yung Carti
Mad cause I gave yo bitch molly
Nigga I ain't spot yo guap
Throw stacks in the back she don't mind
Hit a nigga in his brain leave him clueless
Real nigga out here I do this
I'm the rudest, should be the shooter
I got hoes, that's your hoe, yeah she know
Every I go, they know (they know)
Cartier rich nigga on the low
Cartier rich nigga on the low
I don't ever see a day that I'm poor
I got bitches, ask your hoe, yeah she know
Fuck all these niggas man
We don't give a fuck about nobody nigga
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
[Gunshots]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think I'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
2024 lyrics - Playboi Carti
Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh
Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah
Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel
Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here
Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel
Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell
Southside, I was in Riverdale
Off molly, that two-tone pill
Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls
He next, I put him on the mural
She's next, I told her she my girl
Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)
(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)
Oh
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)
Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news ('Sup)
Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)
Put 'em on the news (Let's go)
2024, Music
Oh, oh (Hm)
Put 'em on the news or somethin'
I'm evil like Luci' son
A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns
Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time
I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son
Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way
And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh
I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale
Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay
Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie
Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry
I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)
I told her, "The glove don't fit," I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh
The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji
Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh
All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit
Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists
Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)
Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah
(Oh, you like that?) Oh
Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up
Put 'em on the news, gang, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Put 'em on the news, ha
Oh, hahaha, schyeah
3 Chains lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Rich The Kid)
[Playboi Carti:]
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on
Uh
It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off
I spend a lotta guap when I'm pissed off
I got ice all on my shit might cut my wrist off
Then I pour it in her water to end it all
Drip drop, pussy pop, Yeah she on top
I love the top, I love that your hoe gimme top
And my big homie abroad yeah he serving rock
Early in the morning hoes on the clock
I'm on the block it's two, ya
Still with the hot chef fool, ya
Then I'm hiding in her courtyard
Your bitch tryna call me boo, ya
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
I'm like hoe wait, stop
Might just stop at Keisha spot
Might just stop at Brittany spot
They in love with my diamonds
They gon' fuck me for my rocks
Yeah, yeah fuck me for my rocks, I got rocks
In the trap with rocks we sell rocks, yeah
Fuck me for my rocks, for my rocks, yeah
For my rocks, for my rocks
I got 3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
(Ooh, ooh)
Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)
[Rich The Kid:]
3 chains on (ice!), I'm flexing (flex!)
Shawty wanna fuck me cause my necklace (fuck me)
She sucking on me we don't do no texting (no texting)
I walk in with the salad but no dressing (cash)
Thugging bitch I came up from finessing (finesse)
Look at the water it's real deal (real deal)
Pour a 4, pop a seal (seal)
Diamonds cold catch a chill (chill)
50 thousand for a grill (Fifty!)
I got 3 chains, 3 chains
I got a Bugatti no Mustang (Skrrrt!)
Fucking that bitch and she never complained
I love her, bought her a range (Woop!)
I can't keep it take it back (take it back)
Fuck love chase the sack (fuck it!)
Got a uzi in the Mac (Blrrrrt!)
3 chains hunnid racks
[Playboi Carti:]
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
3 chains on (three!)
I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)
(Ooh, ooh)
Uh, uh
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon' fuck me for my rocks
She gon fuck my for my yacht
Tell these fucking bitches stop
She gon fuck my for my diamond's
Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)
Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop
Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)
Back Up lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Offset)
Listen
What's brackin'? You know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, real nigga, whole lot of money
Haha, what you think got—
Nigga, hold on, hold up, hey
Hahaha
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope, bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money then I went West Coast (Hol' up, what? What? What? What?)
Uh, I'm like 2Pac
Nigga, I got two Glocks (Buh-buh)
You want what? Hol' up
You want what? What?
Bentley coupe, yeah
Shawty gon' fuck 'cause she know she cool (Smash)
Got the cash like, ooh
I could buy your bitch, I could buy her a coupe (What?)
I could buy them blocks (Yeah)
I could buy them blocks, I could buy your goons (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm in Westside (Yeah)
With Big P, bitch, some big Pirus
Hahaha
Quarter mil', what's brackin', nigga?
Tryna—fuck you talkin' 'bout?
You know what I'm sayin'
29 shit, nigga, Flame Gang for real, nigga
29, bitch (And she cold)
Turn up, hol' up
(And she cold)
Check it out
Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (What?)
Back up (What?)
Back up
Back up (Beep, what?)
Back up (Yeah)
Back up
Back up
Back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up
Back up (Back up)
Back up (Woo, woo, woo)
Back up (Offset)
Racks up (Racks)
Chopper back up
There go 12, stashin' the dope, go put the pack up (Stash the dope)
Diamonds act up (Ice)
Pull up in the spot in the tarantula (Skrrt-skrrt)
Dirty my Fanta up
Sold-out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)
Two doors, two seats (Two, two)
Up my status, elite (Up my status)
My drip unique (Drip)
Over a quarter in the Brinks (Over a quarter)
My gang, they shoot, they eat (Grrah)
She gon' fuck on the gang for free (Gang)
I'ma blow out the brain then breathe (Blow it)
I got drip, the sauce, the seasoning (Sauce)
Smokin' on cook', I'm wheezin' (Woo)
Hop out the drop, creatures (Drop)
Whitestone, I'll bleach you (White)
Saint Laurent, I'll teach you (Hey)
Chopper bite, it eat you (Bite)
Double on my Wraith (Wraith)
It got the stars with the features (Stars)
See it with the beam
It hit you far, make it reach you (Where you goin'?)
Hold the stick like a guitar and it's lethal
Back up (What? And she cold), back up
Back up (What?), back up (What?)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)
Back up, back up
Back up, back up
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)
Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)
Smokin' dope bitch
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
I'm from South Atlanta, ho
I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)
BACKR00MS lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Travis Scott)
[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, woah
I ain't ever flake, woah, tell me, what it take? Woah
Tell me what it takes, woah, grab the duct tape, huh
We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah
I'm with La Flame, gang, woah, we too insane on these hoes
I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below
And the hoes, they fuckin' the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold
If you know what I know, hide your ho, big cups, I'm sippin' flamingo
I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo
Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why but we goin' dumb, ho'
Shakin' my dreads in her face, this bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo
Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh
Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah
Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out
Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots
Bitch tryna sneak pictures, I don't give a fuck 'bout much
I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
[Travis Scott:]
Yeah, yeah
Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)
Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself)
They got money on your top, who say you can't buy help? (Tell the tale)
I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin', like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (Hah)
She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (Woo)
She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)
That shit a look iffy, need her thick, he need her to move somethin' (Iffy)
Like it prove somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (Don't you do it)
Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' (Ha)
I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (It's-)
I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' (Yeah)
[Playboi Carti:]
In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb
I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback
Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb
Throwin' that ho like a quarterback
Bankroll lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti
DP on the beat
Greedy Money
Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
Told that bitch to call my phone
Then she text my phone with upset face, and I look like yeah (Yeah)
Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)
Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
And I'm smokin' on this dope
Takin' Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Ayy, ayy (Cash Carti)
Pull up, wait, ayy
On a date, ayy
Countin' cake, ayy
Play with my cake, ayy
Break your face, ayy
Countin' cake, ayy (Cash Carti)
Break the bank, ayy
Diamonds flooded like the sink, ayy
I've been pullin' up in a tank, ayy (In a tank)
'Cause my money got no limit, ayy (Cash Carti)
And my car don't got no ceiling, ayy (Yeah)
And my bitch don't got no limit, ayy (Lil Uzi)
Makin' that money, I'm willin', ayy (Chee, chee)
Told your bitch I got that money, ayy (Chee, chee)
Told your bitch that I be peelin' you, ayy
Drinking that lean out the bottle, ayy
This is not no penicillin, ayy
My credit card got the billions, ayy (Cash Carti)
Your credit card got a limit, ayy
Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy
I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy
Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
Told that bitch to call my phone
Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)
Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)
Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)
Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
And I always keep the pole (Cash Carti, always keep the pole)
And I always keep the pole (Always keep the pole)
Everywhere I go I keep that pole, I keep that pole (Cash Carti, everywhere I go)
Everywhere I go I keep the pole, I keep the pole (Everywhere I go)
Everywhere I go these bitches know, these bitches know (Ayy, countin' all these rolls)
Everywhere I go my bank don't fold, that bank don't fold (Ayy, countin' all these rolls)
Countin' up them rolls, big bankrolls, them big bankrolls
(Cash Carti)
Countin' up them rolls, big bankrolls, them big bankrolls (Cash Carti)
Yeah (Yeah)
Got a bitch named Rubi Rose (Sauce, sauce, sauce)
See me with Justine then she stopped callin' my phone (Woo, zone, zone, zone, zone)
I be in my zone (Cash Carti)
Girl, what's goin' on?
She stoped callin' my phone
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Woo, woo)
Told that bitch to call my phone (Cash Carti)
Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)
Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)
Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)
Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Greedy Money)
Yeah, yeah (DP on the beat)
Yeah
Yeah, ayy (Cash Carti, What?)
Pull up, wait, ayy
On a date, ayy
Countin' cake
Play with my cake, ayy
Break your face, ayy
Countin' cake, ayy (Cash Carti)
Break the bank (Yeah)
AK, beam (Countin' all these rolls)
Bitches, Bs (Oh yeah)
I be in Lennox (Yeah)
Squad big (Countin' all these rolls)
I fuck that ho 'cause I want to (Cash Carti)
I fuck them girls 'cause I want to
I bought that bag 'cause I want to (Cash Carti)
Yeah, 2, zone, zone, zone, ayy
Drinkin' that lean out the bottom, ayy (Woo, zone, zone, zone)
This is not no penicillin, ayy
My credit card got the billions, ayy (Cash Carti)
Your credit card got a limit, ayy
Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy
I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy (Le' go, le' go)
Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
Told that bitch to call my phone
Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)
Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)
Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)
And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)
Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (Greedy Money)
Yeah, yeah (DP on the beat)
Yeah
Beef lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Ethereal)
[Playboi Carti:]
Who got? Who got
Who got beef with me
Who got? Who got
Who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
I got niggas in the streets do 70 years for me
Kill for me, R.I.P
Got a hoe all in my bed, she gon' freak for me
I spend a bag and get it back, I flex like Hercules
AK with the beam for who got beef with me
I talk that guapanese, she tryin' rock with me
And pop a ox with me, I ball like Barkley
Just bought some Robin jeans, she can't stop topping me
That's why he plot on me, that's why he jock on me
Cause I get on the beat and answer like it's callin' me
Cause I get on your hoe, shh, cause she callin' me
Who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Man who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Beef with me
Who got beef with me
Man who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Got beef with me
Man I keep that heat up off for who got beef with me
Man I keep that heat up off for who got beef with me
Man I keep that shh up on me for who got beef with me
[Ethereal:]
Beef with me? Who got beef with E?
All these niggas free, that's why they hate on me
Cash Carti and Yung Eazy, pull up kill the scene
You movin' backwards if you thinkin' you got beef with me
They said you tried to sneak diss but I did not see
Got boys that hit for me, shh, R.I.P
I been in the streets, let them sleep on me
You let em' steal yo swag, they can't steal shit from me
You niggas small range, making small change
Yung Eazy like the interstate, I got 6 lanes
Call me cream corn nigga I been running thangs
Your whole clique lame, I can't feel yo pain
Told Lil Carti man we taking off like planes
Boy we in the paint, you ain't in the game
Lookin' at the goal, I can't see yo face
Now I'm back on go bitch you in my way
[Playboi Carti:]
Who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Man who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Beef with me
Who got beef with me
Man who got beef with me
Who got beef with me
Got beef with me
Man I keep that heat up off for who got beef with me
Man I keep that heat up off for who got beef with me
Man I keep that shh up on me for who got beef with me
Big Bank lyrics - Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert
[Playboi Carti:]
Big bank bitch, no ones...
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
Big bank, count it up (bitch, no ones)
Big house, on the hill
Geeked up, off the pill
Saw your girl, one time
David Copperfield
Get money, [?]
If I walk, paper trail
If you don't like me, too bad, oh well
Just signed a new deal, that's a mil
That's a mil...
[Playboi Carti:]
Big bank bitch, no ones...
Breaking the bank, Breaking the bank
Shorty got right, Shorty got right
Smoking that Purp, Blowing that dank
I'm in the lamb like a race
Hop in that vet and I'll race
Hop in that coupe and I'll race
Shorty gon' fuck in the cat
Short gon' fuck me off [?]
Falling in love, the lean got you bloated
My niggas they run
The bean got me runnin'
The fuck is you doin'
You [?]
You stealing my fortune
Big bank bitch, no ones...
Boss Up lyrics - Playboi Carti
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Aye oh
I was brought up different
So my vision different
Yeah, my bitches different
Ridin' 'round tinted
I can't fuck with niggas
I go get it nigga
How I live it nigga
I can't kick it with you
They say that I changed
Went and copped a chain
Went and copped them thangs
Weight all in my name
Fuck me for my fame
Fuck me for the fame
Weight all in my name
Weight all in my name
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
Boss up on these niggas
I be gettin' rich
I'm just [?]
I just met your bitch
I don't want that bitch
Why you mad at me?
Cause my flex so bool
And my flex so bool
Teach you how to move
Why my flex on cool
And my chain on cool
You know how I move
You know how we move
Boy this swag school
Let me teach you
I be [?]
Pocket full of shit
And I got a Glock
Boy don't try no shit
I'm a flatbed
Been with the shits
I'm a hot nigga
So I need a hot bitch
Oh that be your bih?
Oh that be your bih?
She ain't love with you
And [?]
Yeah, I'm with the shit
My hoe the shit
Fuck her in the whip
Cause I'm lavish
[?]
Pockets filled it
[?]
Smokin' on jitt got me fucked up
These niggas 'round here you got me fucked up
Open up the trap and then I lift off
And I'm on the block with them shits yeah
Then she give the top, yeah forreal foreal
I just want the guap, yeah foreal foreal
Yeah, yeah
Break The Bank lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert
[Playboi Carti & Jamie Foxx:]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
16, ooh, beep, beep
[Lil Uzi Vert:]
I'ma break the bank (Yeah)
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank (What?)
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like
[Playboi Carti:]
(Ooh. What? What? What? What?)
I'ma break the bank (Ooh)
I'ma break the bank (Check it out)
Diamonds wet like sink (What?)
Diamonds wet like tank (Slatt)
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like lake (16)
I'ma break the bank (16)
[Lil Uzi Vert (Playboi Carti):]
Diamonds wet like pond
Diamonds wet like lake (What? What?)
How much can you make? (What? What? What?)
How much can you make?
You ain't got no cake (16)
You ain't got no cake (16, what?)
Lookin' at your Rollie (Yeah)
I can't tell the day. What?
Lookin' at your chain, man
All your diamonds fake. Fake
And I've been gettin' money, lil' boy (What?)
No, we can't relate. Why?
I've been gettin' money, lil' boy (What?)
No, we can't relate (Why?)
Feel like I'm on time but I'm really an hour late (16)
What you pay for your Bentley what I pay for my Range. Huh? 16, what?
So basically, um, what I'm saying stay in your price range (Huh?)
Bad lil' foreign bitch, um, with me, yeah, she from Iran (Yeah)
And when you see me chase the money only time I ran
(What? What? 16)
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like
(Ooh What? What? What? What?)
[Playboi Carti:]
I'ma break the bank (Ooh)
I'ma break the bank (Yeah)
Diamonds wet like sink (What?)
Diamonds wet like tank (Slatt)
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like lake (16)
I'ma break the bank
Ooh (What?)
Man, my ho so bad (Bad)
Man, she need to stop (Stop)
Posted with the bag (Bag)
All up on the block (Block)
I shoot at the opps (Opps)
All these niggas talk (Talk)
Man, just check the watch, ayy (What? What?)
Chopper make you hip-hop (Yeah, hello? Hey, uh, what?)
Chopper make him body-rock (Ayy, body-rock, ooh)
Fuckin' on this lil' thot
Pull up on your block with a fuckin' mop (Mop, damn)
All these niggas sound like Carti, they some mocks (All these niggas sound like me)
Shawty wanna fuck me 'cause I got the guap (Bands, bands)
Hoppin' off a jet, I had to check the charts
Bought that ho a Fendi bag, she tryna pop like tart (Bought that ho a Fendi bag, beep)
[Lil Uzi Vert (Playboi Carti):]
I'ma break the bank, yeah
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank (What?)
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like
(Ooh What? What? What? What?)
[Playboi Carti:]
I'ma break the bank (Ooh)
I'ma break the bank (Yeah)
Diamonds wet like sink (What?)
Diamonds wet like tank (Slatt)
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like lake (16)
I'ma break the bank (16, check it out, check it out)
[Lil Uzi Vert {Playboi Carti}:]
Carti off the Wock' (Wock')
Bitch, I'm on the Xan' (Xan')
Geekin' off the bar (Bar)
Bitch, I'm on the moon (Moon)
Talkin' to the stars (Stars)
Chopper hit like fan (Fah)
Sounds like a guitar (Guitar {What? What? Beep})
Ooh, bitch, you talk too much {Beep}
Call my phone too much (Brr)
Then I hit ignore (Hello?)
Yeah, Carti hit me up {What?}
Said, "I got the twins" {Hello?}
"Boy, I hit 'em raw" {Yeah}, yeah, ayy
I do not shop at the mall, yeah {What?}
But I do flex in the mall {What?}
I keep my stick in the car, ayy {What?}
I take my 9 to the mall {What?}
I take my 9 to the mall, ayy {Yeah}
I swear my pockets got large {What?}
Walk around, pockets on large, ayy {Lil boy, beep}
[Lil Uzi Vert (Playboi Carti):]
I'ma break the bank, yeah
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank (What?)
I'ma break the bank
I'ma break the bank
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like, ooh (What? What? What? What?)
I'ma break the bank, ooh
I'ma break the bank, 16
[Playboi Carti:]
Diamonds wet like sink (29)
Diamonds wet like tank
Diamonds wet like, ooh
Diamonds wet like lake (16)
I'ma break the bank (16)
16
Broke Boi lyrics - Playboi Carti
Audi, Bimmer, Benz with the roof up
Still on this goop punch, three gram, boof blunt
High as fuck
Called up some hoes, "Let's go to Lenox Square"
Might just go icey my wrist, might just go cop me some squares
Keep a small circle, I can't fuck with squares
Ay I had to get it how I got it, nigga life ain't fair
Spilt that lean all on my kicks and got another pair
I say fuck them two hoes man, I got another pair, bitch
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys?
In the mall buying ice cause he's a broke boy
I can't even kick it with these broke boys
He ain't come to buy a pack cause he a broke boy
Bitch I'm going through the sack cause I'm no broke boy
Runnin' up the check on these broke boys
Put some bands on your neck and have you murked boy
Bitch I'm ballin' on these niggas, ballin'
Bitch I'm ballin' on these niggas, first they hatin' "he's so pussy"
Don't cross your partner, pussy, that's a pussy for some pussy
Always talked about me, still ain't never shook me
I'm a real nigga from the Flat can't overlook me
1500 nigga if you're tryna come and book me
Niggas gonna fuckin' book me
Keep that choppa on me, my grandma watchin' me
Fuck my Jesus piece, I might squeeze the piece
Hold out on my way, I might flood the streets
And I'm on this lean, I won't make a scene
Nigga front on me, I'm a make a scene
Run up in this shit, run up in this shit
Audi, Bimmer, Benz with the roof up
Still on this goop punch, three gram, boof blunt
High as fuck
Called up some hoes, "Let's go to Lenox Square"
Might just go icey my wrist, might just go cop me some squares
Keep a small circle, I can't fuck with squares
Aye I had to get it how I got it, nigga life ain't fair
Spilt that lean all on my kicks and got another pair
I say fuck them two hoes man, I got another pair
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy
Why should I keep juggin' all these broke boys?
In the mall buying ice cause he's a broke boy
I can't even kick it with these broke boys
He ain't come to buy a pack cause he a broke boy
By Myself / No Help lyrics - Playboi Carti
Blowin' on it by myself! I'm by myself, I'm by myself
Man you talking like you know
By my fuckin' self (By my fuckin' self)
I don't need no help (Bitch I don't need no help)
I did this shit by myself
Woke up in the morning said I don't need no help
I fucked that bitch by myself
Blowin' on it by myself, I'm by myself, I'm by myself
Man you talking like you know
I need them racks before the show
Money get a nigga where he going
After this I'm in yo' bitch, then the studio
Double cup Actavis still sippin' dope
Bad bitch super thick and she mix dope
This yo' main bitch but she always at my door
This your main bitch but she stay smokin' my dope
You can see the steeze from across the street
7 days a week I want nothin' but cheese
200 for these jeans I just ripped these jeans
Where the triple beam? You ain't seen me
On my team, What's Love?
By my fuckin' self (By my fuckin' self)
I don't need no help (Bitch I don't need no help)
I did this shit by myself
Woke up in the morning said I don't need no help
I fucked that bitch by myself
Blowin' on it by myself, I'm by myself, I'm by myself
Call Up The Troops lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Offset)
[Offset:]
Carti left hand
Shit man yeah you know
Dat way best way
Yeah, yeah
Diamonds dancin' nigga
He the motherfucker on the mic, nigga yeah you know what I'm sayin?
Real, yeah you feel me?
[Playboi Carti:]
They takin' them pictures, I'm takin' they bitches
They hop in my whip when they get it
I'm seein' the pictures, my life is soo vivid
My nigga I'm livin' the vision
My bitches stay callin', stay callin'
They callin', they chasin' like Carti you missin'?
She blow the dick like a whistle
Up on the block with a missile
How he get shot, it's a river
How you gon' say thats your nigga?
You let it sing like tootie
I bring that shit like a dealer
Then I go fuck with my dealer
We run around like some children
I might withdrawal a lil mid
Watch me count up a lil mid
Fuckin' your bitch in the benz
'member I was in the pen
Bitches they hatin' on Cash
Bitches ain't payin' my rent
I got that money to flaunt
I get the swag then drip
Bitches gon' dial then flubber
I got your bitch then I flip her
Ooh, yeah, yeah, huh
You know I'm that nigga
Uh, yeah oh yeah
I know they gon' feel the lil nigga
I know your bitch feelin' this nigga
Suckin' and fuckin' lil nigga
Textin' my phone late at night
Talkin' 'bout she wanna bite
She gon' ride it like a bike
She gon' ride dick like a bike
Huh, what? yeah
I got your hoe and she wet
I got your hoe and she not
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Playboi Carti & Offset:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Offset:]
Hop in the wraith put the stars in 'em
She goin' crazy, the bar in her
She a bad bitch, but a bar tender
It's weird cause she didn't see the star in me
Now I'm lookin' at bazaar women
Better learn to play your cards, kid
Split the profit, yeah we all winnin' bad bitches
Pray to god cause we all sinin'
And now I'm dunkin' like I'm Vince Carter
Bad bitches but they ridin'
Carolina Blue lyrics - Playboi Carti
[Playboi Carti:]
No ventilation, hoes stimulating on this novacane I'm making
Still searching for the one we in the Martrix
Words from the sea [?]
Never gave a fuck about the [?]
Muscle arms, muscle arms cooking up with baking soda
God never let my enemies get between insanity and Hova
Turning clouds into castles [?] slow cameras roll
These bitches listen to us like we got mind control
Overdose my high nigga, I'm flying
By the jets shout out the sky nigga, I'm dying
I take a pound and break it down into a baby bud
Roll up a spliff, then I light it up, now take a puff
It takes concentration when I'm blazing on this elevation
Now treat your hate with my herbal medication
Yeah nigga, [?]
[Sample from Walk Hard - The Dewey Cox Story::]
You smoking reefers?
Yeah of course we are, can't you smell it?
No Sam. I can't
Come on Dewey! Join the party!
No Dewey! You don't want this. Get outta here!
You know what I don't want no hangover, I can't get no hangover
It doesn't give you a hangover!
Well, I get addicted to it or something?
Its not habit forming
I don't wanna, overdose on it
You can't OD on it!
It's not gonna make me wanna have sex is it?
It makes sex even better
Sounds kinda expensive
Its the cheapest drug there is
Cartier lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)
I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit (Okay)
I got a AK
Big ass sticks (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck
They fuckin' on Cartier
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talk about Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You know I don't give a fuck 'bout them
Why the fuck you think I care?
Bitch, I be everywhere
Bitch, I'm good everywhere (Yeah)
Don't let my chain be in my shirt, that shit out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere
I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass sticks (AK)
You could get hit (Bow)
You know that I'm pushin' up (Pushin' up)
You know that I'm booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck
They fuckin' on Cartier
My diamonds like flashlight
I'm showin' my ass right (Showin' my ass)
I turned to the bad guy
I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I'm drinkin' the Act' right (Yeah, yeah)
My new bitch got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin' right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her titty (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my shit's never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that bitch back and play-play like I'm Ricky (Uh)
Your bitch, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain't wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil' friends, so I couldn't even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I'm in this bitch, you better run the ballistics
I'm in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I'm too lit, uh
I'ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass sticks (Brr)
You could get hit
You know that I'm pushin' up (Bow)
You know that I'm booted up
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin' bout)
These bitches don't give a fuck
They fuckin' on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)
Fuckin' on Cartier (What?)
They fuckin' on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They fuckin' on Cartier
Fuckin' on Cartier
They fuckin' on Cartier
They fuckin' on Cartier (Woo)
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They fuckin' lil Cartier (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They fuckin' Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin' 'bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
Bitches ain't shootin' us
These niggas ain't doin' nothin'
Cash Shit lyrics - Playboi Carti
Cash, cash, cash
Cash, cash, cash (what)
What, what, what, what
What, what, what
If I'm a bitch then I'm the baddest bitch
Cash, cash, cash, cash bitch
Bitch I flex a lot, boy I flex bitch
I pop the Glock, fo' i pop the shits (what)
I rock the show, Its a mosh pit
Been 'round the block, It's my park bitch
Apartment, with a lot of shit
Snowman, Ice cream shit
Bad bitch, like to suck dick
My clique, throwin hoes bitch
29 hoes, 16 bitch
16 bullets have you bleedin' bitch
Where its all Piru have you bleedin' bitch
My diamond bloody on my body, yeah they bleedin' bitch
Diamonds summer time, you ain't seeing me
My diamonds biting like some molly on the gleen shit
Lil shorty said she tapped my phone I ain't seen shit
I was in this bih, bool'n and bleedin'
Parkin' Lot pimpin bih, Parkin' a lot of shit
Cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash, cash bitch
Hunnid thousand just to hear a nigga spit
She spittin' on the dick told the bih to quit
One some cash shit
On some cash shit, On some cash shit
On some cash shit, On some cash shit
On some cash shit, On some cash shit
On some cash shit, On some cash shit
On some cash shit, On some cash shit
I'm a cashier, Ima cash-in
Bitch is smoking, Ima catch her
Bad bitch suck dick yeah she love it
Bad bitch said she love me, yeah she love it
Diamond biting like some molly and I love it (diamonds biting)
Bitches wanna fuck Carti and I love it
Got all these bitches on the side
Got a lot of niggas done lied
Put that on my block that’s on my 9
All these niggas lame, I know they lyin'
Fuckin' on your bitch, that’s all the time (bih)
Y’all know I do this shit all the time
I’m lit, I’m lit, oh my god
Diamonds on me biting oh my god (cash)
What, cash, cash, cash shit
Cash, cash, cash, cash, shit (what)
Cash shit (what)
Cash, cash, cash, cash, shit (bitch)
Check lyrics - DP Beats & Playboi Carti
Know what I'm sayin'
DP on the beat
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
(I'm sorry babe, I'm sorry)
I just ran into a-
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check), uh
I just got a-
Check (what?), check (check)
Check (what?), check (check)
Check (check), check (check), uh
I just got a-
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check)
I just ran into a-
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (what?)
Check (what?), check (what?), check
Check, check
Look at that nigga he stylin' (check, check)
Look at these hoes, they wildin' (check, check)
All of these hoes they got me (check, check, check)
All of these hoes, yeah they want me
I get that check and I flip it
I get your bitch and I flip it
I get the money, I deal and flip it
I get the money I'm trippin' (what?)
Taking these pills, I'm trippin'
All of these hoes wanna eat it
Yeah, check, uh
Check, check (I'm sorry babe, I need a check)
Check (I'm sorry, just need a check)
I just need a check, ran into a check (check, check, check)
I just ran into a-
Check, check (check)
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check), uh
I just got a-
Check (check), check (check)
Check, check (check, check, check)
Check, check, uh
I just got a-
Check (what?), check (what?)
Check (what?), check (what?)
Check (what?), check (what?)
I just ran into a-
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check)
Check (check), check (check), check
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