Make Some Blow lyrics - Playboi Carti

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, yuh

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's talk some money

Man let's talk some money

Money do somethin', I was really hungry

I ain't had none, had to shake some

I ain't had none, nigga we was bumrushed

In the back in the flat countin' new hunnids

My partner just died, rest in peace to him

Two Glocks on my side, Larry Vickers

Two Glocks on my side, nigga who is him?

Bitch I came from nothin', had to prove somethin'

She say she feelin' me, but I ain't in nothin'

30 bands Young Carti, we ain't hear none

I'm fuckin' on these bitches, boy I ain't hear none

I'm fuckin' on these bitches, boy like Nina

I pump fade, aye pass it to my nigga he ain't on

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Blow some money

Uh, uh

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Man let's blow some money

Bitch let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Man let's talk some money

Man let's blow some money

Make some blow some money

Make some blow some money

Uh

Plug!

Minnesota (Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti (with Lil Yachty)

[Lil Yachty:]

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

[Playboi Carti:]

Cause it get cold like Minnesota

Pourin' in my soda

Park my lil sis on the corner

Cause she gettin' a little older

I was hustlin' down the [?]

And I fuck with robbers

Shady pop to the flat

Chi town bloods never foldin'

I remember in the night

Around summertime

Hittin' 86 on 25

Cause I know the world is mine

I was posted with my [?]

Trapping packs or the lines

Got some new dope in my trap

Watch that boy hit your spine

I just fucked that nigga bitch

[?] couple [?] in my roof so she know I'm with the shits

I'm a fuck her in the whip

Fuck her in the whip

Cause she waitin' in the whip

[Lil Yachty:]

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota

Need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

You need to stay up out them streets if you can't take the heat

Miss The Rage lyrics - Trippie Redd & Playboi Carti

I love Trippie Redd

Haha

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya

GTA, we shoot out helicopters (Brrt), monsters (Brrt)

We pull up with sticks and hella choppers (Bah), 'oppas (Bah)

We don't fuck with n*****, they the cops (Cops, bitch)

I put my heart and soul into the Glock (In the Glock)

Bitch, it's us, never them, you ain't that, bitch, I'm him

You get zapped if it's static (Static), keep that MAC, it go, "Pew"

Smokin' gas, smell the fumes, I'm in that 'Vette, it go, "Vroom"

I'm a vet, lil' dude, you a pet, do what I say, not what I do

Tell 'em, sit, bitch, come here

I just seen some n***** down the block that ain't from here

Know I got a lot, but I need some damn more, yeah

If I catch the opps, then I'm uppin' the damn score, yeah

Yeah, brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

She like Mya

She like Carti (Yeah), man, I need it (Yeah, yeah)

She taste like water (Taste like water), ho, I need it (Taste like water)

Come get your daughter (Come get your daughter), she too greasy (Bitch)

She so meaty (She so meaty), I'm not vegan (I'm not vegan, vegan)

I'm gon' eat it (What? Yeah), I bet you I beat it (I bet you I'll beat it)

I put her on the bust (Put on the bust), I have to see it (I have to see it, bust)

I put her on the bus (Put her on the bus), I'ma leave that ho bleedin' (Yeah, bus)

I'ma leave that ho geekin' (Blatt, bleedin'), have her gone by the weekend (Blatt, yeah)

Got too much water (Blatt, blatt), shit got me leakin' (Blatt, what?)

Shit got me leakin' (Blatt, blatt)

I'm on the deep end (Blatt, what? Yeah, blatt, what?)

I'm on the deep end (Yeah, yeah), yeah, haha

Brrah (Haha), brrah, brrah, brrah (Yeah)

Hahahahaha, ah (Yeah, King Vamp)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my, whoa)

I can't see a damn thing if it ain't guap (Oh my God, guap), yeah

They like Stevie (Stevie), they can't see me (See me)

They wanna be me (They wanna be me), I'm in that 'Ghini (In the Lamb' truck)

Whip looks like zucchini, water, Fiji (Yeah)

And they need me (Yeah), she wanna please me (Yeah)

'Cause she needy (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Mya, yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya (Yeah), ho like Mimi (Yeah)

Girl like Mya

Money (YSL Cheetah) lyrics - Playboi Carti

Fuck my cheetah

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

(Star boy, you're my hero)

I just fucked on this lil' bitch, she from IG, yeah

I just walked outside, YSL cheetah

I got all these diamonds on me, yeah, I'm G, yeah

Yeah, I walk out with the racks, you know I'm G, yeah

Uh, shawty know I'm D'd up

I just kicked that bitch out, oh yeah, I'm fed up (Yeah)

I just got like all this fucking cheddar, uh-uh

I could make it rain, change the weather, uh-uh

I got all these hoes, yeah, come get some, uh-uh

I got all these hoes, yeah, come get some, yeah

Diamonds on my wrist, yeah

Yeah, money on my dresser, oh-oh, yeah

We got all these guns, yeah, oh yeah

Geeked up like a professor, uh-uh

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

I put money on my enemies, yeah

Money Counter lyrics - Playboi Carti

Robin jeans with the wings

She pop a bean and fuck my team!

Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!

Lookin' like I robbed a bank

Triple C's made her faint!

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Triple C's made her faint

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Uh, on my jewelry man, I spent that on my jewelry man

On my jewelry man, I can't tuck no jewelry man

Really bout them bands, I'm like "fuck the jury man!"

Nigga ain't playin', boolin' with my tooley man

With my tooley man, trappin' with my fully mag

With my fully mane, blowin' on that stupid stank

It was just the other day, damn I couldn't make a play

All a nigga had was faith, now I'm countin everyday

(Everyday yaaaaaa, cash carti)

Robin jeans with the wings

She pop a bean and fuck my team!

Ridin' with a triple beam, I put that shit on everything!

Lookin' like I robbed a bank

Triple C's made her faint!

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Triple C's made her faint

Servin' fiend's, switchin' lanes!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Money counter, fuck a bank!

Never Seen Shit lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

Yeah

Everything I do, I swear it's legit

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

I switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

I need new codeine, I swear on that bitch

And I need more for this jet, lil' bitch

And I need more for this jet, lil' bitch

Diamonds on everything, yeah-yeah

Yeah, I had to buy up the VVS set

VVS diamonds all 'Guette, yeah

VVS diamonds, I bought me a jet, yeah

Yeah, it's a plane on my neck, yeah

Yeah, I could get you hit, yeah

Yeah, get you hit like you rat (Yeah)

Yeah, get you hit off your back

Uh, yeah, get hit in your neck

Uh, yeah, get you killed off a bet

Yeah, I'm on top of this shit

Yeah, I'm not letting off yet

Yeah, these niggas not shit

Yeah, they some pump-faking bitches

Yeah, yeah, I'm just stacking these riches

Uh, yeah, I go ball in this bitch

Uh, ayy, I gotta get rich

Uh, yeah, I bought me a Richard

Yeah, I'm feelin' real rich

Uh, yeah, I'm feelin' real rich

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Yeah, I could go buy me a jet

Yeah, I could go buy out the key

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS, baby

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS set

Yeah

Half of these niggas ain't never seen shit

Half of these bitches ain't never seen shit

Half of these niggas ain't never been rich

Half of these bitches ain't never been rich

Switch out the Rolls, and I hop out that bitch

Yeah, this is a plane on my neck

Huh, I could go buy out the set

Yeah, I'm rockin' VVS set

Yeah, I could go fuck on a jet

Yeah, I'm 'bout to fuck on a jet

Yeah, I got some bitches in here

Yeah, bitch I'ma fuck on a jet, yeah

Oh, yeah

Oh, yeah

Ayy yo, go two

No Pressure lyrics - Rich The Kid (feat. Playboi Carti)

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

With gang and I air it out

With slime and I bang it up

We banging, no weighing up

It's red and we pour it up

My diamonds they glowing up

She waiting, she wanna fuck

Be patient, I'm counting up

Be patient, I'm whipping up

I touch- aye

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch guap you can't touch

I touch thots you can't touch

I touch- what

I touch guap you can't touch

Syrup in town, I just touched

Still po' drop-

Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud

Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya

Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud

Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

[Rich The Kid:]

Riding on top I flex

I get the money mo' checks

Cash Carti crash the Rarri

Bitch she fucking on the molly

She give me top in that coupe

Riding round with the extra

50k on the necklace

I cum on that trick with no text

Bought some more chains, I'm flexin'

Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm counting my blessings

The sniper it come with compress

Walk in the mall and flex like a ref

Got out of jail bought a rolex

You niggas still flexin' like Bowflex

I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo

She jump on the dick like a kangaroo

[Playboi Carti:]

Money on my dresser

Glock with compressor

I don't want no pressure

These niggas too extra

I come with the extra

I won't talk, won't text ya

Fuck yo bitch, won't text

I want top, no sex

Ridin' on top, no flex

Blue hunnids, I catch up

Blue hunnids, who racked up?

I'm running them racks up

You finally catch up

I'm tatted don't give no fuck

I'm picking out karats, ya

Them prices we tear it up

Not Comin lyrics - Playboi Carti

I get the cash and I run it

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah, yeah

Cash Carti, moneybags, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh, I get the cash and I run it, yeah

I get the cash and I run it

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I get the cash and I run it

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

She gon' fuck me for my money (She gon' fuck me for my money)

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (What?)

She gon' fuck me money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I'ma fuck her 'cause I wanna, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah (What?)

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted

What? Yeah, uh (Wait)

Bitches not fuckin', not comin', yeah

Blowin' a bag like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Tossin' them racks like it's nothin' (Yeah)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

I get the cash and I run it (I get the cash and I run it)

She gon' fuck me for my money (She gon' fuck me for my money)

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (She gon' fuck me for my money)

I get the cash and I run it (What?)

She gon' fuck me money, yeah

She gon' fuck me for my money, yeah

I'ma fuck her 'cause I wanna, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah (What?)

We can hit the trap and get blunted, yeah

We can hit the trap and get blunted

What? Yeah, uh (Wait)

Bitches not fuckin', not comin', yeah

Blowin' a bag like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Tossin' them racks like it's nothin', yeah (Wait)

Not Real lyrics - Playboi Carti (AKA "Molly")

(Blatt)

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

I'm from the Flat, lil' niggas (Yeah)

We started trappin', nigga (Tssh)

We started rappin', nigga

These all black diamonds, nigga

Hang out with robbers, nigga

What you know about robbin' niggas?

What you know about TECs? (Tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh-tssh)

What you know about mobbin', nigga? (Slatt, tssh-tssh)

Look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

Yeah, look at these diamonds, they shinin', yeah

Look at these bitches, they lyin', yeah (Tssh)

Baby, these diamonds not Johnny, yeah

I just called up Avianne, yeah

I don't got no stylist, yeah (Slatt)

All my planes are private (Tssh)

Perkies on the private

We don't fuck with molly

We had to lay back on them pills (Tssh)

I just fucked the pint up

I'm finna set up in your field

Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real

I'ma spend my money on guns and pills

In Atlanta with a bitch, yeah, the bitch so bad

I'm on that lean, lil' bitch

Kick the bitch out, I didn't need the bitch (Tssh)

Ohh lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. JuiceSavage SSR)

[Playboi Carti:]

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

I flex on these niggas like ohh

My niggas on gun, they gon' shoot

My niggas won't tell like ohh

Walk into the bank I'm like ohh

Sippin' on drank I'm like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

A nigga so set like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I walk into the bank like ohh

I'm sipping my drank like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh yeah uh, ooh, ooh, ooh, damn, damn, damn

[JuiceDaSavage:]

When we step up in the party, bitches be like ohh

Niggas looking at us, they know we the fucking crew

We the gang, blood gang, you know how we move

I'm a shoot up out myself with that fucking tool

Hanging on the block, jugging rocks, it's what I used to do

Fiends hit the dope, they like ohh

I've been trappin' and finessin' since I stepped in the booth

I'm a young savage nigga I stay strapped when I move, ohh

Shoot a nigga if he move, ohh

[Playboi Carti:]

I'm blowing the check up like ohh

I'm fucking this bitch she be like ohh

She blowing my phone like ohh

I'm curving that bitch I'm like ohh

I'm serving these niggas like ohh

It's Maison Margiela like ohh

I flex on these niggas like ohh

My niggas on gun, they gon' shoot

My niggas won't tell like ohh

Walk into the bank I'm like ohh

Sippin' on drank I'm like ohh

Maison Margiela like ohh

I'm getting top on my coop

A nigga so set like ohh

Ohh, ohh, ohh

Outchea lyrics - Playboi Carti

Where the bad hoes from Tokyo?

With they bape on and they hair short

But my money long I don't say shit

I just pull up and they escort

Fuck a passport roll that Kush blunt

Get you higher than before

See the whole world with your eyes low

And your mouth closed you speechless (yeah)

She bend it back with no attitude

If this your girl then she creeping (damn)

Burn one and she gone (gone)

Burn two and I'm thrown (thrown)

Test drive that new whip (skrt)

Pull up too high in this bitch (bitch)

These white hoes love this pimp (this pimp)

They pops say stay from that nigga

Aye I'm sipping on this tea, getting lit (gettin' lit)

Chiefing on this tree (this tree), getting hit (gettin' hit)

Fuck all the cash I spend (all the cash)

I'm plotting on niggas tryna plot on my riches (ay)

I'm ducking from the bitches while I'm chasing these millions (ay)

Teenage dreams nigga hold on my feelings (Carti)

Fast life bitch, Nascar chilling

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I'm doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

Catch me with my clique with a forty and a knit

With a Cannon on record cause I'm doing this shit

Aye doing this shit, outchea straight doing this shit

678 (ay)

Shrimp on my plate

But the bread on the way, freshly baked (ay)

I've been waiting all day (ay)

Now the clouds all grey

From blowing this haze (ay)

Niggas gon' hate

That's cool with me

I'm a flossy nigga

Cause talk is cheap and you a salty nigga

I can smell you B

It's Cartier

You can't fuck with me

Check my wrist bruh

Like what time it be

Paper lyrics - Playboi Carti

Dexter

I'm still counting, aye, aye, aye

Nigga I'm still counting, nigga mad at me

Ya I'm still counting

Had to drop that bitch at home oh

She ain't bout it, had to

I had the Porsche all cloudy

Aye counting blue hundreds in the lobby

She a bad bitch, a real sloppy bitch

Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on

Dirty mix my Styrofoam, this my Styrofoam

She gone give me back fasho and this is not my hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Dirty mix my Styrofoam, this my Styrofoam

She gone give me back fasho and this is not my hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, bitch come get your hoe

Damn lil bro come get your hoe, come get your hoe man

Off the Porsche the Audi

Finesse you out your pockets bitch we bout it aye

Aye only rock designer, smoke exotic aye

Aye excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private yeah

Bad bitch gave me head in private

She ain't from Atlanta she exotic

Moving packs in straight exotic

Okay my shooters waiting on me in the lobby

Okay countin blue hundreds in the lobby

Paper, paper, paper out the fucking

Aye old hundreds

Bitch I been had that paper, paper out the fuckin

Fuck a nigga ya I'm so smashed

I just killed the rap game with my rap game

Look at my wrist game, bitch look how my dick swing

Aye Playboi Carti bitch we goin in

Okay Playboi Carti tell that hoe to google me

Okay my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep

Might just pull in creet

All my niggas 10 deep, All my niggas 10 deep

Shout out who 10 deep

Playboi Fresh Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

For matter for matter

I sign with it though okay

Pills be what you want

I got what you don't

Ferragamo, Monte Carlo

Make her swallow

I'm dripping sauce they follow

[Talking:]

Cash Carti bruh

2990 In this motherfucker

Do this shit daily bruh

Ay aye ya ya

Ya ya ya ya ya ya

Aye carti ya ya

Ya ya aye

For matter for matter (uh)

I sign with it though

Pills be what you want

I got what you don't

Ferragamo, Monte Carlo

Make her swallow

I'm dripping sauce they follow

Forgiato, shout out carlo

You can come back tomorrow

Traphouse jumpin'

If I fight my whole crew jumpin'

Got a couple pies in the oven

Tongue on the xan now she fuckin'

Like it's nothin' girl its nothin'

Niggas talkin' fashion boy I'm bout that action

And I'm just getting started

Pussy boy what's happenin

Niggas talkin' fashion boy I'm bout that action

Designer my wealth and my taste

I'm seeing the hate in his face

Fuck a nigga I get pussy

I told her to pick up her face

She giving me faith you all in her face

She giving me faith you all in her face

I can't even lie

I can't even decide

Which one of you hoes gone ride

My car two seats inside

We gone smoke while we ride

We gone smoke while we ride

Carti you know my name

Nigga like fuck the fame

Tryna get my wrist game

Tryna get my wrist game

Hell ion' shame

Southside nigga from lafla

All my niggas steal clout

Ridin' with the pistol in my lap

Man this shit too easy bruh

I'm a pass this shit to my nigga bruh

I'm smoking gas everyday

Shoutout to my nigga fresh

Popular lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1LTHY)

I've been popping shit up, uh-huh, I'm popular

My bitch is bad as fuck, she like to shop a lot

Two gunners, I don't see them behind all these bitches

Bad bitches come every day, when I want, yeah

Been outside, baby, I ain't even got no covers

Young nigga outside, yeah, I do what the fuck I want to

Birkin bag just for me, got a Glocky

Baddest bitch, when she see me, she gotta ride with me

She think she down, I just topped her back in

She think she down, everything I do cool

New crib, brand new, new house, brand new

Everything, yeah, it's brand new

Eliantte Vs like a swimming pool

Yeah, she swimming my way

Back in the day, they ain't used to—

Shawty don't fuck with me

Nigga, I paid, uh-uh, not tryna fuck no more

Real young nigga from the trenches on her house radar

Get this money, then I put it in her car somewhere

Workin'

Workin' hard

Two shooters in this bitch, uh, uh

I could boof up yo' muh'fuckin' car

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular (Yeah)

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

We get it poppin', nigga, I'm so popular

Took the roof off yo' car

She don't fuck with us punk stars

I got bad bitches, yeah, all in my roster

Shawty know she the baddest broad, uh

Fast cars, and some fast bitches

Richest nigga, but I'm from the real trenches (Okay)

My bitch, she bad, she know she can get it (Yeah)

I'm wakin' up with them big tickets

My diamonds big, nigga, you ain't seen these niggas

I'm so hi—high, I can touch the sky, bitch

I been fuckin' all the bitches, yeah

I'm the man now, uh-uh (Uh, uh, uh)

I need me a ride-or-die bitch

My bitch, she ridin' round with the squad, bitch

Police pulled her over, but she gotta hold the 9, bitch

Yeah, yeah

Pump Fake lyrics - Playboi Carti

I know you heard all about me

See me on TV, Instagram, bitch I'm poppin'

Cash Carti, Cash Carti, my lane, no stoppin'

Niggas sneak diss and they tryna plot me

Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck em

Fuck em, fuck em, find they hoes and fuck

Fuck 'em then dump 'em then dump 'em

I don't give no fucks yeah

Feel like Donald Trump now

I don't give a fuck yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake

Fuck that bitch, I pass her to my broady yeah

Pump fake

Fuck her then I pass her to my broady yeah

Pump fake

I don't need no bitch, I got another one

Pump fake

I don't give a fuck I got another one

Uh-uh-uh-uh

With my niggas off the Xans

We up at Follies throwin' bands

And all my niggas bout they actions yeah

Fuckin what you talkin' bout?

That twin 100 niggas bop

Green flax in a fuckin' pouch

Niggas know what we fuckin' bout

Ya-ya-ya-ya, all these niggas wanna bite my swag

Ya-ya-ya-ya, your bitch, she bought the shit

Ya-ya-ya-ya, she don't talk, she like ya-ya pimp

Young Carti that fuckin' pimp

Bitch I walk with a fuckin' limp

Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga

Rest in peace Pimp C my nigga

Young Cash Carti is that young nigga, is that young nigga

Shakes and shoppin' sprees nigga

Up in fuckin' London nigga

Up in fuckin' Paris nigga

2 cups I ain't sharin' nigga

Oh, I need a bag

I need a bitch with an ass

No attitude, just smash out

Young Carti that nigga

Steal my swag, steal my swag

Swag surfin' on the track

Hold up, let me get that band, ohh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Hold up, bitches on my dick

For what, for what?

Niggas wanna see me dead

Nig for what?

I got clout, I got clout

Hoes tryna give me mouth

Boy I pull them triggers out

We don't really run our mouth

I'm from Zone 3, Zone 3

13, skate town, with the bling

You know how I'm comin' bitch

Oh-ah

Know how I'm comin' bitch

Pull them dirty sticks

And we movin' dirty sticks

With the shit

Cash Carti got a bag

Got a Louis bag but I put some Gucci in that bag

Nigga fuck what you talkin' bout

All that shit you got

Young Carti been copped a big hat, nigga I'm hot

Nigga I'm hot

Young, hot, but I'm cool yeah

Bad bitch, she a fool yeah

Cash Carti, I cool y'all

But all my niggas, they booyah

Niggas yellin' like booyah

Hop in the bank like booyah

Hop in the ships like booyah

Hop in sets like booyah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah

Red Lean lyrics - Playboi Carti

All up in my jeans, all up in my jeans

All up in my jeans, crease all in my jeans

Hundred bands my jeans, Alexander McQueen

Yeah, they hating on me, red lean

I got lot of lean, red beam

'Cause I got the check, 'cause I got the Tech

Yeah, I run this shit, Goyard hold the dick

My car fast as shit, your broad on my dick

I don't want that bitch, I want top, no sex

I pull up on shit, diamonds wet like piss

Got these niggas sick, leave the check up quick

Ricky on me too, yeah, Raffy on me too

Damn, I flex on you, I just tell the truth

Half a mil, no deal, might pop one more pill

I was born to kill, that's why shit so real

Shooting like a sport, watch me clear the court

Won't show up to court, might just pour up more

Might count up some more then I go on tour

Money on the floor, I need bands like Floyd

Smoke that money, let's blow it

Smoke that money, let's blow it

Ridin lyrics - Playboi Carti

(What?)

(What? What?)

Yeah, and I put this on Onyx, I'm gon' ride for one (Yeah, ride, ride)

Homicide, homicide, homicide (Yeah)

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, uh, yeah, what)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Uh, tattoos on my motherfucking body

Uh, I can't fuck with no-fucking-body

Uh, popped the trunk, you know I grab the shotty

Uh, uh, you know I got it, uh

Diamonds all in my cuffs

Too many racks, they make me look buff, yeah

I'm in the trap, she playin' my stuff, yeah

Can't talk to the bitch, she like to get rough, yeah

I walk with the wolves

Yeah, we got them tools, I'm making a move

Put the bag on your head, hold up, boy you gon' lose, ooh

On the flip side, we ain't really had shit

Went our game up, and now we finally rich

Got a whole lotta shit, we was tossing them bricks, uh, yeah

I was busting those 'scrips, yeah, yeah

50k on the bitch

Yeah, let's go

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, ho', took my shirt off)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (Yeah, let's go, yeah)

(What, jump out, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Give me a break, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Niggas talking 'bout pressure

50k on my dresser, give that shit to a young boy

Do this shit on the regular

Nigga, give a fuck 'bout nothing

Fuck acting tough, bitch we really rough

Got a whole lotta guns, yeah, yeah

Steal you out your funds

Made it out the mud, yeah, now we having fun

Whole motherfucking bitches in here, we ain't hating no one, ah

Whole lotta bitches in here, they gon' fuck on something, okay

All this money on me, you know I gotta pay for events, okay

All this money I'm piling, I got a paper cut, yeah

Ooh, I'm really up, I'm really up, yeah

I'm so up, up, up, bitch I think I'm really stuck, yeah

You can't fuck us, yeah, we really cut shit, yeah

In the Front's, yeah, we pop it up right here bitch, let's go

Uh, jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Jump out the window, you feeling this shit

Ready the bitch, we ready to hit

Yeah, we ready for shit

Niggas ain't really wi-yeah

We ready for shit

Niggas ain't really with the bricks, yeah

(Ride!)

Homicide, homicide, homicide

Yeah, yeah

I already took my shirt off, hold up, yeah (Yeah, what? what?)

I'm ridin' with the windows down, yeah (What? Yeah, yeah)

Lord, can you please give me a break? (Lord, yeah)

Lord, can you spare me? (Okay)

Lord, can you spare me? Yeah

Lord, can you spare me?

Robber [2K14] lyrics - Playboi Carti

Posted with the mother fuckin chopper

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

I just took his bitch I'm a rob her

I just took his cash I'm a robber

My whole squad on smash we some robbers

You lookin for the pack you know I got it

If his trap boomin I'm a rob it

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

My cake don't make no

I fucked her in the face

She think I'm the shit

He mad I'm the shit

Xanax got me in my fucking feelings

Got a room filled with bad bitches I ain't tripping

Make a song about me boy you know you fuckin slipping

Got a team filled with shooters and none of them missing

Rest in peace Pimp C

Nigga before I pour this lean

Rollin off the fuckin lean

Mix the HITech with the bean

Fuck a bitch get this money I might just pass her to my team

She suck me til she...

Count money then I re-up

Missin up that nena, aquafina

Got some bricks up in the freezer

Block so hot come catch a fever

Punk up on my PO

Yung Carti not niño

Ash the blunt then reload

Rob the plug for a kilo

Pack go missin like Nemo

Chillin at Phipps with a bad hoe

Everyday shit boy you know

Posted with the mother fuckin chopper

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

I just took his bitch I'm a rob her

I just took his cash I'm a robber

My whole squad on smash we some robbers

You lookin for the pack you know I got it

If his trap boomin I'm a rob it

Bitch I'm a mother fuckin robber

Rockstar Life lyrics - Playboi Carti

Rockstar shit, yeah

Smokin' on my cig', yeah

Got a bad lil' bitch, yeah

And this bitch so thick, yeah

Clown, uh, come on, huh

(D. Hill)

Uh, uh, uh

Yeah, uh

I want more, yeah

Slatt, yeah, hold up

Pop this trunk, real, yeah (Real, yeah)

I'm 'bout to make this bitch strip, yeah (Strip)

Yeah (Yeah), I'm 'bout to give this bitch a tip (Yeah)

Homixide (Yeah), I'm 'bout to put this bitch on a flick (Yeah)

Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, yeah), YSL cheetah, G (Yeah)

She's a cheetah, she a cheetah, she with me again (Oh, yeah)

Don't get caught in the mix talkin' 'bout me again (Ah)

I made an opp pack, yeah-yeah, he lost his brain, man (He dead)

He need a surgeon, a surgeon, yeah (What?)

Everything I do, I put it in bottles, since— (Yeah)

Upside down, crashed the Scat, but I'm worth it, yeah (What? Yeah)

Pussy ass nigga (Yeah), get to workin', yeah (Okay)

Yeah, diamonds on my arm, and my bracelet, yeah (Uh-uh)

Pussy niggas, yeah, they still hating, yeah (Uh-uh)

Niggas hate, they ain't even in my bracket, yeah (What? What? What? What? What?)

I'm in L.A., like what's braggin'? Yeah (Bitch)

Uh-uh

Niggas not me, yeah, rockstar life, the Bimmers as black as the blunts is (Yeah, yeah)

Pretty as fuck, baby, like I'm Billie Jean, yeah (Yeah)

Uh-uh (What?)

Watch how I lean, I got racks on my sleeve

I'm that shit, I'm that being, yeah-yeah, uh-uh (Yeah)

Don't call my phone (Yeah), I been gettin' it (Yeah), yeah, uh-uh (What?)

All these hoes like to tweet, yeah-yeah, uh-uh

Audemar playin', that's just my time, Homixide

I been on some shit, I been on that Carti mode (Mellow)

All these niggas know that I been havin' more (What?)

And I been havin' the most, uh-huh (What? Yeah)

Turned the bitch into a ghost, uh-huh (Yeah)

(Homixide, Homixide), I'ma thug it out

I been a pro (Okay)

I'm a young nigga (Okay), I might fuck the bitch on a GoPro (Okay)

Sell drugs, somethin' on the low (Okay)

If I see an opp comin', yeah, aim at the ho (Okay, okay)

We gon' aim at the 'o, huh-huh

If we see the cops behind us, we gon' crash, on the dough, huh-huh

We might crash on your folks, I might kick through yo' door (Why?)

I gotta let you hoes know (Why?)

Young nigga, billy goat

Throw your horns up, ho

Throw your horns up, ho (Yeah)

Run It lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Playboi Carti:]

Ya'll thought a nigga was gone huh?

Now we back here again with another D Nas exclusive

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

[Lil Yachty:]

I get the guap then I flip it, aye

Ice on my wrist sick like syphilis

Nigga mad boat fuck his mistress

India love on my wish list

Sawed off shotty for the bodies

If I see Purpp that's a homi

That's on my soul, that's on God

(Fuck Purpp)

For of my brothers I ride, ride

Run off the wheels on that five

I need that honey that hive

Pull up on em Five Guys

I ain't talkin' burgers, fries

I slapped the stack on her thighs

I give a fuck bout the bread

Fuck up that fuck up for pleasure

Box full of jewelry like treasure, Lil Boat!

[Playboi Carti:]

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

saturn lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hold on, is that Racki

One more time

What

What what what

What

What what what

I got a draco in my bookbag, lil bitch

That motherfucker got a kickback on it

That motherfucker got a kickback on it

And I put this on opps, I'mma leave my opp on the scene

And lay my bitch down in the islands

He ain't got no gun, had to fuck his bitch

It's a push up bitch lil bitch

We gone push up bitch lil bitch

And I'm taking shit

Ain't no raising it

Ain't no fish or shit

Everyday a bright day, so I made a wish

Everyday a bright day, so she suck my dick

Right now, right now

Hold this shit down, hold this shit down

Bitch I'm a king but I'm trynna pet my crown

Hold this shit down (Push up)

Push up, push up yeeah

Push up (What)

Push

Ppp (Slatt)

Ppp

Ride around town with a draco

D-R-A-C-O

Ride around town with a draco

D-R-A-C-O yeah

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O

D-R-A-C-O (Woowoo)

What

What what what

What

What what what

No oh

Sauce lyrics - Playboi Carti

[Commentator:]

Hey Hey Hey! It's time to make some crazy money!

Are you ready? Here we go!

[Playboi Carti:]

(Pipe up)

Aye sauce em' up like melo

Aye sauce em' up like melo

She can't even come over unless she bring her friend no fellow

Aye sauce em' up like melo

She can't even come over unless she bring her friend no fellow

Yung Carti Yung Creflo

Count em' up like Creflo

(Pipe up!)

Shooters on my front porch

(Pipe up!)

Serve you at the front door

(Pipe up!)

Goons, Thugs, Cutthroats

(Pipe up!)

How could I front those

Them blocks, them blocks, them blocks

Yeah we run those

My chain, my watch, my watch

Yeah I'm so cold (money bags)

Nigga's talkin' fashion 'bout that action

I went nino uh

Moving in a rover

Moving with a odour

Zill out than I go out

Yo bitch make me throw up

Diamonds do the hold up

Make a play than pour up

Diamonds do the hold up

Make her play than- aye

Posted in the booth with the boof

Posted in the booth with the boof

That bitch ain't fucking we gone kick her off the roof

She said "ya'll niggas speak the truth"

We say true

Countin' up, fillin' up me trues

She ain't gotta ask me what I do

Thumbin' through the check with my crew

(She gone fuck on me, then my crew)

(She gone fuck on me, then my crew)

Shawty In Love lyrics - Playboi Carti

What are you talking about? (I'm tired)

I do want to go but I can't (Beep)

(I'm tired)

Hello?

I wanna go

Carti, I wanna go to Pluto with you

Carti, I wanna go to Pluto

(Pssh, beep, pssh)

(Pssh)

Turn me up

Check it out (Pssh)

Ooh, 808 (Slatt, what? Yeah, slatt, beep, slatt, ooh, slatt)

29, check it out (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Uh, you know what I'm sayin'? (Slatt)

Southside (What? Southside)

I just (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

Shawty in love with the beat (What? Shawty)

Shawty in love with the beat (What?)

I'm in the car, I got the bass (What?)

Shawty wanna hear the lil' beat (What?)

I got that bitch, I do not play

Shawty just wanna get beat (What?)

I got that bitch all on my plate (What?)

Shawty just wanna get beat (Yeah)

Fucking that bitch, back in the Wraith (Yeah, beep)

Fuckin' that bitch in the seat (What?)

Hop in the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith

Yeah, she handle the meat, uh

In the back of the Wraith, back of the Wraith

Yeah, she handle the meat (What?)

I got a crib with the gate (Ooh)

Yeah, my grass is green

Yeah, my car is clean

Ayy, my car extreme (I got the green, what?)

It's hot as it seems (I got the green)

It ain't hard as it seems

Nigga done shot at a nigga, done shot up a nigga for days

All of my niggas rock Margiela, all of my niggas appraised

Walk in that bitch, we just walking inside

We tryna see what's inside (Check it out, check it out)

We tryna see if it's right (Check it out, check it out)

We tryna see what's the price (What?)

Repping that muhfuckin' slatt (Slatt)

Free my lil' nig', get sliced

You try, they will get you dead

Lil' boy, you selling the Sprite (Let's go, let's go)

Lil' boy, you betta get right, ooh (Let's go, let's go)

Lil' boy, you betta get tight, ooh (Let's go, let's go)

I hit, I'm spendin' the night (Let's go)

Put the lil' bitch on the flight, yeah (Let's go, let's go)

I got the Xans, I got the Percs (What?)

I put that bitch in the Sprite (Let's go)

I got that dope, I got that dope

I got that shit make you bite (Let's go)

Bando, ho, no light (Let's go)

Bend over, ho, get piped (Let's go)

Bend over, ho, get right (Let's go, what? What? Let's go)

Back it up, ho, get right

Back it up, ho, get right (What?)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, bitch)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)

All of my jeans, they tight (Tight, tight)

All of my niggas, they tight

All of my niggas, we tight

Shooting that boy on the sight

Stupid lil' boy, we ain't tight

Fuck that lil' nigga, ain't tight

Pussy ass nigga ain't tight

Lil' ass nigga ain't tight

Pussy ass nigga ain't tight

Lil' ass boy ain't tight

Lil' ass kid ain't tight

Lil' ass nigga ain't tight

Nah, that nigga ain't tight

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' that bih in the head

Shawty in love with a geek

I give your ho a lil' deal

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' pills

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' them motherfuckin' seals

Shawty in love with the geek

Poppin' that bih in the head

Shawty in love with a geek

I give your ho a lil' deal, she don't know nothin' 'bout me

Smash lyrics - Playboi Carti

Shawty suck my dick in the bathroom

Then she popped a xanny in the bathroom

That's what them racks do

I'm movin' packs too

Nigga come through I'm boomin' in the drive thru

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

All I wanted in this life of mine

I can't let a hoe explore my mind

I'm off the dope, I'm off my mind

She tryna kick it, I'm never off my grind boy that's mine

Catch me flippin' plays all the time

Coke shawty yeah and yo hoe a sideline

Bad yellow bone stay blowin' my line

Goin' off this check bitch I'm flexin got no time

If I die you better know

I did a lot of shit that these niggas can't ignore

Fuck a lot whores

All these metaphors

Model bitches that niggas can't afford

I just went inside of Phipps and spent on Tom Ford

Shawty suck my dick in the bathroom

Then she popped a xannie in the bathroom

That's what them racks do

I'm movin' packs too

Nigga come through I'm boomin' in the drive thru

And if that nigga lookin' goofy he get robbed too

I ain't one of these lame niggas you can talk to

Bitch I'm bout this check don't make me smash on you

Don't make me smash on you [x8]

Smash Pt. 2 lyrics - Playboi Carti

Juggin' and finessin', fuck that bitch, leave her abandoned

Trap house be abandoned, posted with my bandits

Lame niggas can't stand me, diamonds on me dancin'

Tell me who the man is, tell me who the man is

Bricks on the floor, cameras in the room

Two cups, styrofoam, bitch I'm on the moon

Keep the chopper on me, when I'm on the move

Money in my trues, and these bitches on me choosin'

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on my dick

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on this shit

Word around town, young Carti on his shit

I had to jugg that nigga cause' he wasn't with the shits

Niggas talkin' drugs, he ain't never seen them bricks

I'm probably in South Fulton keeping that muhfucka lit

Cops come, track meet, we all split

If a nigga get caught, I don't know shit

I can't tell a soul, I'm on my own shit

Ya buddy unfamiliar, I don't know him

Sneakdissin' lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah

(PLUG!)

I know these niggas watching, I know the

I know these naggas watching, I know these niggas plotting

I know these niggas plotting, Ugh!

Sneak dissing, Sneak dissing have your bitch missing

In the kitchen water whipping boy we been getting it

I know these niggas watching, I know these niggas watching

Plotting!

I know these niggas plotting, I know these niggas plotting

Tryna call twelve on us, you a bitch

I know you heard trap house be the shit, Ugh!

Thirty bitches, dirty kitchen, we the shit, Ugh!

A hundred bands outfit, a hundred bands a outfit, Ugh!

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Yeah, fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh! Fuck what they talking bout

Yeah Yeahh!

Soul lyrics - Playboi Carti

You already know, you already know

(Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

You already know

Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah)

I ain't gotta lie, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, girl you ain't his hoe

I swear this bitch she gon' ride, she won't tell a soul

I got fam in jail ready to come home

I got it on that scale, and know it off the dome

I swear I get it off, like I get it on

Girl that's why I'm on, tell me what you on

Come and pop this Perc, and you won't feel it all

Come and sip this drink, and you won't feel it, yo

Tell me what you think, and let's get with it on

I ain't gotta lie, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, girl you ain't his hoe

You already know girl, you already know

You already know girl, you already know

He can't kill our vibe, he can't kill our vibe

He can't kill our vibe, no he can't

(She won't tell a, she won't tell a soul)

(Yeah, you already know, you already know)

Splur Gang lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. UnoTheActivist & ThouxanbandFauni)

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, money bags

Bags, nigga cash, splur

Money bags nigga, ey

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Bling bling bling my language not no chit-chat

I pull up to the Fendi shorty swear on this and that

The taste you tastin' in her mouth that's just my aftermath

You say you counted seven stacks but I done spended that

Don't hit my line with all that hot shit just say that I need that

I see these niggas plottin', they don't even know I'm strapped

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[UnoTheActivist:]

Young nigga juggin' on the flat

Young nigga juggin' had to get it back

I'm a young nigga, I be on that four shit

I be with my young niggas, they on they go-dumb shit

And a young nigga tryna make a shade

Young nigga, every day I'm gettin' baked

Young nigga juggin' in LA

Young nigga cool in ghetto shades

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Bling bling bling my language not no chit-chat

I pull up to the Fendi shorty swear on this and that

The taste you tastin' in her mouth that's just my aftermath

You say you counted seven stacks but I done spended that

Don't hit my line with all that hot shit just say that I need that

I see these niggas plottin', they don't even know I'm strapped

[Playboi Carti:]

Unh, splur, splur, splur, splur, splur

Cash, cash, splur

[ThouxanbandFauni:]

Don't hit my line with that hot shit just say that you need that

I see these niggas plottin', they don't even know I'm strapped

She say, Fauni you ain't shit except for this and that

I put my dick out on that bitch, she started kissin' that

And if you ain't talkin' bout bread boy, I'll be gettin' that

Drugs or hoes, either way you know I'm hittin' that

I don't wear floral boy I just smoke it straight out the back

LA can see my whole existence, y'all be dissin' that

I'm puttin' niggas on, I swear to God I'm givin' back

And if you push me to the limit, you'll regret that

Compared to mine, some diamonds in your mouth look like some plaque

Final Fantasy, I'm savin' clouds like I am zack

Can't be no trendy nigga because that shit so wack

Chattanooga Tennessee where I spent my summers at

Lived in the city

Lived in the suburbs

Burnin' purp, burnin' bands, burnin' rubber

Gettin' more green gettin' flubber

Gettin' more green gettin' flubber

All these unfamiliars round me always lookin' at

Is it cause the chick I'm with you probably thought you had?

Lookin' fabulous when I jug you just throw it in the back

[Playboi Carti:]

Ey yeah baby, go 'head and throw that in the back that ain't shit

Niggas over here gettin' money, nigga, money bags, nigga

Money bags, ya, ey, unh

Ey, designer this, designer that

Ey, exotic bitch, exotic pack

I can't bitch on the scene, boy, I'm in the trap

She can't wear no leggings around me, boy, I don't like that

Sick his bitch with my wrist, he ain't like that

Loud pack, rollin' on my iPad

These Versace shades, I can't see that

All white bricks, all white bricks, my Chanel bag

I'm just life for life

I still took that flight

Fucked her the first night

Syrup sit on ice

Cash my appetite

These niggas ain't right

These niggas ain't right

I'm loaded on sight

Damn

Ey, Cash Carti man, UnoTheActivist man

You fauni nigga?

Shouts to my nigga King [?] on [?]

This shit nae nae

You don't know nothin' bout this shit boy

We out

Squad (Firearm) lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert

[Playboi Carti:]

Made in China

I'm with the squad, uh

I'm with the squad (Beep)

I'm with the squad, uh (Beep)

I'm with the squad, ayy

I'm with the squad, ayy, uh, yeah

All of my niggas are loyal, ayy

All of my niggas are Gucci, ayy, ayy (Ayy, ayy, ayy, what?)

All of my niggas are loyal, ayy

All of my niggas are Gucci, ayy

Walking around with the toolie, ayy

And my lil' partner, she shoot, ooh, uh

Spending my money, you broke, ayy

All of my niggas are thugs

All of my niggas salute, uh (Yeah)

I just broke up with my bitch

I fell in love with my ruger (Pew-pew, pew)

I got the Pyrex Vision (Yeah)

Pass me the blunt and I'm hittin' it (Pass me the blunt and I'm hittin' it)

I whip it, I get it

Actin' a fool in the kitchen

Count it up, count it up, get it (Count it up)

Call up the plug, we gettin' it (Count it up)

Uber but I ain't in it (Count it up)

Uh, boy, get your bands up

Knock it off ho, get ya hands up (Mount it up)

Been in the block with the handle

I got that roll, uh

I got, I got the roll

Playin' your bih (What?)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Uh, yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I got that roll, yeah, I got that roll (I'm with the squad)

I got that roll, uh, I got that roll (And I'm with the squad)

I let her dome me, fucked her 'til 5 in the morning

Yeah, I got rich (Yeah)

Came up off these shows

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Real shit, yeah, yeah)

Die 'lone, know I gotta keep my firearm

Firearm, firearm, firearm (Tu-tu-tu)

In my whip I'm flyin'

Bad girl on my left (Yeah)

Bad bitch on my right arm (Damn)

Damn, your heels, they so high

Yeah, get your height on (Yeah)

Smoke that gas like Shaggy, told that girl I'll ride on

Dipped in that gold, yeah

Stick to the code (Huh?)

Yeah, I got that roll, yeah

I got that roll

[Playboi Carti:]

I got that roll, uh, I, I got the roll

Playin' your bitch (What?)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Pew pew, pew)

I'm with the squad

I'm with the squad (Uh, yeah)

All of my niggas are loyal, uh

All of my niggas are Gucci, uh

Uh, ya, all of my niggas are loyal

All of my niggas are Gucci

Uh, ya, all of my niggas are loyal

All of my niggas are Gucci

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

I got that roll, yeah, I got that roll (I'm with the squad)

I got that roll, uh, I got that roll (And I'm with the squad)

I let her dome me, fucked her 'til 5 in the morning (Yeah)

Yeah, I got rich (Yeah)

Came up off these shows

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Real shit)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Huh?)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Huh?)

Playboi Carti only Vlone thug that I know (Ha)

Talk lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hol'up, who that bangin' on my door?

If a nigga try to rob me, I'm a blow him in the throat

Hold up, don't be blowin' up my phone

Sounding like a little hoe, about some coke you fucking hoe

It's Cartier, these diamonds let you niggas know

You see these 100's, these 100's, nigga we blow

Fuck her under covers, my nigga until the morn'

She say, Carti why you actin' funny?

Ever since you got some money, you been frontin' on me

Say no more!

The new cars, the new broads, you so bright but you so lost

Damn! You let the lean get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

You so bright but you so lost!

Sippen' on this act, don't know how to act

My little whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back!

My little whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back!

So fuckin' Lost

Lost

Lost

So, so fuckin' lost

Lost

Talk (ICYTWAT Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hol' up, who that bangin' on my door?

If a nigga try to rob me I'm a blow him in his throat

Don't be blowin' up my phone

Sounding like a little hoe about some coke you fucking hoe

It's Cartier these diamonds let you niggas know

You see these 100's, these 100's nigga we blow

Fuck her under covers my nigga until the morn'

She say Carti, why you actin' funny?

Ever since you got some money you been frontin' on me

Say no more

The new cars, the new broads, you so bright but you so lost

Damn, you let the lean get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

Don't let the drugs get you so gone

You so bright but you so lost

Sippin' on this act don't know how to act

My little whoadie got my back, he'll blow you back!

My little whoadie got the strap, he'll blow you back!

The Omen lyrics - Playboi Carti

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, Uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a dirty mix

I mixed the whole fo'

Gotta keep my ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

I'm trappin' out with my folks

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm baggin' up a O

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm count a whole O

Smashing all your hoes

Pass her to my folks

Trying on some clothes

Designer be my 'drobe

Marc Jacobs be my coat

She stressin' on your mind

My dick all in her throat

Ho, go, go, go, Carti

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo' ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can't share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo'

Gotta keep a ho

She gon' mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I'm trappin' with my folks

These Niggas Mad At Me lyrics - Playboi Carti

Okay

I ain't trippin', just cashin' out, I ain't trippin'

(Get the money)

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin', ayy

Carti walked in, they ain't seen me in a minute

Been trappin' out the hotel since they let me out on bail

They let me out of hell

And pour up to this shit 'cause real niggas don't tell

This new gun that I got

It don't even leave shells, ayy

Keep a white bitch, fat ass, long hair, ayy

Sucked the soul out me, man, that ho left me pale, damn

I might as well spend it all on this bitch

(Might just spend it all on this bitch, I might as well)

I might as well, ayy

(Damn, uh, damn, damn)

I feel like I'm the reason why these niggas tryna get it

Pulled up in a foreign, man, I told that ho, "Get in"

(Ethereal)

(Foreign, man, I told that ho, "Get in")

I told her I ain't trippin', ayy

I feel like I'm the reason why these niggas tryna get it

I ain't trippin', just cashin' out, I ain't trippin'

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin', ayy

Let me get him out your way, uh

Let me get him out your way

Let me get him out your face

If you got it like you say you got it let me come your way

Okay, but please don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Boy, don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, okay

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Please don't bring nobody, uh

Boy, don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Tryna Be Me lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Skepta)

[Playboi Carti:]

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch

I just want some sex, I just want some sex, honestly

You know what I'm saying?

I'm in LA (Cash Carti)

I might be in Toronto next week

I'm all over the place, bitch

Ayy, Cash Carti (Yeah)

I'm on my different shit

I can't trust these bitches 'cause these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit)

All that

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Moneybags (I can't serve you)

Young niggas tryna be me

Young niggas tryna be me

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Aye, I can't serve you I can't serve you was on the corner trippin'

I can't serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye

Alexander McQueen, boy I tuck it in my vest

Yung Carti been ballin', bitch, nothin' but net

Bad bitch she came over, she came, yeah

Bad bitch she came over, gave a young nigga neck (I got it)

Took his bitch to my crib, yeah that hoe so impressed

And I start pourin', and I start pourin'

Then I start pourin', that bitch started to undress

And you know this ice, and you know this ice

Boy you know this ice around my neck, I don't wanna speak

Boy you know I keep a fucking Tec, boy, talk is cheap

Boy I keep that on the seat, foreign drive by, sheesh

Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't fuck with pussy boys

Aye, aye, aye

Probably catch me in a foreign, going to where the money going

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

[Skepta:]

Aye, aye

We never see these pussy hoes, only see these checks

Say you getting stacks, but most of your Gs in debt

I see your bitch checking out your clothes

And I don't think she's impressed

Oh, what this tee right here?

Nah, they ain't released this yet

But that's a mad ting right here

I'm killing these niggas bring some flowers

Nah this ain't a regular pack

I'm smoking some different powers

Niggas in that cellular antics

You working with some different powers

Put your girl in a single mattress

On my dick for hours

I told her wait, one sec get off me

Your hands are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly

Fuck this bullshit, let's get back to the money scheme

Feel like I'ma die soon, man I keep getting funny dreams

Told your baby mama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please

That's my nigga with the dreads and the dungarees

Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs

Got niggas buzzin' like some bumble bees

They never trouble me, nah

I ain't worried bout no bitch

[Playboi Carti:]

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, aye

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap

It was the other day, it was the other day

It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah

I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah

I ain't worried, yeah yeah. hold on

(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back

Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap)

Ur The Moon lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

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

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

I'm in the high, she's in the heat, uh (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 wanted me to sign her butt, yeah, uh (hahahahahahaha)

Whippin' that ho with the fendi

Yeah-yeah, I was lookin' for benji

I had smoke 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

That's a lil'-ass 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

Schyeah

Stand 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 concern (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 diehard (huh?)

I fuck her, blackout, yeah, then put it in chrome heart

The bentley, it's push-start (uh)

I'm a bully, I push hard (yeah, s'yeah)

Drivin' off drugs, this my go-kart (s'yeah)

Different day, ha (s'yeah)

We came out on sunday

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, he on leftose, yeah

Schyeah, thinkin' about it

Now it's just g5's, yeah, I don't do layovers

Vlone Thug lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. UnoTheActivist)

[Playboi Carti & Uno:]

V LONE thug

(V LONE thug, turn my voice up)

Tats on my neck

Jit in my blunt

Keep my 40 tucked

Lil bih gon' bust

Yep, uh, uh

V LONE thug

(I'm a V LONE thug)

Yams in my cup

V LONE Thug

Let shawty po' me up

Yeah, yeah

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Let shawty pour it up, let shawty pour me up

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Let shawty pour it up, let shawty pour me up

Tats on my neck, jit in my blunt

Keep my 40 tucked, I keep my 40 tucked

V LONE thug, Yams in my cup

Shawty pour me up, let shawty pour me up

VLone thug call it what you want

Said she wanna fuck me first, you gotta fuck my blood

Pull up to the block the AK on the trunk

Ay, smoke a jit pack, smoke a purp blunt

Chit chat, piss pat, snitch bad

VLONE thug shawty fuck my blood

I bang with them bloods

South Atlanta thug

VVS my Gums, Three Ring LeBron

Uh, chopper in the park

I don't pop my tongue

She like to use her tongue

Fuck your hoe for none

Doir jeans for nothin'

Goyard waist for nothin'

Had you doing [?]

Ay, call-a my phone

Ay, what do you want?

Oh leave me alone

Oh wait I'm a VLONE

Hey, hop on the block

A, K in the trunk

Ay, dat ain't yo stash

Ooh, Perry got money

Hey, sunday is sunny

Ooh, play with the hunnies

Ooh, play with them benji's

Trap buzzing is standard

Oi one is attending

Time killing no limit

Shawty fuck my blood

She been with them bloods

South Atlanta thug

They call me the plug

Robin's with the wings

VVS my Gums

Choppers in the trunks

We So Proud Of Him lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him

Feel like Pac and them (I'm so proud of him)

Feel like God and them (We so proud of him)

I'm so proud of him, we so proud of him

I'm so proud of him, we so proud of him

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him (okay)

Ooh girl look at him

You can't get like him, can't you dress like him?

You can't move like him, you can't do like him

You ain't real crew then, ooh, how you shoot with them?

How you move with them? How you true to them?

Where the fuck were you like last year?

Yeah we do to them, might shoot at them (pew, pew, pew)

Ooh, get rude with them, oh, you due to them

Who the fuck is them? My bitch partied there

Who invited you? I can't lie to you?

Yo' hoe in my ear

I'm inside in her, I'ma slide in her

ICYTWAT, Mexiko, how I started, yeah

Kill 'em with yo' ad-lib, ooh, yeah yeah yeah

I got lots of bags, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I got lots of cash, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I get on a bitch, eat it up, ooh, for breakfast

I got lots of bitches, on my phone, they from Texas

And we got that tech, from that Texas, so we ready

So I keep that strap, for your bitch, and I'm ready

Give me Becky (and she going), I won't telly

In my telly, ooh ooh, and she tellin' (what she tellin'?)

I get bitches, I want sloppy, she got sloppy

Oh my Goddy, that's a shame, Oh my Goddy

In the lobby, ooh ooh, off the molly, ooh ooh

Hoe we rolling, ooh ooh, don't try to spot me, ooh ooh

See these diamonds? I feel like Rocky

I'm so cocky, I got thotties

And they ready, and they going, they on go

Don't call my phone when you see young Carti go (when you see me go)

And you see young Carti go

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

What lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Uno The Activist)

[Playboi Carti:]

What [x8]

Hoe you talk too much, fuck my money up

Can't fuck money up, let's fuck some money up

What [x8]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gon' spent these bucks, you gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

Up in Follies boy, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What [x4]

[UnoTheActivist:]

I don't give a fuck

Keep that 40 tucked

Nigga try your luck

What, what

Nigga knuck, get bucked

Dersert leave you stuck

And that choppa up

What, what

We don't give no fucks

Run up in ya crib and tie up your mom

What, what

I don't never sweat

And I got a weapon

Leave a nigga wet

What, what

Leave a nigga neck

What, what

Disrespect my set

I got hella checks

I be sippin' Tec

What, what

Hoe you not my hoe, get it through your head

Only want the neck

What, what

Choppas with a pointer

Why you falling short

Call in my report

What, what

You call him, I report him

What, what

Audi sitting on Forgis

What, what, what

Sitting on Forgis

[Playboi Carti:]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gonna spent these bucks, You gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

Up in Follies boy, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What [x8]

Your hoe talk too much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, hoe I'm like what's up

What [x8]

Money counting up, hoe can't count it up

I'm gonna spent these bucks, You gon' come to fuck

What [x8]

What (Remix) lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Chris Fresh, Madeintyo , Lil Yachty & UnoTheActivist)

[Madeintyo:]

I smoke that gas outta blunt, I get whatever I want

I see that ass from the front, I take that bitch out for lunch

I put that dick in the gut, shawty you know you a slut

Nigga Uno pulled up, smoking gas out the blunt

I mix the Bape with the 'Preme, shawty you know that you mean

Lil nigga on the bean, taking one for the team

Sizzle fresh with the sauce, Uno, Carti taking off

Tokyo I been a boss, never will take a loss

(What what) I smoke that gas out a blunt

(What what) I get whatever she want

(What what) I see that ass from the front

Tokyo do what he want, Tokyo do what he want!

(What what) I smoke that gas out a blunt

(What what) I get whatever she want

(What what) I see that ass from the front

[Lil Yachty (Lil Boat):]

Lil Boat! Woah!

Damn, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Boat!

V8 my motor, don't talk to me vulgar, my bitch she do coke and she can't [?]

Was sagging my pants just like you think a felon would

Fuck up that fuck up, I fuck it up well

Young youth slayer, check me out on Fader, posing for the bitches, I got many riches

Who said Boat was broke? Hell nah, what? I'm a sore broker

Catch me off of strokers, molly drank dropping, my bitch Cathy Katherine

Black dick gobbling, I'm a real nigga

Lack Hilfiger, but I love my niggas, diamonds for my niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah

What? Wrist, wrist, wrist, what?

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, like what?

I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, nigga what?

Nigga try Boat, thirty at his nose, bitch it ain't a joke

QC til' I'm dead, diamonds on his head, he gon' end up dead

Now his Ma'ma like-

[Playboi Carti:]

(What what what what what what what what) (Cozy Boyz)

Hoe you talk to much, Fuck my money up

Can't fuck money up, Let's fuck some money up

(What what what what what what what what)

Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, Hoe I'm like what's up

(What what what what what what what what)

Money counting up, Hoe come count it up

I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to fuck

(What what what what what what what what)

Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

[Uno The Activist:]

(What what)

I don't give a fuck

Keep that 40 tucked

Nigga try your luck

(What what)

Nigga knuck ya buck, desert leave you stuck

And that choppa up

(What what)

We don't give no fucks, run up in ya crib

And tie up your moms

(What what)

I don't never sweat, and I gotta weapon

Leave a nigga wet

(What what) (Cozy Boys)

Leave a nigga neck

(What what)

Disrespect my set, I got hella checks, I be sipping Tec

(What what)

Hoe you not my hoe, get it through your head, only want the neck

(What what)

Choppas with a pointer, why you falling short, call em my report, you call him my reporter

(What what)

Audi sitting on forgis, while you sit on porch

[Playboi Carti:]

Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust

Come over to fuck, Hoe I'm like what's up

(What what what what what what what what)

Money counting up, Hoe come count it up

I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to fuck

(What what what what what what what what)

Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks

Fuck a stripper hoe, I'm like nigga for what

What We Doin lyrics - Playboi Carti

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Whole-Whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

My Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Whole-Whole gang posted on my front porch

(DAM Brandon!)

Ugh! What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, uh uhh

Everywhere I go I make a movie yeah

I told that hoe let go hold still, let's make a movie yeah

Uhh! She don't talk to me, she just do me yeah

I said my crib filled with bitches like a movi... How much you moving uhh!

Aye! Crib filled with packs like a movie uhh!

Two phones, two hoes backdoor, Go out my backdoor

That's your main hoe, That's my "where you at hoe"

Ba-Ba-Ba-Balenciaga diamonds girl you ain't seen those

Got my whole gang posted on my front porch

Eat your Cheerios, Hoe I'm on flex mode

Riding in my city in a Porsche, bitch 2 door!

Two door, two hoes, man who hoes?

Girl get in, girl get in with the top doe!

Top door, bitch I let off the top blow

Extendo bitch I'm rolling up the good smoke, yeahh

Ugh! What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, yeah yeah

What we doin, what we doin, uh uhh

Everywhere I go I make a movie yeah

I told that hoe let go hold still, let's make a movie yeah

Uhh! She don't talk to me, she just do me yeah

I said my crib filled with bitches like a movi... How much you moving uhh!

XXL Freshman 2017 - Playboi Carti Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, yeah, hide it in my sock

Hide it in my sock, ooh

Serving that rerock

First I park my car, uh

Then I pour the Wock, uh

I'm a Wock-star, uh

I'm a pop star, ayy

Pop a lot of beans, ayy

She just on the team, ayy

She just wanna fiend, ayy

She just want a drink, ayy

I just got a new hoe, that's my favorite bitch, ayy

I just got a new watch, diamonds on my wrist, ayy

Yeah, ayy, nigga watch this, ayy, LV's up, uh

Kim Jones in my line, had the plug up, ayy

All these hoes wanna fuck 'cause my money up, ayy

Counting all this cash got a nigga money tired, ayy

Nigga ain't right then a nigga getting fired

I don't really fight nigga, hit 'em where he lying, ayy

Stop the capping, stop the lying

Yo Pi'erre! lyrics - Pi'erre Bourne (feat. Playboi Carti)

Yo!

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]

Aye we outside, we here (yo)

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere (at all)

You should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

You should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere (yuh)

Yo, should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

[Playboi Carti:]

I got real ice on my Rollie, uh, fuck the police

All these bitches swear they know me, they don't know me

I got big guap guacamole, white hoe call her Cody

Titties fat, told her show me, high beam, nigga Rollie

In the hood with my Rollie, East Atlanta with Young Nudy

Shawty fuck me, yeah, she choosing, fuck me like a groupie

A.K with that toolie, uh, in that bih we foolie

Your shit do not move me, uh, all my niggas foolie foolie

[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]

Aye we outside, we here (yo)

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere

You should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

Everybody want me to come out here (what, what)

You should get to know Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere

Yo, should get to know Pi'erre (what)

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yeah I'm up next, I'm the best

No flex, whatever [?]

Hit it from the back, collision and then we crash

Aye I wake up, the breakfast in the bag (what, what)

I just made some bands in my sleep (what)

Quit my job, told 'em I'm making beats (go, go, go)

What the fuck is 40 hour week?

Aye we outside, we here

I'm outside, we here

Aye and I ain't goin' nowhere

You should get more Pi'erre

Errbody want me to come out here

Errbody want me to come out here

You should get more Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

Yo, yo, ain't goin' nowhere

Yo, you should get more Pi'erre

Yo, yo, yo, Pi'erre

YUNGXANHOE lyrics - Playboi Carti

 I'm sad as fuck

Xan [x15]

Xan got me on some other shit

Codeine, lucid dreams bitch I bleed lean

Choppa' with the beam for the money scheme

Got my wrist out the car tryna' make a scene

Purple rain watch it drain through my veins

Left with no guap came back in a range

Switch it up I can't fill my cup unless it's mud

On my blood I cut you off if you ain't talkin' bout nun'

Red bone give me gums got my face numb

Got my thumb through the check go and twerk sum'

Never catch me in the field tripping off a pill

Catch me in a foreign whip, Ferragamo wheels

Holding on my steel

Nigga shit get real

If I let the trigger go then that's just how I feel

Banana clip get peeled

We fucking off a pill

Your bitch over here still

My nigga

Xan got me on some other shit

Codeine, lucid dreams bitch I bleed lean

Choppa' with the beam for the money scheme

Got my wrist out the car tryna' make a scene