$teeze lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Soft white powder clam chowder with your bitch

Snortin' up that line she tryin' to ease up her mind

2 door on that black coupe

No gold black jewels

Fuck you and yo attitude

I do what I got to

Man the pot ain't free stupid

Knots in my jeans caviar and ice cream

It seems that I like these nice things

So I'm out here for that green

Peakin' through the sunroof

Mesmerized on the clouds

I wish to be on that level

So I picked up that loud

Let yo chick roll the blunt

She made me proud

Applause

I'm tryin' to get up in them draws

Better yet I'm tryin' to get up in them draws

So stop poppin your jaws

And park the car

Carti yeah with the dollar bill

Rain, club, (yeah yeah)

Trying to get all the bitches

All the bitches

All the bitches

Check my steez bitch please

I got cheese

My whole team ill

Rick owe we blow by O's

Real cut throat

Fuck a hoe we bout that dough

Skate racks break club flow go on her jean jack

You and your crew wack

Air pack you on dat

Cash first that so I got that gold on deck

Nice coupe bad chick in the front hoe

Then the pooch

White man wealth I'm sitting tall like I hoop

Mad cheese mad steez

Dopeness in my tissue

Uh

Money ain't the issue

Uh

I thought you niggas been knew

On the hours under the influence

Nigga I am true to this

You lame niggas got me all bent

Ya'll knew to this

Talk about this money we involved in

Blow that jane then we vent nigga