Playboi Carti Lyrics

mixtape: Young Mi$fit (2012) - Playboi Carti (performed as $ir Cartier)

36 Villianz lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

[Girl:]

"You'd be very foolish to not to understand that because demons are real and people are influenced by bad spirits"

[Carti:]

Yeah, yeah

Carti, yeah

Southside nigga, flat ninja

My niggas take time off yo' clock with the Glock

Purple killing that fool, I smoke dolo by two

Got me high to the roof, got ya' bitch getting loose

Carti that dude, it's blue in the jewels

[?] comes on, three G's one blunt just me three cunts come feel with me drink up

(Uh Damn)

I'm off the green gas, going [?]

I'm high way, lay my ass with you

This the truth bitch, this is what I do bitch, this is what I do bitch

Nigga fuck you (Carti)

Fuck em all get this cake that's how I piss them off

I got work that's gon' be gone tomorrow

Ship it off state to state, nigga don't hate

Cartier with your bitch on the interstate, foreign whip she love this shit she ridin' it rollin' that glass roll that gas bitch I'm the man

(All of these bitches) [x4]

(I'm gon fuck all of these bitches) [x3]

(Fuck what you think, Carti)

[Crying and screaming]

(Noooo nooo noooo, stop it ahhhhhh)

[Heavy breathing]

(Nooo stop it, you murderer!)

ZOMBIE$ lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Coke in the lip, gettin' head in the whip

No average, bad bitch, ass thick

Fat tits, she a dime, fuckin' with a dime, dollar bill

State of mind, TMZ, fuck enemies, I skateboard with Zombies

My niggas blow good, got them palm trees on the palm trees

When the shark speak, I'm a showboat

On a jet ski rockin' SBs, rockin' Tommy

Fendi belt, where the 9 be?

Blowin' hella smoke, where your soul go?

Where your spirit at?

Gettin' cash bitch, I gotta have shit

I got cheetah print on my pumas bitch

My lungs black, my brain pink

Swisher guts, leave evidence

That I've bend over and fucked your bitch

I'm an asshole, I might take your ho

So don't bring your ho in my presence

Graveyard my residence

Zombie broads give me neck and shit

Pulled off with the top off

Let the smoke clear

Cartier in here

I got a bitch in a different place

Cold weather, North Face

All black, Cartier yeah

I do what I can, I'm the fuckin' man

Man, ask your bitch, she a fuckin' fan

$kit #1 lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

What is this?

You shouldn't have touched anything from that basement

Pokunda, estrada, untosei, canda

You're all going to die tonight

Blue Crystal$ lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. VoduZ)

(performed as $ir Cartier)

[Voduz:]

Yeah, uh

I got hoes in different time zones

East, west, in the middle

That's a no fly zone

'Cause we drop bombs every chance we get

Told you niggas I am floodin' yo time-lines with plenty of them dope rhymes

I put them down in no time

We drop the track

They eat it up

We hit the stage

They deep as fuck

Them lame ass niggas can't eat with us, nah

Can't smoke no tree with us, nah

Nigga, collecting all the profit

We drop a song, that's a trendin' topic

Catch me hired up with Cartier and my nigga Drew

Yeah, that's the crew

Tryna stack that cheese like Ratatouille

? through yo avenue

Levi shit, I ain't never had the Trues

No nightmares bitch, my dreams is blue

All these little niggas, they ain't got no clue

Me and Cartier like two for two

Young niggas gotta get this bread

Spittin'em dope rhyme

That's a gold mine, shit

Finna be on a no-time shit

Wack niggas get no shine

We in the club

We blow a cloud

Yo bitch in here

She break it down

Yah, we gon' smoke a pound

[Playboi Carti:]

Brand new, I put the rims on it

Bad bitch, she been on it

Bag of weed, that's THC

I smoke gasoline that's why she fuck with me

Real nigga in a fake world

Your girl on my deck

That's some skateboard shit

No magazine, but I thrash the bitch

Let's get this established bitch

Arm and hammer, fix yo manners

Disrespectful, come and fix your grammar

Blow a hole in yo fuckin' skull

I'm poppin' shells

I'm feelin' buzzed

Tripple C's on a Alpine

I'm blowin' trees, I'm feelin' fine

Life is good but

We too hood to be on some shit that we ain't about

I get cheese like a cash-cow

Oh we good now

We got money pounds in the basement

I'm spendin' this shit

I ran up for the third time this week

'Cause money don't sleep

All these diamonds on me, all these diamonds on me

Bitch freeze

(Yeah, yeah

All these diamonds on me, money don't sleep)

Diamonds

(All these diamonds on me)

Blue Crystals

Yeah

Cash

(Bitch freeze)

(All these diamonds on me)

Blue, Blue Crystals

(Bitch freeze)

Cash

Carti

VoduZ

Diamonds

$teeze lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Soft white powder clam chowder with your bitch

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

2 door on that black coupe

No gold black jewels

Fuck you and yo attitude

I do what I got to

Man the pot ain't free stupid

Knots in my jeans caviar and ice cream

It seems that I like these nice things

So I'm out here for that green

Peakin' through the sunroof

Mesmerized on the clouds

I wish to be on that level

So I picked up that loud

Let yo chick roll the blunt

She made me proud

Applause

I'm tryin' to get up in them draws

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

So stop poppin your jaws

And park the car

Carti yeah with the dollar bill

Rain, club, (yeah yeah)

Trying to get all the bitches

All the bitches

Check my steez bitch please

I got cheese

My whole team ill

Rick owe we blow by O's

Real cut throat

Fuck a hoe we bout that dough

Skate racks break club flow go on her jean jack

You and your crew wack

Air pack you on dat

Cash first that so I got that gold on deck

Nice coupe bad chick in the front hoe

Then the pooch

White man wealth I'm sitting tall like I hoop

Mad cheese mad steez

Dopeness in my tissue

Money ain't the issue

I thought you niggas been knew

On the hours under the influence

Nigga I am true to this

You lame niggas got me all bent

Ya'll knew to this

Talk about this money we involved in

Blow that jane then we vent nigga

Van Go lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Carti

Let it rain

She said this how she feel when she on a pill (yeah)

Once the smoke marinate, you don't feel the chill

Handsome ass nigga I got bitches cause (uh)

Fuck yo block, pistols pop, cause we don't give no fucks (no)

I swear my life is a fucking blessing

All my problems disappear when I'm in rotation

The room spinning (yeah)

I'm that situation (elevation)

I'm so motherfucking faded with your old lady

2 blunts ventilation, good brain, highly educated

Getting paid is my occupation

I don't feel safe in the streets (no, lil bitch)

My tommy is a beast, NASCAR

You never fly past a G, hoe

Carti rocking Tommy like we in the 90s (hoe)

Carti rocking Stussy

Carti get the pussy (hoe)

Lame niggas out here trying do me, salute me, or shoot me

I'm on the avenue, standing on top of my toes

Eyes closed

Selling heat, watch your nose

I got connects with the Pope (yeah)

My lookout she know (yeah, shit, uh)

Foreign car keys kick spark, please ten deep stitched

Bitch quick, don't touch my shit (yeah)

New watch on my wrist

She like, damn what happened to your wrist

Oh don't worry bitch, my diamonds cut this shit (yeah)

Hold up, let me roll up

Smoke some good stuff (okay)

Quick puff, then I start seeing stuff (Carti)

Paper Cha$in' lyrics - Playboi Carti

(performed as $ir Cartier)

Dolla bill

Yeah

Music, from the soul y'all

Yeah

I tell my niggas we gotta chase the bills

Thousands, a couple mills

Vanilla skies, nice crib

Dependin' on the weather how I choose my 'mobile

Cruise through the strip just to cop a zip

Bad chick tatted underneath her lip

Get a lift, guarantee I'm gonna hit

She love the shit I wear, sponsored by the time of year

Always prepared, dutch master

In her ear, get plastered

My crew members get hazzard

Skateboardin' fashion Nascar drivin

Your hoe love my adlibs

Dolla bill

(Dope)

(Yeah)

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

All my niggas skate, all you niggas hate

This Fendi on my waist

Your chick gave me that "I can't feel my face"

I can't feel my face

I got a foreign car, foreign broad

Good head, pornstar

Cash first, fuck y'all

Creamtoppers I gotta ball

Outfit come from Montreal, make a scene when I'm in the mall

Freeze, hold up

Your girl, she gon' run up

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

Bitch I gotta get the cash [x3] (yeah yeah) (Carti [x8])

I gotta get the cash

#PRAY #4 #ME lyrics - Playboi Carti

Uh, I got a date with the devil

I'm a rockstar, heavy metal, yeah

You see a opp car? Bitch, push the pedal (skkrt! skkrt!)

Boy, you gon' need some more tryna get on my level

Uh, I can't go to jail no more! (I can't do it!)

I put that on my grandma soul

Got a spanish bitch, she love to do the most

If my money low you know I'm kickin' doors

Jugg my lifestyle...

Your bitch get piped down

Left the block, damn, it's a drought now

Michael Phelps, I can clear the drought, wow!

Uh, Carti that be, two hoes on me, two fo's on me

You don't know me don't know shit about me!

10kk A Couple Thousand$ For The Hoe$ lyrics - Playboi Carti

Cartier

Sir Cartier

Slowed up, I'm fucked up

Off that two cup sensation

I'm racing, in my mind (skrt)

Tokyo drift, aye Tokyo pimp

I'm talking to steez, I'm talking to limp

These hoes on my dick

Snort white powder, clam chowder with the bitch

(Gotcha bitch)

Made my block proud but I still can't trust em

Gotcha baby mama on hold like fuck it

Let me take a stroll told my home boy to tuck it

Seen a pussy nigga then my niggas started bustin

[Gunshots]

Aye, Monkeys on my draws

She think I'm the man

10 for a verse, I don't say nothing

Smokin' on this kush, word to my man

Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)

Pimp game I got pimp game

Watch me switch lanes in that new thing

Got a bopper bitch with a pussy ring

She like to hold the work for Yung Carti

I just throw it all in my apartment

Thirsty bitch be quiet

Nigga's tryna be Yung Carti

Mad cause I gave yo bitch molly

Nigga I ain't spot yo guap

Throw stacks in the back she don't mind

Hit a nigga in his brain leave him clueless

Real nigga out here I do this

I'm the rudest, should be the shooter

I got hoes, that's your hoe, yeah she know

Every I go, they know (they know)

Cartier rich nigga on the low

I don't ever see a day that I'm poor

I got bitches, ask your hoe, yeah she know

Fuck all these niggas man

We don't give a fuck about nobody nigga

Aye, Monkeys on my draws

She think I'm the man

10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing

Smokin' on this kush, work to my man

Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)

Aye, Monkeys on my draws

She think I'm the man

10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing

Smokin' on this kush, work to my man

Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)

[Gunshots]

Aye, Monkeys on my draws

She think I'm the man

10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing

Smokin' on this kush, work to my man

Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)

Aye, Monkeys on my draws

She think I'm the man

10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing

Smokin' on this kush, work to my man

Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)

2024 lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh

Second place, can't be in my face, oh, nah

Thick pockets, they think I'm rockin' Chanel

Fat wallet, lil' bitch, you know I got here

Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel

Done grew me some horns, baby, I'm from hell

Southside, I was in Riverdale

Off molly, that two-tone pill

Rich nigga with all these fuckin' girls

He next, I put him on the mural

She's next, I told her she my girl

Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)

Ahahahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?)

(Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?)

Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)

Put 'em on the news (Ha, sa)

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)

Put 'em on the news (Sa, sa), yeah

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)

Put 'em on the news, yeah (Sa)

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Schyeah)

Put 'em on the news, yeah (Ah)

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)

Put 'em on the news ('Sup)

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)

Put 'em on the news ('Sup)

Put 'em on the news or somethin' (Wassup)

Put 'em on the news (Let's go)

2024, Music

Oh, oh (Hm)

Put 'em on the news or somethin'

I'm evil like Luci' son

A whole lotta bitches be hatin' on me 'cause I got all the buns

Had to fall back with my last bitch 'cause she was just playin' with my lil' time

I'm travelin' the world like the Pope, bringin' the presidents right to my son

Shawty, you gotta be cancer, you make me feel some type way

And no, I can't be canceled 'cause you feel some type way, uh, uh

I'm in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale

Uh, I'ma keep killin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' on Bombay

Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin' on zombie

Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry

I'm cookin' up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay)

I told her, "The glove don't fit," I'm feelin' like O.J., ooh

The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji

Ooh, two fours in the Sprite, got me feelin' like Kobe, R.I.P., uh

All my boys, they strapped up, don't try shit

Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists

Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say, Guap?)

Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, ah, ah

(Oh, you like that?) Oh

Uh, put 'em on the news or somethin'

Put 'em on the news, ha

Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah

Put 'em on the news, ha

Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah

Put 'em on the news, ha

Put 'em on the news or somethin', woah

Put 'em on the news, ha

Put 'em on the news or somethin', hol' up

Put 'em on the news, gang, ha

Put 'em on the news, ha

Oh, hahaha, schyeah

3 Chains lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Rich The Kid)

[Playboi Carti:]

I got 3 chains on, 3 chains on

It ain't nothin' to cut that bitch off

I spend a lotta guap when I'm pissed off

I got ice all on my shit might cut my wrist off

Then I pour it in her water to end it all

Drip drop, pussy pop, Yeah she on top

I love the top, I love that your hoe gimme top

And my big homie abroad yeah he serving rock

Early in the morning hoes on the clock

I'm on the block it's two, ya

Still with the hot chef fool, ya

Then I'm hiding in her courtyard

Your bitch tryna call me boo, ya

Might just stop at Keisha spot

Might just stop at Brittany spot

They in love with my diamonds

I'm like hoe wait, stop

Might just stop at Keisha spot

Might just stop at Brittany spot

They in love with my diamonds

They gon' fuck me for my rocks

Yeah, yeah fuck me for my rocks, I got rocks

In the trap with rocks we sell rocks, yeah

Fuck me for my rocks, for my rocks, yeah

For my rocks, for my rocks

I got 3 chains on (three!)

3 chains on (three!)

3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

(Ooh, ooh)

Uh, uh

She gon' fuck me for my rocks

She gon fuck my for my yacht

Tell these fucking bitches stop

She gon fuck my for my diamond's

Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop

Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)

[Rich The Kid:]

3 chains on (ice!), I'm flexing (flex!)

Shawty wanna fuck me cause my necklace (fuck me)

She sucking on me we don't do no texting (no texting)

I walk in with the salad but no dressing (cash)

Thugging bitch I came up from finessing (finesse)

Look at the water it's real deal (real deal)

Pour a 4, pop a seal (seal)

Diamonds cold catch a chill (chill)

50 thousand for a grill (Fifty!)

I got 3 chains, 3 chains

I got a Bugatti no Mustang (Skrrrt!)

Fucking that bitch and she never complained

I love her, bought her a range (Woop!)

I can't keep it take it back (take it back)

Fuck love chase the sack (fuck it!)

Got a uzi in the Mac (Blrrrrt!)

3 chains hunnid racks

[Playboi Carti:]

3 chains on (three!)

3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

3 chains on (three!)

I got 3 chains on (ye-yeah!)

(Ooh, ooh)

Uh, uh

She gon' fuck me for my rocks

She gon fuck my for my yacht

Tell these fucking bitches stop

She gon fuck my for my diamond's

Tell these bitches fucking stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop (yeah)

Tryna fuck me for my rocks hoe stop

Tryna fuck my for my diamonds hoe stop (ye-yeah)

Back Up lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Offset)

Listen

What's brackin'? You know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, real nigga, whole lot of money

Haha, what you think got—

Nigga, hold on, hold up, hey

Hahaha

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)

Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)

Smokin' dope, bitch

I'm from South Atlanta, ho

I got money then I went West Coast (Hol' up, what? What? What? What?)

Uh, I'm like 2Pac

Nigga, I got two Glocks (Buh-buh)

You want what? Hol' up

You want what? What?

Bentley coupe, yeah

Shawty gon' fuck 'cause she know she cool (Smash)

Got the cash like, ooh

I could buy your bitch, I could buy her a coupe (What?)

I could buy them blocks (Yeah)

I could buy them blocks, I could buy your goons (Skrrt-skrrt)

I'm in Westside (Yeah)

With Big P, bitch, some big Pirus

Hahaha

Quarter mil', what's brackin', nigga?

Tryna—fuck you talkin' 'bout?

You know what I'm sayin'

29 shit, nigga, Flame Gang for real, nigga

29, bitch (And she cold)

Turn up, hol' up

(And she cold)

Check it out

Back up (What?)

Back up

Back up (What?)

Back up

Back up (Beep, what?)

Back up (Yeah)

Back up

Back up (And she cold, hold on)

Back up

Back up (Back up)

Back up (Woo, woo, woo)

Back up (Offset)

Racks up (Racks)

Chopper back up

There go 12, stashin' the dope, go put the pack up (Stash the dope)

Diamonds act up (Ice)

Pull up in the spot in the tarantula (Skrrt-skrrt)

Dirty my Fanta up

Sold-out dates on the calendar (Hey, hey)

Two doors, two seats (Two, two)

Up my status, elite (Up my status)

My drip unique (Drip)

Over a quarter in the Brinks (Over a quarter)

My gang, they shoot, they eat (Grrah)

She gon' fuck on the gang for free (Gang)

I'ma blow out the brain then breathe (Blow it)

I got drip, the sauce, the seasoning (Sauce)

Smokin' on cook', I'm wheezin' (Woo)

Hop out the drop, creatures (Drop)

Whitestone, I'll bleach you (White)

Saint Laurent, I'll teach you (Hey)

Chopper bite, it eat you (Bite)

Double on my Wraith (Wraith)

It got the stars with the features (Stars)

See it with the beam

It hit you far, make it reach you (Where you goin'?)

Hold the stick like a guitar and it's lethal

Back up (What? And she cold), back up

Back up (What?), back up (What?)

Back up, back up

Back up, back up (And she cold, hold on)

Back up, back up

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Slatt)

Smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)

I'm smokin' dope, bitch (Yeah, hol' up)

Smokin' dope bitch

I'm from South Atlanta, ho

I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)

I'm from South Atlanta, ho

I got money, then I went west coast (Hol' up)

BACKR00MS lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Travis Scott)

[Playboi Carti:]

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb

I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback

Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Ice on my face, woah, bitches tryna chase, woah

I ain't ever flake, woah, tell me, what it take? Woah

Tell me what it takes, woah, grab the duct tape, huh

We not the same gang, woah, ho, I bang, bang, woah

I'm with La Flame, gang, woah, we too insane on these hoes

I took off my mask, you know, they mad, I don't see below

And the hoes, they fuckin' the hoes, big rocks on me, so cold

If you know what I know, hide your ho, big cups, I'm sippin' flamingo

I was in the spot yesterday with my pops, my grandma still play bingo

Niggas want a problem with the gang, man, I don't know why but we goin' dumb, ho'

Shakin' my dreads in her face, this bitch a lil' vibe, put her in my Demmo

Fuck how they talkin', we poppin' this shit right now, yeah, huh, huh

Uh, I'm off the za and the Wock', can't feel myself, oh, yeah, yeah

Uh, she's a trendin' topic so I'm tryna pipe, oh, yeah, yeah

Ooh, hit it one time, then I'm out, hit it one time, then you out

Uh, fuck all these bitches and bops, all of these hoes are hot

Ooh, I'm walkin' around with a lot, pockets is filled with them knots

Bitch tryna sneak pictures, I don't give a fuck 'bout much

I think I need me a Ice Spice, yeah, I want me a munch

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb

I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback

Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

[Travis Scott:]

Yeah, yeah

Throw it like 12 (Yeah), just so you know we don't fuck with 12 (Fuck with 12)

Not in this bitch by myself, but I'm by myself (By myself)

They got money on your top, who say you can't buy help? (Tell the tale)

I'm feelin' like Joe or somethin', like Terror Squad, we blowin' somethin' (Hah)

She poppin' them 30s, thinkin' they workin', but they ain't doin' nothin' (Woo)

She doin' Ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (Nah)

That shit a look iffy, need her thick, he need her to move somethin' (Iffy)

Like it prove somethin', just don't you remove nothin' (Don't you do it)

Crib like a zoo, jumpin', we got reggaeton bumpin' (Ha)

I need me two cummin', double-double, quick Drummond (It's-)

I keep a full drum and never know what fool's comin' (Yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]

In the middle of the field, throw me a bomb

I'm throwin' that bih' like a quarterback

Standin' in the field, holdin' a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Stood in the field, holdin' me a bomb

Throwin' that ho like a quarterback

Bankroll lyrics - Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti

DP on the beat

Greedy Money

Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face, and I look like yeah (Yeah)

Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)

Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

And I'm smokin' on this dope

Takin' Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Ayy, ayy (Cash Carti)

Pull up, wait, ayy

On a date, ayy

Countin' cake, ayy

Play with my cake, ayy

Break your face, ayy

Countin' cake, ayy (Cash Carti)

Break the bank, ayy

Diamonds flooded like the sink, ayy

I've been pullin' up in a tank, ayy (In a tank)

'Cause my money got no limit, ayy (Cash Carti)

And my car don't got no ceiling, ayy (Yeah)

And my bitch don't got no limit, ayy (Lil Uzi)

Makin' that money, I'm willin', ayy (Chee, chee)

Told your bitch I got that money, ayy (Chee, chee)

Told your bitch that I be peelin' you, ayy

Drinking that lean out the bottle, ayy

This is not no penicillin, ayy

My credit card got the billions, ayy (Cash Carti)

Your credit card got a limit, ayy

Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy

I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy

Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)

Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)

Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)

Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

And I always keep the pole (Cash Carti, always keep the pole)

And I always keep the pole (Always keep the pole)

Everywhere I go I keep that pole, I keep that pole (Cash Carti, everywhere I go)

Everywhere I go I keep the pole, I keep the pole (Everywhere I go)

Everywhere I go these bitches know, these bitches know (Ayy, countin' all these rolls)

Everywhere I go my bank don't fold, that bank don't fold (Ayy, countin' all these rolls)

Countin' up them rolls, big bankrolls, them big bankrolls

(Cash Carti)

Countin' up them rolls, big bankrolls, them big bankrolls (Cash Carti)

Yeah (Yeah)

Got a bitch named Rubi Rose (Sauce, sauce, sauce)

See me with Justine then she stopped callin' my phone (Woo, zone, zone, zone, zone)

I be in my zone (Cash Carti)

Girl, what's goin' on?

She stoped callin' my phone

Ayy, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Woo, woo)

Told that bitch to call my phone (Cash Carti)

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)

Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)

Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)

Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Greedy Money)

Yeah, yeah (DP on the beat)

Yeah

Yeah, ayy (Cash Carti, What?)

Pull up, wait, ayy

On a date, ayy

Countin' cake

Play with my cake, ayy

Break your face, ayy

Countin' cake, ayy (Cash Carti)

Break the bank (Yeah)

AK, beam (Countin' all these rolls)

Bitches, Bs (Oh yeah)

I be in Lennox (Yeah)

Squad big (Countin' all these rolls)

I fuck that ho 'cause I want to (Cash Carti)

I fuck them girls 'cause I want to

I bought that bag 'cause I want to (Cash Carti)

Yeah, 2, zone, zone, zone, ayy

Drinkin' that lean out the bottom, ayy (Woo, zone, zone, zone)

This is not no penicillin, ayy

My credit card got the billions, ayy (Cash Carti)

Your credit card got a limit, ayy

Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy

I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy (Le' go, le' go)

Yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah (Yeah)

Told that bitch to give me dome (Dome)

Pass her to my bros like ain't shit changed and we look like yeah, yeah (Cash Carti)

And I'm smokin' on this dope (Dope)

Taking Xans 'til I can't feel my face and I look like yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (Greedy Money)

Yeah, yeah (DP on the beat)

Yeah

Beef lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Ethereal)

[Playboi Carti:]

Who got? Who got

Who got beef with me

Who got? Who got

Who got beef with me

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

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