Playboi Carti Lyrics

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

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

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 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

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 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

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

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?

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?)

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 (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?)

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

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)

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

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

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

[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

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), uh

I just got a-

Check (what?), check (check)

Check (check), check (check), uh

I just got a-

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?)

I just ran into a-

Check (check), check (check)

Check (check), check (check), check

Chill Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

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

[Playboi Carti:]

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

This feelin' like a story that been wrote before

Pourin' up fours countin' C notes

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

I'm feelin' like this been wrote before

Forgiatos on my coupe spin

Everything steel, everything steel

Yeah

And I'm down for real

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

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

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

Oh, oh and I keep it real

2900 flat niggas keep it real

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

All my niggas out here steal, all my niggas peel

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

I just got some cake nigga, with cake mix

In L.A. on vacay nigga

Balenciaga, I don't fake nigga

Goyard on my waist, no cake mix

Shoot him in his face nigga

[Johnny Cinco:]

All these niggas change when the money came

Promised I wouldn't change when the money came

All these bitches wanna hang when the money came

A fuck nigga came around when the money came

In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes

And that Tech comin' 200 that all on my chain

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

Oh, oh, oh

I ain't ever change

Hunnid thousand on a niggas chain

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

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

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

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

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

Real trap nigga, pocket full of dubs

Young real nigga made myself a plug

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

Hundreds on these bitches, hundreds on these niggas

Fuckin' up a set, fuckin' up a set

Right back to the trap, right back to the trap

Foreign with the hunda's might make me relax

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

Froze, froze, all these diamonds froze

Yeah they all froze, I might go rogue

I did it for my hoe, all my hoes froze

Fuck her friend slow

All my hoes with' it, all my hoes fitted

Lenses gold tinted (Carti)

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

Went and bought another chain

[Johnny Cinco:]

All these niggas change when the money came

Promised I wouldn't change when the money came

All these bitches wanna hang when the money came

A fuck nigga came around when the money came

In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes

And that Tech comin' 200 that all on my chain

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

Count It Up lyrics - Playboi Carti

Niggas wanna see me dead, damn

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

Cash carti

Money bands

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

Count it up, count it up, count it up

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

We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up

Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear

Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear

2 condos, I ain't even there

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

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

I be in the trap wearing Wang

40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane

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

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

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

Posted on my side, yea nigga, fuck the fame

Yea nigga, money dancing to the bank

Oooooooh

On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean

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

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

Pussy niggas hating to get relevant

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

Bitch with an ass I need that

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

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

Foreign car automatic!

Foreign broad she with the action

Call me Carti nigga, been had it

[?]

First we move the stove to the attic

My bloods pull up and get it brackin'

My cause pull up and get it crackin'

Never pillow talkin', bitch ya lackin'

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

I'm pullin out them tools like gogo gatchet

This nigga lacking, diamonds glancin'

Ho just, [?]

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

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

Count it up, count it up, count it up

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

We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up

Maison Margiela nigga, designer gear

Got like 10 hoes in my fuckin' ear

2 condos, I ain't even there

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

Different Day lyrics - Playboi Carti

Hahahahahahaha, Carti

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

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

I am the music!

Different day

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

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

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

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

Tell me why? And, for what?

Always prepared, 'cause I never know what

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

Whippin' that ho with the Fendi

Yeah-yeah, I was lookin' for Benji

I had to smoke out at Means Street

(Don't get fuckin' scared now)

Everybody thought they knew me

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

A ho gon' die tryna do me

Look at the sky, it's a movie

She not a wife, she a groupie

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

(I promise you niggas)

Red in the diamonds, no rubies

Stick in the dirt like— (Schyeah)

Stick in the dirt like doody (Schyeah), schyeah

There's plenty of opps in the loose leafs

Goyard trunk, keep it brief, yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Different day, ha

Schyeah

We gamble on Sundays

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

Been, been, been told her

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

Schyeah, thinkin' about it

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

Schyeah

You know who the fuck it is

Swamp motherfuckin' Izzo!

Dogfood lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yo Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Psst, psst

What, psst

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

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

Yeah, I got that dogfood, I got that dope

I get this dogfood, I got that dope

I got that dope, ooh, yeah

I got that shit, make it float, yeah

I'm on the block, ooh, yeah

Selling that bitch out my coat, yeah

We in your lobby (Yeah, yeah)

All of the smoke (Yeah)

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

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

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

Bitch, I got all of the drip (Drip)

Bitch, I got all of the clothes (Ooh)

Bitch, I got all of the cars (Yeah)

Bitch, I got all of the coupes (Yeah)

Bitch, I got all of the bars (Bars)

Bitch, I got all of this juice (Ooh)

I'm breaking the bank (Bank)

I'm spraying the paint (Paint)

Smokin' that dank (Dank)

I smoke when I can't (Whoa)

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

Give me my bank (Yeah)

We taking ya bank (Psst, psst)

We taking ya bank

Hunnit thousand in the club, spending them dubs

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

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

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

I need a hundred a show

I need a hundred a ho (Yeah)

I need a hundred to blow

I need a hundred to throw

I done fucked half of these hoes

I need a hundred or more

I got that work on my dick

And she might never let go

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

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

Yeah, I got that dogfood, I got that dope

I get this dogfood, I got that dope

I got that dope, ooh, yeah

I got that shit, make it float, yeah

I'm on the block, ooh, yeah

Selling that bih out my coat, yeah

We in yo' lobby (Yeah, yeah)

All of the smoke (Yeah)

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

Don't Tell Nobody lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

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

(Ohh, ohh, ohh!)

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

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

Dollas!

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

(DJ Lil Keem waddup?)

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

(HOODRICH!)

Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

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

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Running with the same gang I been running with

Designing and trapping baby I'm so addicted

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

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

I pay attention, pay attention, pay a fucking ttention

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

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

Balenciagas, I don't fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

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

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Playboi Carti:]

Yeah, hold up

Got that old coupe outside

Yeah, yeah, hold up

Got that old coupe outside

That be Maaly Raw

Hold on

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

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

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

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

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

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

[Wiz Khalifa:]

Okay

She wanna pop up

Break it down, then she hop up

Now she givin' that top up

Drinkin' McQueen, no Vodka

[?] what she rockin'

Look like her booty talkin'

She got drip like a faucet

We record it then watch it

No, I won't make a promise

All about makin' dollars

Make it bounce like Impalas

Ooh you gon' get me caught up

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

Hard to keep the skirt down when she shake it

In the west, but smokin' like Jamaicans

Can't do nothing for her, if she basic

Got her with me rolling up and drankin'

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

Aye, aye, okay

[Playboi Carti:]

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

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

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

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

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

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

Don't worry 'bout this (Pop some)

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

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

I'm tryna lose some (Yeah)

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

We tryna get some (We tryna, yeah)

We tryna get these bands

We tryna count up

We tryna get geeked

We tryna count up

We tryna get it in

That be Maaly Raw

Drip lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ikey, check it out

Uh, uh

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

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

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

F&N leave a nigga down

Waterboy, huh, pass the towel, huh

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

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

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

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

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

Hit 'em with the stick then leave 'em out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

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

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

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

That's what I do bitch, fuck that resume

Gucci on my sweater, Gucci on my sweater

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

Never on that level

I got bricks in the sensor

That nigga don't want no pressure (Yeah)

I squeeze him like a gusher (Yeah)

These niggas out here pussy (Yeah)

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

I freestyle on the track (Yeah)

I do this shit so lovely (Yeah)

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

Bad bitch suck the dick, yeah, my diamonds skate

Rollerblade (Yeah), I got Bathing Ape, uh

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

Let 'em know, gotta let 'em know

Bitches complain 'cause I love to play

Diamonds on skate, diamonds rollerblade

Shawty in love, shawty wanna skate

Shawty in love, shawty wanna date

A mil' on me, two mil' on me

Three mil' on me, ten mil' on me

All this drip on me, all this drip on me

Drip on me, all this drip on me

EVILJ0RDAN lyrics - Playboi Carti

First I go whip out the boat

No, I can't hit on no brakes

My life is out of control

I'm tellin' you, nobody safe

I've been livin' my life limbo

My ice, it came with a tray

It's so hot, I gotta hide my face

This not a rockstar phase

I'm a emo thug in my phase

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

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

Roll another blunt and I might motherfuckin' faint

Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained

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

Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page

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

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

Fully loaded check, hold up, baby, Jordan paid

I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I think she's a fling

I think she's a play maker

She should be on my team

She should get her a ring

Shit, it can't be me

But she can be on the team

Diamonds, they come out the water

My sock, it come with a ring

The Wraith came with the chauffeur

The chauffeur ready to take me

I am the music

Fashion Killer lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Slatt)

Check it out (Slatt)

Carti (Slatt)

(Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)

Hold up

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

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

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

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

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

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

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

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

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

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

But I got all these diamonds

'Bout to smoke exotic, yeah

Got a bitch from the island, yeah

'Bout to put her on a private, yeah

That bitch gon' fuck, yeah

Just put her on Molly, yeah

I'm on that lean, yeah (Lean)

Got a lean diet, yeah, yeah

New Hermès, hold up, yeah

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

What's your bitch name? Yeah

What's the color? Yeah

Ride 'round, bitch, yeah

Now what's the color? Hold up

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

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

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

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

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

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

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

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

I'ma fuck your bitch, yeah

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

You fuckin' with a demon, hold up, uh

You firing demon, hold up, yeah

I don't ride Demons, hold up, yeah

Only ride foreigns, hold up, yeah

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

Your coupe borin', hold up, yeah

AP two-tone, bitch, yeah

You know me, hold up, yeah

I gotta ball on a ho, yeah

On my sleeve, hold up (What?)

Tatted up, lil' bitch, yeah

What I need, hold up (Yeah)

Throw that cash, lil' bitch (Yeah)

'Til I bleed

That chopper dump 'em (Woo, woo)

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

Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)

My money got longer (Hey)

It's too many thots, hold up, yeah

Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah

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

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

Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)

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

I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)

I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

Fetti lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Da$H & Maxo Kream)

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Da$H:]

I can't go in I ain't ready

That drank on me heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

Them pills kicking heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

That 40 too heavy

I can't go in I ain't ready

Just count up my fetti

Yeah, So

Mr. Never Lacking

Bust a package, bills can get paid off of rappin'

Still I keep to trappin'

Used to hunnid sack it

Now I fuck a actress

Shit I'm just thinkin how it happened

Had to get explicit, had to make it listen

Moving out them pounds, niggas started snitchin'

Loading up them rounds, niggas started missin'

Move it out of town, and Tommy Cruise the mission

Converse with my addictions

Don't talk I just listen

Five drugs that I'm mixin'

Money only thing on my vision

Infatuated with them semis and 'matics

All of my niggas is thugs with some habits

Like Ring on TV, we been with the static

I fuck on this bitch and she say she from Athens

Opiated so I'm demonstrating my emotion less

Got some real niggas quotin' this

Got yo main bitch hoein', shit

Lost a few things as of recent

Life is anything but decent

Blow the re-up on my teeth

Is the only time you catch me cheesin'

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

[Maxo Kream:]

Shipping a pack and it's vacuum sealed

30 on 40, keep that concealed

Just bought a pint, I'm a crack the seal

Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL

Three in the morning, we trapping still

Matte black on rover, the bat mobile

Don't trust that nigga cause he gon squeal

Not buying shit if the pack not sealed

I'm faded, I'm faded, off xannies I'm wasted

My bitches they nasty they suck it and taste it

I'm short on my patience, I'm serving my patient

I'm very impatient, little bitch come get naked

Pack coming in but I don't need to weigh it

Choppa en route I shoot once and you spraying

Can't come in my trap the front door is gated

My prices inflated, my plug name is David

Dripping thru the city got a little bitch in Babee'Os

Fucked me on the spot cause she heard me on the radio

3 bitches run to me, that's a perfect ratio

Don't wanna fuck the ho, I just want fellatio

Let her play with the nut, put it in her booty hole

Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo

Stuffed cup, backwoods, riding 'round, merry-go

Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to po'

Hit a stain, hogging lanes, gripping grain getting throwed

Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe

No holds barred when you see me I let it go

No mo' 'gars so we rolling up the fronto

No mo 'gars cause we rollin out the fronto

I'm in H-town, nigga, and I can never go

[Playboi Carti:]

I just left Houston, I just left Earth

Lean in my cup, gas in my blunt

Got some hoes who gon' fuck

I'm still pouring up

I can see in his face

Designer on my waist

Now you all in her face

That ho give me face

That ho give me faith (damn)

That ho give me faithce

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti on Fetti

I can't go in, I ain't ready

Fetti on Fetti

Flood The Bank lyrics - Playboi Carti

Cook that shit up, Lou!

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Uh)

Wit' my niggas (Uh)

All we do is bang (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin money, i might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, i might flood the bank (Uh)

Ridin' wit' my goons, you know they gon' bang (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank (Uh, Yeah)

Went and copped a chain (Uh)

Diamonds on my teeth (Uh)

Diamonds on my chain (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch (Uh)

She don’t know my name (Uh)

Fuckin’ on this bitch (Uh)

She just want the fame (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

All my niggas lit (Uh)

All my niggas rich (Uh)

Know we keepin' sticks (Yeah, Uh)

All my niggas lit (Uh)

All my niggas rich (Uh)

Know we keepin’ sticks (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Yeah, Yeah, Uh)

I just love the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin’ money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Fuckin' on this bitch, all she do is sing (Uh)

Wit' my niggas (Uh)

All we do is bang (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might break the bank (Uh)

Too much fuckin' money, I might flood the bank (Uh)

Twenty thousand dollars, I just love the bank

H00DBYAIR lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, you gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

You gotta get high like this

You gotta get high like me

I'm fuckin' these bitches, alright

I'm havin' my way, alright, uh

My fingers, they muhfuckin' tight

My eyes are open, I'm high

I can't believe I can die

I just realized I was high

I was seventeen on the mic'

But I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike

I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite

My whole career, they bite me

Some niggas, they thinkin' they faster than me

Somebody should tell them they dyin'

I'm done with these niggas and dissin'

I just be pissin', I don't give a fuck

I'm knowin' when you move, boy

Bitch, I'm tryna tell, your ho gon' fuck

All you ever do is copy, all you ever do is mock

Why you talkin' about me?

If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body

Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy the body

My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body

Screech like a hyaena when I get a body

Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up

On tour with your girl

And it's not my world, it's Mollyworld

And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl

You play with my top, get a referral

Put 'em in smoke, you get refeered

Put 'em in a coff', put 'em in a coff'

Put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a, uh, put 'em in a coff'

I jump out the Lamb' truck, she thought that I lost it

I jump off my red eye, push out, then I go to Boston

I stay with like ten thots, Austin

Everything is awesome, F-A, fuckin' awesome

Make sure you tell them niggas, "Watch me"

They don't know how I cross some

Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover

Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over

Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover

You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda

Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been a OG since I was younger

All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra

I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble

I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle

They wanted this album to be offset, but I told them, "I'm comin' normal"

When you play this shit, wear a white tux', young nigga, like you in a formal, ha

It's hot, bitch, it's scorchin'

On the porch, New Yorkin'

She still tryna find young Jordan

I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx

(Then I had a daughter, I had a daughter too)

Twenty-seven when I had Yves

Now I can finally sleep

And it's the same

It's the same with these hoes

I let the moon

I let the moon save these hoes

He Ain't Got It lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. SahBabii)

(What's poppin'?)

What's poppin', slime?

(Slatt)

I'm having 30 pounds, where you at?

(I'm having 30, what's poppin'? I love this guap)

You got 30 pounds for me?

(30 what?)

You know it, believe it

(Yeah)

I'm 'bout to come pick them hoes up right now

(Yeah, where you at? Huh? Yeah)

They already wrapped up?

(Hahaha)

Yeah

Shit, alright, bet

I'ma have my nigga come bring the money right now

Say no more, gang

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh)

Yeah (Uh, what?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', uh, I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', uh, she teethin', uh

Baby, my linen

My Benny, my Gucci

I got designer

Touch it, you lose it

He ain't got guap, don't do it (Yeah)

If he got guap, let's do him

I'm on the block, let's do 'em

I got the Glock 9 by the .45

Yeah, I'm gon' do 'em

You cannot cap with a goon, hmm

You don't wanna come in this room (What?)

Shawty ain't ready for a FlatBed nigga

Shawty ain't ready to fiend (Slatt, what?)

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh)

Yeah (Uh, What?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', she teethin'

Yeah, bitch, it's young Squid and Carti (Yeah)

My bitch is a squid, she gnarly (Yeah)

We got some thick Barbies (Yeah)

And we throwin' tea parties (Yeah)

Bitch tryna roll with me (Roll with me)

Bitch tryna smoke with me (Smoke with me)

She tryna come home with me (Come home with me)

Gotta get some dough for me (Dough for me)

Believe it, achieve it (Yeah)

Succeed it, complete it (Complete it)

She suck the dick and I skeet it

She want the wood like a beaver (Beaver)

I'm with a Queen Latifah (Latifah)

We countin' green, won't leave 'em (Yeah)

I smoke leaves, reefer (Yeah)

I get high like eagles (Eagles)

She suckin' my [?] ([?])

She tryna be way up (Yeah)

You fuckin' with apes (Apes)

Watch what you say, yeah (Yeah)

This is squid business

Bitch, I'm squidrific

Bitch, this big pimpin'

Big squimpin'

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Cash, bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Supersonic (What? Ooh), yeah (What?)

Bad bitch, I run it (Bad bitch)

Fuck it all the time (Timin')

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Get it, uh, got it (Got it)

Get it, got it (Got it)

Fast, supersonic (Sonic)

Bite it, bite it (Bite it)

Eat it, uh, fight it (Fight it)

I'm leanin', I'm geekin' (Leanin')

Sleepin', I'm sleepin'

Leave me, just leave me

She creepin', she teethin'

Heavy lyrics - Playboi Carti

My iPhone white, and my bitch too

It's 6-7-8, who the fuck is you?

I'm all about my team, I'm all about this green

Serve a couple fiends, then we clear the scene

Baby buy the lean, your lady off a bean

She laying beside the G, she trying to let me squeeze

True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme

Her head game mean, just don't touch her weave

Fugazi ass niggas think they own shit

I'm trying to tell these niggas, bitch we been did it

Finger fuck the cunt, 10 racks a month

Smoking on this blunt, I ain't stressing nothing

If a opp pull me over, I'm a rob him up

Or duct tape his mouth, shut that nigga up

They lying about the streets, ain't seen you on the block

Keep talking like you bout it, we gone have to mob

Leave you boys bloody, you gone need a mop

She gone ride this dick, cause she know what I'm about

I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce

I keep this shit live, they say I run the South

They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti

Bitch I glo'd up, tell my mom that I'm sorry

Bitch I'm in the rari, my lingo retarded

She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty

Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy

I can't stay steady

Kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I'm leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Holyfield lyrics - Playboi Carti

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

[DJ Fade Out:]

(Bring that shit back nigga, 2 phones Carti nigga... Fuck wrong with y'all niggas... Squad nigga...)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit (glass breaks)

Cautious, cautious, you better stay cautious

The feds out here watchin, tryna get our profit

Got my 9 tucked, take it up, off his feet for what?

Cause he talking shit, took his bitch, with my fuckin wrist

Betty Crocker mix, mix the work, make it bottle up

Niggas say me, he ain't Carti, he ain't with the shits

Gotta brick in, got some more evicting, build a house with it

Got a bitch, then got another bitch that like to fuck and shit

I don't tongue wrestle, with a nigga bitch I pop it off

Watch his body fall, pick him up, then we drop him off

Fuck em all, with my team, I ball, know they second aw

Fuck with me, I fuck with you, I put you on a plug or two

In the streets, they know bout me

I keep the lean I keep the heat

In the Audi, Fendi on my body, feelin' on ya shawty

Purple drank, blowin purple dank, nigga the fuck you think?

Shout out to my niggas Scoob, and shout out to my nigga Nae

Shout out to my nigga La Flare, and all these thirsty hoes out here

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Blow money

Blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield

I show money, call me Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

Flat bed, straight from hell, young nigga, can't you tell?

Enemies, who is them? Blow money, Holyfield

Enemies, who is them? Blow money... Holyfield

Holyfield... Holyfield... Holyfield

I blow money, call me Holyfield

I throw money, call me Holyfield

I Ain't Trippin lyrics - Playboi Carti

I ain't trippin

Cashin out I ain't Trippn

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin

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 dis shit

Cause real niggas don't tell

This liquor that I got

It don't even leave shelves, Ay

Keep a white bitch

Fat ass, long hair

Sucked the soul out me

Man, That whore left me pale

(Damn I mights as well)

Spend it all on dis bitch

I might as well...

I Feel Like I'm the reason why these niggas trynag et it

Pulled up in a foreign man

I told that hoe Get in

I told her I ain't trippn

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

I ain't trippin

Cashin out I ain't trippin

These niggas mad at me how a young nigga livin

Let me get em outcha wayyyy

Let me get em your face

If you got it like you say u got it

Let me come your way

Please don't bring nobody

Boi don't bring nobody

Please don't bring nobody

Boi don't bring nobody

I Promise You lyrics - Playboi Carti

I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (Yeah)

I got your back, slatt, I promise you (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Ooh, yeah (Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

Ooh, uh, ooh

Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Ride around, bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Ride on my dick, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Keep a bad bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)

Keep this bitch lit, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Smoke a whole pound, what you talkin' 'bout?

Been playin' with' your bitch, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Bag in the brief, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout? (Blatt)

Nigga got rich, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Bentleys and Lambs, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh

I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr)

Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah

Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out

I'm fuckin' your bitch, the new word of mouth

All of these eaters gon' find it out

I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out

I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout?

Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah, bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked up, we was just teens, hol' up (Blicky)

Ayy, I got some niggas that rockin' with me (Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy

Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah

I don't even owe you shit, yeah

I pull up, too much drip, yeah

I pull up, too many bitches, yeah

Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek)

I ain't even pay for shit, yeah

Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah ('Bout a bitch)

Put a red dot on your head, yeah

Cut a bitch off, no legs

And the girl stay red on red, yeah

And the juice stay red on red, yeah

In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout

Southside, nigga, we talkin' 'bout, yeah

We don't do sets, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

We don't do that, what you talkin' 'bout? Ooh

We spend racks, what you talkin' 'bout? Yeah

Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah (Pass out)

I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)

Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (What?)

We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah (Ooh, ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash (Slatt), hol' up, yeah

What you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, hol' up (Like a, uh)

Yeah, hold up (Uh)

([?], you know what I'm saying in this motherfucker?)

What you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah, hol' up)

Yeah, yeah, hol' up (Yeah, yeah)

Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)

Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh)

Talkin' 'bout, ooh

In The Lobby lyrics - Playboi Carti & Sosamann

[Playboi Carti:]

Yeah, (check it out)

What, yeah, (check it out)

Yeah, (check it out)

Check it out, check it out, check it out

Do-do-do-do

What, what, what, what, (count it up)

What, what, what, yeah

What, what, yeah

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

[Playboi Carti:]

Shawty wanna fuck, she fuck the party

With my partner 'nem, we rollin' off the molly

I'm with shawty 'dem, we bout to fuck in Follies

All my partner 'nem, I keep them goons around me

Pull up on your block, I keep that glocky (all my partner 'nem)

Diamonds on me skatin', perfect timing (ice, ice)

Shawty wanna fuck me, she gon' top me

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

[Playboi Carti:]

All these niggas wanna hit, this bitch a bonnie

I'll money, I'ma hit that bunny

Kill that nigga boy, like a bandit

Call my ex with a kick for the bonnet

For that bonnet, it get tired

I been rocking, Balmain rocking

Shawty top me, sloppy toppy

All these niggas, all these niggas, fightin' Rocky

[Sosamann:]

I got five hoes chillin' in the lobby

I got bitches watchin' me like Hachi Tachi

I tote choppers, got a partner, hit your noggin

Met a bitch in LA but she work in Follies

Interlude lyrics - Playboi Carti

Bitches see my dick, she gonna spin on that

I told you Splur Gang be my clique, I'm CEO of that

My life like a movie, cinematic

Niggas talking down, I set em up with that

I just want a bag

I just want a bad bitch I that bitch with cash

Fill that bitch with cash, yeah

I just want a bag, fill that bitch with gas

I just want a bag, not no shopping bag

Meet me in the back, Got it in my bag

I just want a bag, Fill that bitch with cash

Meet me in the back, Got it in my bag

I just want a bag, not no shopping bag

Bitch meet me in the back (Carti!)

I just want a bag, I fill that bitch with cash

I fill that bitch with gas

I fill that bitch with cash

I just want a bag (Plugs)

Not no shopping bag (Hell Nah)

Bitch meet me in the back

I Got it in my bag

Carti, damn

Kid Cudi (Remix) lyrics - Xavier Wulf, Playboi Carti & Young Nudy

[Xavier Wulf:]

Okay I pull up high as fuck, right up front to where the venue was

Every time I look at her she feel like I'm the only one

Only thing I care about is living life the best I could

Only wanna smoke and stay productive 'til the day is done

Pull up to my day ones, kickin' shit like Deawon

Then I played her favorite song, she think we can get along

I ain't got no beef with bongs

But I rather roll the strong

She ain't tryna prolong, she get to the provolone

Pull up to my block quick, pop out then I dip

At first I told her no but now I think I'll have a sip

Ever since I got my money right I'm smilin' like the Grinch

And I don't give a fuck about no sucka nigga shit

I'ma pull up screamin', I don't give no fuck and that is it

I show up, do a 540, shake and bake and rip

Chicken bone nowison shorty in my whip

It's hollow squad the coffin fleet I bet they won't forget, you bitch

[Playboi Carti:]

They tryna be cray (Mm, yeah)

She wanna meet Carti (Carti)

That bitch is a Barbie (Yeah)

I'ma fuck these hoes (Ooh)

I'm on 730

Got a brand new pack like Kid Cudi (Brand new)

I smoke dope like Kid Cudi

Push up and get the slugs from me (Slime slime)

I'm with all the shits (Slime slime)

We pull up with shit (Yeah)

We pull up with, uh (Yeah)

We pull up with sticks, hol'up

We pull out the van, hol'up

We pull out the shit, ayy

I pull out the.9, hol'up

I pull out and blitz, hol'up

I pull out the fire, hol'up

I pull out with' six

I'm smokin' out the pound

The bitch can suck my dick, yeah

The bitch gonna ride the dick, yeah

The bitch get thrown in the pit

[Young Nudy:]

Runnin' from the cops (Cops)

Gotta keep my Glock (Gotta keep my Glock)

When I see them cops (Cops)

You know I have my Glock (Know I have my Glock)

Middle finger, fuck 12 (Yeah), always on my block (Always on my block)

Middle finger to the opp, we gon' pop at opps (We gon pop at opps)

Pop a body, drop him (Drop him)

Cop a body, deuces (Deuces)

They be talkin' 'bout it (Huh?)

But don't know who be doin' it (Don't know who be doin' it)

These niggas be talkin' (Talkin'), they lemon squeeze (Lemon squeeze)

XD (XD), ooh, lemon squeeze (Brr, brr, brr), yeah

Living Reckless lyrics - Playboi Carti

I'm just, I'm just (makin')

Dead hoes, now wait

Hustle and aesthetic based

When the golden boys hit the corner

Scavengers surround the place

See what I'm sayin'? Rich they did that shit for satans sake

Thinking he can help, seen my niggas sent to heavens gates

Never heard of AK

Never had the time to play until the neighbors leave

Trans fool bitch it's time to skate

Tram to the devil it's the only time life makes sense

Fuck with the zombie you'll get redder than a white bitch

It's like my brothers the residence

Life can be so pleasant when you living that shit reckless

Living that shit reckless

Corduroys on a golden boy

Supreme team with gold blings

Signatures on they wings

Parachute bags, brass knuckles and knick knacks

Pockets full of cheddar and empty dime bags

Rollin up the hash with the fellas

Higher than ever

I dead 'em all where's the shovel?

Zombie gang to the other

That's my brother JC

Just rage from another

That's my nigga though we bringing bitches to the condo

I think they kinda shy though

It's still all good though

They say they from Toronto

I would have thought Chicago

They say they tryna smoke some

I say, "Bitch shake that ass though"

Lean got me fucked up

Can you please try to drink it slow?

Hold up, you grab my pants try to see what your working with

You do too much

I'm just trying to fuck so whatchu sayin'?

Don't be playin'

I don't like to be upset too much

On my mind you tryna chill or what? (What)

Lost lyrics - Playboi Carti

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

I wrap them up, I ship them off, I'm like a boss

Can't you see the cloud that I'm on

Got a bad ass bitch from New York

Smoke kush I can't fuck with Newports

In a foreign coupe, killing niggas no insurance

I'm the realest I can show you how to do this

Smoking, drinking penicillin deadest nigga living

Bitch you know I'm in it

Mercedes Benz got lady friends

They adore a nigga

They some whores nigga

I let my boys in them

Feeling like that nigga

I feel like that nigga

Nigga tried to jack my swag I'm feeling this nigga

But bitches know you ain't young Carti I'm telling you nigga

Damn

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Bad ass bitch from New York

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Can't you see the cloud that I'm on

I'm not getting geeked I'm getting lost

Hundred thousand bitches boy you know we get it

You stalking all these hoes, we pay no attention

I'm counting C-notes

Can't smoke no rello's because I'm different

I'm working my wrists

Filet mignon with your bitch

I'll pipe her down with the dick

She calm me down with the head when I'm sitting at work

My phone chirping like a bitch

I spilled lean on my shirt

I'm out here grinding shawty while your niggas pockets are hurt

Before my hoe says Carti she better say sir

It's money to be made

Can't a nigga face

All she do is face

Yellow diamonds keep a hoe thirsty like lemonade

It's money to be made

Getting top up in the coupe

She loose

My sprite mixed up with goop

I'm loose

You fucked that bitch? Me too

Luh Da Feelin lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Slug Christ)

[Playboi Carti:]

It's been a minute since I been up in this bitch

Looking like a fucking walking [?]

All this jewelry on me got me sick

She done fell in love with my wrist

I done fell in love with the pack

Ferragamo waist and a strap

Dread head nigga don't need no hat

Like a pussy nigga off the map

They like Carti be that nigga I should try to fuck with him

Get a song with him

You a fuck nigga

I can't fuck with ya

I'm a fuck nigga

I might try a nigga

I might mug a nigga

Boy that extendo work will kill ya

I been 'round some real thug niggas

Slugga slugga yeah that's my brotha'

All you pussy niggas man they undercover

I had to kill em with the sticks I had to kill em

Blowing down a pound boy it's no reggie miller

Bring your bitch around nigga I might just steal ha

Hoe I got them bands I cannot kiss ya

All my diamonds dancing on me nigga

Got them stripper bitches dancing on me nigga

Watch me stuff these racks all up in my denim

Nigga nigga nigga (uh)

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million and I luh da feelin'

[Slug Christ:]

I got [?] Pocahontas

Off the hot I got a lot guala

Hol' up Hol' up while I lift the llama

Better watch the way I lift the llama

I be posted like a killer

I'm as green with vanilla

Give a fuck how you feelin

Double cup is all I'm feelin

Bought a new gucci wearin' gucci

With a bitch like a whip da whoopdy whoopdy loopy

You don't fuck with me then you don't know me

And all these bitches even fuckin' on me

[Playboi Carti:]

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

I can't trust a bitch hoe just wait a minute

Pull up in foreign I took off the ceiling

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million

She just wanna fuck cause I'm worth a million

I just wanna fuck cause I luh da feelin'

Cause I'm worth a million and I luh da feelin'

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

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

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

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

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

Blow some money

Uh, uh

Make some blow some money

Man let's blow some money

Bitch let's 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

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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

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

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

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

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

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