Fell In Luv lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Bryson Tiller)

[Playboi Carti:]

I fell in love, fell in love

But that's okay 'cause we in love

Oh my God, I fell in love

I fell in love with the love

Show me love, I give you love

Fell in love, I fell in love

I want in for the love

Just show me love, just show me love

I fell in love, I fell in love

And that's okay 'cause I'm in love

We in that bed, give me head

I want that just to stay

Close your eye, don't shed no tear

Keep it dark, close the shade

I'm off the pills, you on that lean

You fuck me slowly, uh, girl, do your thing

Let's take some pictures, let's take some scenes, huh

Playboy, huh, magazine, huh

She got her panties off with no T, huh

She got her titties out, she wanna tease, huh

She tatted up now, I see you see, huh

I know you see, I know you see I see

You know I want that bitch, I wanna eat, I eat

I wanna lick it up, I wanna fucking eat

I wanna freeze you up, I want them diamonds blinging

I want it all on you, I want you all on me, ooh

I fell in love, fell in love

But that's okay 'cause we in love

Oh my God, I fell in love

I fell in love with the love

Show me love, I give you love

Fell in love, I fell in love

I want in for the love

Just show me love, just show me love

[Bryson Tiller:]

Lil' ma fly, she got a flock now

Got a squad now, got a drop now

She club hop, ay, jewelry shopping

Girl, you shining, girl, you fine, and yeah, you

Fine as wine, you ten like diamonds (Dime piece)

I treat you like my last dime

Go broke, uh, no joke, uh

I cut these hoes off, I kill the roll call

I put the doors up, she like to show off

Them bitches sleepy, them bitches dozed off

I put a ring on it, name got a ring to it

On my knees for you, watch me do it how he ain't do it

I cannot speak for you, but I know that he ain't fluent

I speak your language, he don't tell you things, do he?

Like girl, you dangerous, girl, I ain't seen beauty

Not 'til I seen you, gon' treat you like queen do

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let me sing to you, let this be the theme music, girl, I fell in love

[Playboi Carti:]

I fell in love, fell in love

But that's okay 'cause we in love

Oh my God, I fell in love

I fell in love with the love

Show me love, I give you love

Fell in love, I fell in love

I want in for the love

Just show me love, just show me love

I fell in love, I fell in love

And that's okay 'cause I'm in love

Foreign lyrics - Playboi Carti

You know what I'm saying, man?

Still drinking lean and shit

Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign

And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)

Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em

City to city, I'm touring (Ooh)

Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour

All of my diamonds, they glowing

Fuck on your bitch, yeah

She left in the morning (Ooh)

Diamonds, they skating on ice, huh

Run it up, bitch, Jerry Rice, hey, ay

Hurt your feelings with the price, ay

Everything come with a price, ay

Everything come with a price, ay

Hundred thousand, yeah, my price (Ooh)

Too many rings like I'm Mike (Ooh)

I got the motherfucking mic (Ooh)

I got the motherfucking Ike, huh

I told your bitch to come trike, uh

Pass me the motherfucking mic, uh

I'm in the lobby, I'm piped, ooh

I told that bitch to come pipe, ooh

Shawty wan' fuck on the pipe, ooh, uh, ooh, what? Ooh

Shawty gon' lick on the pipe, ooh

I got the strap like a dyke, ooh

I got the strap, I don't fight, ooh

My diamonds, they icy ice, ooh

My diamonds, they ice, they bite, ooh

Your diamonds they 'ight, a'ight, ooh

Ask that little bitch what's her type? (Ooh, ay, what? Ay)

Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign

And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)

Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em

City to city, I'm touring (Yeah)

Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour

All of my diamonds, they glowing

Fuck on your bitch, yeah

She left in the morning (Ooh)

Diamonds on diamonds on diamonds

Empty your pockets and pay that little homage (What?)

I got Pirus in the lobby (Yeah)

I got Pirus right behind me (Carti)

Cranberry drip with the rag (Carti)

I might just pull up in Bompton (Carti)

Walk in the lobby like Gotti (Gotti)

You can't trust me, I'm too popping (Popping)

These niggas, they tryna 2Pac me (What? What?)

Used to be robbing (Robbing)

Molly Santana, jaw locking (Locking)

This Spanish bitch calling me Papi (Papi)

She ride me like a Bugatti ('Gatti)

Hop in the foreign, fuck the mileage (Mileage)

Pick the boof up, bitch, I'm tired (Tired)

Booted up, bitch, never tired (What? Ooh, ooh)

Ooh, hop in that motherfucking foreign (What?)

And that motherfucker be roaring (Ooh)

Big gun, bitch, yeah, show 'em

City to city, I'm touring (Ooh)

Lil Carti, I'm ready to pour

All of my diamonds, they glowing

Fuck on your bitch, yeah

She left in the morning (Ooh)

Pull Up lyrics - Playboi Carti

Drop top

Drop top, VLONE, drop top (You know what I'm sayin'?)

Drop top, drop top (I got niggas out here killin' each other for VLONE hoodies, you dig?)

Drop top, VLONE, drop top

Drop top, VLONE, drop top

Drop top, wild on wide top (Slatt)

Drop top, VLONE, drop top

Drop top, VLONE, wide top

Drop top, VLONE, drop top

Drop top, VLONE, wide top

Drop top, VLONE, drop top

Pull up (What?)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, uh, uh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Uh)

Beep (Uh, what? Yeah)

Pull up (Uh, what?)

Pull up (Uh, what? Uh)

Check it out (Uh, what? Yeah)

Pull up (Uh, skrrt)

All of these niggas, they talk (Talk)

All of these niggas, they talk (Talk)

All of my choppers, they talk (Talk)

All of my choppers, they talk (Huh?)

Check it out (Check it out)

Forty-five clip in the SAW (SAW)

All of these niggas, they soft (Soft)

All of these niggas, they soft

Forty-five clip with the beam (Bam)

Hit a lil' boy from the far (Yeah)

Forty-five niggas with me, huh

All of my niggas, they boss (Woah)

Suck on my dick soft, ooh

Suck on my dick raw, ooh

Suck on my dick, mop, ooh

Fuckin' that bitch row, raw (Bitch)

Had to go cop an AP, yeah

Had to go cop me some rocks (Ice)

Had to go cop me some lean, ooh

I poured the lean on the rocks, ooh

Suck on my dick, uh

She suck my dick with her jaw

Lean, ooh, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, lean, uh

Run it up, run it up

Run it up, bitch, PE, huh

I got a crib, MTV (Talk to 'em)

Yeah, come see (What?)

Pull up (Uh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, uh, uh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, what? Uh)

Beep (Uh, what?)

Pull up (Talk to 'em, skrrt)

'Giela, Margiela

Ooh, sweater, uh

Change the weather, ooh

Damn, ooh, Cash Carti

Woah (Woah), off the Molly

Actavis (Yeah)

I'm coppin' it (Yeah, what?)

Shopping bags, hey

Full of shit (Talk to 'em)

Come and kick it (Yeah)

Come in Lenox (Lenox)

We be ballin' (Talk to 'em)

Money spendin' (Ayy, Pi'erre)

Pull up (Pull up)

Drop top, ooh, ooh

Bad bitch, ooh, what?

Pull up, ooh, what?

Gucci, ooh, ooh

Flip flops, ooh, uh

Come spit, ooh, ooh

Lockjaw, ooh

Backflip (Backflip, what?)

Oh yeah (Ooh, what?)

Big bag (Ooh, what?)

Goyard (Ooh, what?)

Playboi (Uh, what?)

Oh yeah (Talk to 'em)

Bad bitch, uh, yeah

Pull up, ooh

Pull up (Uh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, huh, uh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Pull up (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep, beep (Uh, uh, uh)

Beep (Uh, what? Huh)

Beep (Uh, what? Uh)

Beep (Uh, what?)

Drop top, pull up

Rockstar, popstar, drop top, pull up

Rockstar, popstar, Wockstar

Drop top, popstar, popstar, pull up

Mileage lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Chief Keef)

[Chief Keef:]

Yeah, let's get it, bitch

[Playboi Carti {Chief Keef}:]

Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies

Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage (Mileage)

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Miley Cyrus (Huh?), catching bodies (Huh?)

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}

Ooh, ooh, Miley Cyrus {What?}

Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley {Huh?}

Ooh, yeah, Miley Cyrus {Huh?}

Ooh, yeah, Miley, Miley {Let's get it}

Ooh, yeah, Wayne's World

Ooh, yeah, Carti, Carti

Ooh, yeah, Calabasas {Are you coming?}

Ooh, yeah, Kendall, Kylie {Huh?}

Ooh, ooh, Adidas deal {Huh?}

Ooh, yeah, shout-out Kanye

Ooh, yeah, crazy girls

Ooh, yeah, every Friday

Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies (Bang)

Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage (Mileage)

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Miley Cyrus {Huh?}, catching bodies {Yeah, ay}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Huh?}

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage {Nah}

[Chief Keef:]

Malibu, that's casual

Got the McAdoo, fill you with gratitude

I'm with them animals, it's a real nigga annual

Your ho on automatic, put her on manual

She gimme-imme head, Betty Boop (Top)

If you're looking for me, I'm in Saks Fifth Avenue (Yeah)

I just went and bought me some flash bangs (Huh?)

You can disappear, disrespecting that gang (Hahaha, ay)

Chopper go ra-ta-ta, ah

You talking rarara

Hmm, she got more mileage than a car

And she just pulled up to the spot, spot, spot

[Playboi Carti:]

Miley Cyrus, catching bodies

Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Miley Cyrus (Miley Cyrus), catching bodies

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage

Don't care if that pussy got some mileage, mileage

Don't care if your pussy got some mileage, mileage

FlatBed Freestyle lyrics - Playboi Carti

In Atlanta with some organic, uh, hold up

Pussy mad, I smoke that organic, uh, hold up, yeah

Fendi'd down, I'm smoking organic, uh, uh

And it's Die Lit, uh, uh

F&N, I'm smoking, uh, what? Uh, yeah

F&N, I smoke on organic, uh, yeah (Organic)

She bend down, she need some more breath, uh, yeah, yeah

I got smoke all in the air, uh, yeah (I got smoke all in this ho)

Fuck this up and you get left (What? Fuck this up and you get left, yeah)

AP on my fucking left (Uh, yeah, hold up)

Stack it up right on the shelf, uh (Stack it up like, stack it up)

Your bitch look familiar (Your bitch, your bitch, uh, bitch)

I got drip all everywhere (Your bitch, yeah)

I got cash all everywhere (Hold up, your bitch, beep)

I'ma do this by myself, uh, yeah (I'ma do this by, ooh)

On the jet by, by myself, uh, yeah

And I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh, yeah (Hold up)

I touch down and get my fingers wet, uh, yeah, uh (I touch down and get my fingers wet)

My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head (My bitch got that G.O.A.T. head)

Riding 'round on moped, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)

My bitch off the Percocet (My bitch off the Percocet)

Pop that bean and count them deads, uh (Pop that bean and count them deads)

Yeah, she suck me, I can't feel my legs, yeah (Pop that bean and count them deads)

My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands, hold up (My bitch yucky, she don't use no hands)

Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, uh (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)

Dance floor with the diamonds dancing, uh, yeah, yeah (Dance floor with the diamonds dancing)

That's why you cop by them bags, uh (Yeah, yeah)

In L.A. I smoke that gas, uh

In L.A. I link with slatt (And I)

That bitch with you, she gave you back (Uh)

I fucked that bitch, then gave her back, uh (I fucked that bitch then, yeah)

I nut on her, she make me 'lax (Yeah)

That gun on me, I cannot lack (That gun on me, yeah)

Your bitch right, she got it clapped (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You can die 'bout yours, boy, you get clapped

I took that lil' boy right off of the map (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We killed them boys right here, right in the trap

I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed (Yeah)

I fucked that bitch, he running 'round in laps

You touch down in my city, you better tap

That bitch 'round here, she know she gotta tap (Yeah, uh)

I seen that bitch riding 'round in Nudy 'Cat, huh (Nat-nat)

That bitch with me and now she on that pack (Nat-nat, nat-nat, nat-nat)

I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack (I'm on Southside and I'm weighing the crack)

I'm on Southside, yeah, hand on the gat (Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on Southside every day with blatt, uh (Uh)

I'm on Southside, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up (whoa)

One more pint, hold up, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah

Too much lean, yeah, uh, too much ice, hold up, uh

One more pint, yeah, uh, one more pint, uh, yeah

One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint, uh, yeah

One more pint, yeah, yeah, one more pint, yeah, yeah

Too much lean, uh, yeah, too much ice, hold up, yeah

One more pint, uh, yeah, one more pint

No Time lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Gunna)

[Playboi Carti:]

Check it out

Wake up in the morning and know I gotta do this shit

Ay, let's do it

(Cannon)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)

[Gunna:]

Four, five, six, seven bitches keep calling my line (My line)

You cap like Mitchell & Ness, little nigga, stop lying (No cap, nah)

Chop that top on my Lam', I'm living my life (Living my life, nah)

Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (Uh)

Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (Make her my wife)

She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes)

Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (Put 'em on a flight)

Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (See 'em in the night)

Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight)

No, traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (Really wanna ride)

Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (Not my kind)

Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wasting my time (Wasting my time)

[Playboi Carti:]

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)

My bitch fine, huh

You don't wanna lie, hold up

My bitch biting, hold up

These niggas been biting, yeah

But my diamonds keep biting, uh

These hoes be biting, hold up

These niggas be biting, hold up, hold up

Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden

Got a bitch hitting the line right now, yeah, say she got molly, uh, yeah

Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (Nah, yeah)

OG, you know me, yeah

It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah

Balling on your ho like Kobe, uh (Balling)

Dunking on your ho like no B

Bald head like Ginóbili

Piru, watch my nose bleed

That boy dead

Arm and a leg, hold up, yeah

Head and chest

Turning your head

Take your bread

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off, clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch, she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here, they stay lying (Hold up)

We ain't got time

I drop my demons off (Yeah), clear my mind

Riding 'round town with a bad ass bitch (Yeah), she a dime (Hold up)

All these niggas, they cap 'round here (Yeah), they stay lying (Hold up)

Middle Of The Summer lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Red Coldhearted)

[Playboi Carti:]

Hold up

You know what I'm sayin'? Kesha and them back there

Yeah, Kesha

You know what I'm sayin'? Got motherfuckin' Redd in this bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?

Know what I'm sayin'? Real player shit

Me and my bitch, nigga

Yeah, me and my ho, nigga (Yeah)

We do this shit with my bitch, nigga (Yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? We do this shit for my bitch, nigga, Tony

Walk in that shit, take over that bitch

I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me (Check it out)

Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Check it out)

Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (Check it out)

Shawty gon' get on top of me (What? What? What? What?)

All of this ice in the summertime

Ain't no boy fucking with Carti, nah

[Redd Coldhearted (Playboi Carti):]

I'm in this bitch with Yung Carti (Carti)

Riding 'round with the top down (What?)

All these bitches so naughty (What?)

They tryna fuck on us right now (Uh)

If Carti with it, then I'm ridin' (Yeah)

Got a hundred on the neck (What?)

Ain't no stoppin', bitch, I'm poppin'

You see this Rollie and this chain

Bitch, I'm so icy, I'm cocky

Just dropped a fifty on my jeweler

And told him make sure it's shiny

It's Coldhearted and she got a stick

Right beside me, I'ma let it hit

I ain't really with the sucker shit

These niggas around me, you know they with it, yeah

These niggas around me you know they with it, yeah

They toting them Glocks and them dirty sticks, yeah

About Coldhearted, they gon' pull up quick, yeah

They ready for war, yeah, you know they with it, yeah

[Playboi Carti:]

Yeah, me and my ho, nigga (Yeah)

We do this shit with my bitch, nigga (Yeah)

You know what I'm sayin'? I can't really complain 'bout shit, man

Everything good, you know what I'm sayin'?

Walk in that shit, take over that bitch

Fuck nigga don't want no problem

I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me (Check it out)

Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Check it out)

Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (Check it out)

Shawty gon' get on top of me (What? What? What? What?)

All of this ice in the summertime

Ain't no boy fucking with Carti, nah

I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me

Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)

Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me

Shawty gon' get on top of me

I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me

Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)

Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me

Shawty gon' get on top of me

I'm in a hood where niggas don't bother me

Thirty-five hundred my cardigan (Cardigan)

Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me

Shawty gon' get on top of me (Top of me)

Choppa Won't Miss lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Young Thug)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah, we ain't wasting no time

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Slatt, slatt, slatt, woo

[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)

Chopper won't miss a nigga

[Young Thug {Playboi Carti}:]

Chopper won't, hold on

(Red dot)

(Beep, beep, beep, beep)

Rrah, yeah

(Yeah)

Hold on, hold on, hold on (Yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]

She hop on the dick and she split, huh

Hop on the dick like a bitch, huh

Suck on my dick like a tick, huh (What? What? Uh)

You a copier, yeah, you like to copy shit (Carti)

You wasn't even on the style until Yung Carti popped this shit, bitch

I got hella hoes (whoa)

On some popping shit (whoa, whoa)

Need a popping bitch (whoa)

Need a solid bitch (whoa)

Harder than a brick (Beep, beep)

Choppers on the counter, pints all in the fridge

[Playboi Carti {Young Thug}:]

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Hold on, hold on}

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)

Chopper won't miss a nigga

Always running with my gun

Young nigga shoot for fun

Put some money on your head

I serve your ass for ten

I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the 'fit

I got bitches on top of bitches, ay, and all my bitches tens

I still don't dance, no Milly Rock (Rock)

Just hide it in my sock (Sock)

I got bitches in the lot (Lot)

Pouring up the pop (Pop)

{yeah}

{Straight savage, slatt}

{Hold on, hold on, hold on, woo}

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Chopper won't miss a nigga}

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, grrah)}

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)

Chopper won't miss a nigga {Grrah, Jeffery}

[Young Thug:]

Thirty-round drum in the jean jacket (Thirty-round drum in the jacket)

None of my jeans come in baggy

I never go for a chain snatch (I never go for a chain snatch)

I been hit that, that's the same, jack (Hah, yeah, hold on, yeah)

Three-twenty on the dash (Skrrt, hold on)

A Bentley truck is my G-Wagen (Huh, huh, yeah)

Me and the dawgs smoking nothing but nasty (Dawg)

Fuck the law and whoever asking (Yeah, yeah)

Cheated on my bitch with a bitch, so you know she was lit (Yeah)

Cheated on my bitch with a bitch with bigger titties (Yeah)

'Bout to cheat on my bitch with a motherfucking midget (Yeah)

Bank with my card, I go hard in every city (Go hard in every city)

Every one of the dawgs got some hoes in every city (Hoes in every city)

Every one of these hoes 'round this bitch say that we litty (We litty)

Ran over the law if I tell 'em, "ay, let's get it" (Let's get it)

Platinum Wraith, let's get it (Skrrt)

Diamonds in the face, let's get it

I got diamonds in my face, they half a carat, ay

[Playboi Carti:]

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Chopper won't miss a nigga)

Chopper won't miss a nigga (Red dot)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Yeah)

Hundred-round drum killing everybody (Red dot)

Chopper won't miss a nigga

[Young Thug:]

Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew

Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew

Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew

Pew-pew-pew-pew, pew-pew, pew-pew

Pew

R.I.P. Fredo (Notice Me) lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Young Nudy)

[Playboi Carti:]

Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Slatt)

Uh, notice me, yeah

Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh

Nigga didn't notice me, yeah

I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh

He ain't even notice me, yeah

Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh

A nigga didn't notice me

Hitting that boy with that fire, uh

They ain't even know it's me, uh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, ooh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, huh

Hitting that boy with that fire (Slatt)

Nigga didn't notice me

Hold up, little bitch, I got bags (Slatt, slatt)

You talking to mans (Slime)

Hold up, little bitch I got bags (Slime, slime)

You talking to me (Slime)

Hitting that boy with that fire (Fire)

Nigga didn't know it was me (Nigga didn't know)

Nigga be dead to me (Yeah)

Nigga be dead meat

Hitting that bitch from the side (Side)

I wanna have a ménage

I wanna have a good time (What?)

I wanna fuck up your life (Yeah)

She wanna play with that fire (Fire)

Shawty gon' play with that fire (Fire)

These niggas ain't ready for slime

They ain't even ready for slime (Yeah)

Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Slatt)

Uh, notice me, yeah

Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh

Nigga didn't notice me, yeah

I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh

He ain't even notice me, yeah

Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh

A nigga didn't notice me

[Playboi Carti (Young Nudy):]

Hitting that boy with that fire, uh

They ain't even know it's me, uh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, ooh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, huh

Hitting that boy with that fire (Yeah)

Nigga didn't notice me

[Young Nudy {Playboi Carti}:]

Hitting that boy with the fire (What up?)

Wish a motherfucker try (Uh-huh)

Know Slime gonna fire (Slime)

I been firing all the shots (You know it)

Since I was a little nigga (You know it)

little nigga having pistols (What?)

Pistols never was a issue (Never)

Getting money since a younging (Younging)

Been having hoes coming (Cut it up)

Lot of niggas out here fronting (Fronts)

Know them pussy niggas bluffing (Nah)

These niggas wasn't shooting (Nah)

Slime ball been packing (Gats)

Slime ball 'bout that action (Slime)

And you know what's happening (What's happening?)

Yeah, bitch {Yeah, bitch}

[Playboi Carti (Young Nudy):]

Hitting that bitch from the far, uh (Yeah)

Uh, notice me, yeah (Fah-fah-fah; bitch)

Hitting that boy with that fire, ooh

Nigga didn't notice me, yeah (Pow-pow)

I'm hitting that bitch with some fire, ooh

He ain't even notice me, yeah (Brrt)

Hitting that bitch with that fire, uh

A nigga didn't notice me (Brrt)

[Playboi Carti:]

Hitting that boy with that fire, uh

They ain't even know it's me, uh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, ooh

They ain't even notice me, huh

They ain't even know it's me, huh

Hitting that boy with that fire (Fire)

Nigga didn't notice me (Uh)

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

What? (Fucking ice, man)

Huh? What? (Fucking ice, nigga)

Huh? What? (Fucking ice, man)

Huh? What?

What?

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Huh?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What? What?)

Repping that 9 'til I die (Slatt)

Made my first mil' in July

Fucked that little bitch then she cried

I'm in Miami like Plies

Eighty-one thousand left right, ooh

Eighty-one thousand that mike, yeah

Walk in that bitch and get right, yeah

I call up Elliot twice, yeah

I get that bitch and get right, yeah

I put that bitch on that dope, ooh

I get that dope that she like (Yeah, ooh, yeah)

Ride like a bike (Yeah, what? What? What?)

These niggas, they bite (Ooh)

They taking my swag, they swipe (Slatt)

VVS diamonds, I'm in this bitch with the dentist (Yeah, dentist)

Back, back like tennis, I'm in the spot like a chemist (Chemist)

I ain't going out, out sad, you a little ho, you can get it (Smash, get it)

I ain't going out, out sad, you a little ho, you can get it (What? What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (Yeah)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (Huh?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

I'm on the top of the building (What?)

Playboi Carti (2017)

• Location
• Magnolia
• Lookin'
• Wokeuplikethis*
• Let It Go
• Half & Half
• New Choppa
• Other Shit
• No. 9
• Dothatshit!
• Lame Niggaz
• Yah Mean
• Flex
• Kelly K
• Had 2 

Location lyrics - Playboi Carti

(La música de Harry Fraud)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, what? What?

You cannot hop in my car (Yeah, yeah)

Bentley coupe riding with stars (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, what? What? (Yeah, yeah)

I keep a Glock like a cop (Yeah, yeah), uh, ay, yeah (Yeah)

She give the top in the drop (What?)

Yeah, ay (Yeah)

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, what?)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah)

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, yeah)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, what?)

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm, yeah, yeah)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah)

What? Yeah, what? (Yeah)

What? Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah (What?)

Yeah, yeah (What?)

Tats on my neck and my arm, uh

Tats on my neck and my, uh (Yeah)

Uh, ooh (Huh?)

In this bitch going crazy (Huh?)

Uh, yeah (Who?)

I'm with this shit like a baby (Yeah)

Uh, yeah, yeah

I fuck your bitch, she my baby, uh, yeah, yeah (What?)

I treat your bitch like my lady, yeah, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Shorty bend back like the Matrix, uh (Shorty bend back like the Matrix)

Curge whip it up like the '80s, uh (Curge whip it up like the '80s)

I'm in the kitchen, go crazy, uh (I'm in the kitchen, go crazy)

I just want me a Mercedes, uh (I just want me a Mercedes)

Pull up, we toting .380s, uh (Pull up, we toting .380s)

Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation, uh (Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation)

Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation, uh (Pull up, I sent the __cpLocation)

What? What?

You cannot hop in my car (You cannot hop in my car, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bentley coupe riding with stars (Bentley coupe riding with stars, what?)

Yeah, yeah, what? What? (Yeah, yeah)

I keep a Glock like a cop (I keep a Glock like a cop)

Uh, ay, yeah (What? Yeah)

She give the top in the drop (She give the top in the drop, yeah, drop, drop, drop)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, ay

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Tats on my neck and my arm)

Diamonds, they wet on my arm (Diamonds, they wet on my arm)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah, what?)

Tats on my neck and my arm

Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, ay (Yeah, yeah)

Tats on my neck and my arm

Tats on my neck and my arm, yeah, yeah

Check, yeah, ay, yeah (Yeah)

Uh, yeah (Yeah)

Tats on my neck and my arm (Yeah)

Magnolia lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Uh

In New York I Milly Rock (Rock)

Hide it in my sock (Sock)

Running from an opp (Opp)

And I shoot at opp (Opp), uh, uh (What?)

And I'm on the block (What?), uh, uh (What? What?)

And I'm on the block (What?)

In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?)

Hide it in my sock (What?)

Hide it in my sock (What?)

Selling that rerock (What? Whoa, what? What? Uh, what? What?)

In New York I Milly Rock (Ooh)

Hide it in my sock (Whoa)

Used to sell rerock (What?)

Running from the cops (Whoa)

Shooting at these opps (Whoa)

Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Whoa)

Shooting at these opps (What?)

'Cause I run they block (What?), uh

Give me top (Top), uh, in my drop-top

All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)

When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)

All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)

When I drop, uh (Drop, drop)

Woo, woo, woo, woo (Beep)

Woo, woo (Beep), woo, woo (Beep)

All these hoes want cash (Cash)

All these hoes want bags, uh

Fucking on your bitch (Beep), uh

I'm her dad (Yeah), uh

All these niggas sound like Cash, sound like Cash (Blah)

I'm a soldier, ooh (What?)

Damn, I thought I told you, ooh (What?)

Shooting like a soldier, ooh (Beep)

Like I'm from Magnolia, ooh (What?)

All these niggas (What? What?) always fold (What? What?)

Big bank (What? What?) never fold (What?)

I'm sipping Act' (What?), fill that shit slowly (Hello?)

Bitches on me (What? Beep) say she like my clothing (Yeah)

I'm in London (What?) Yung Carti global (What?)

Designer is on me (Phew) call it dirty laundry (Phew)

All these bitches want Yung Carti (What?), Yung Carti (Yeah)

Ay, Yung Carti, Yung Carti, what? (Hop in the bit', hop in the bit')

Yung Carti, Yung Carti (What? What? Hold on), yeah

All of your bitches, they loose, hold on

All of your bitches, they loose, hold on (Yeah)

All of my bitches, they rich, hold on

And they stay rocking that Rick, hold on

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, what? What? Hold on, what? What? Uh (Yeah)

Rich, rich (Rich)

Cash Carti, bitch (Bitch)

Rich, bitch (Hold on)

Got a rich clique (Hold on)

I'm sucking on the clit (Hold on)

She sucking on the dick (Yeah)

Give that ho a tip (Yeah)

Told her, "Buy some kicks" (Kicks)

Ooh, then I brush my teeth (What?)

Hop up in the whip

Glocky in the whip (Skrrt; Glocky)

Glocky in the whip (Yeah)

And I'm cocky, fucking on a thotty

She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (Stop me)

I'm riding in a Masi (What? Masi)

This ain't even my Masi (Nah)

Hope that's not your thotty (What?)

Your bitch look like a auntie (What?)

Walked in with Ashanti (What?)

Damn, that look like 'Shanti (What?)

Damn, that look like Carti (Yeah-yeah)

I think that be Yung Carti

Heard he spent a hundred on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy (Phew, what? Whoa, whoa)

In New York I Milly Rock (What?)

Hide it in my sock (What? What?)

Running from an opp (What? What?)

And I shoot at opp (What? What?), uh, uh (Phew)

And I'm on the block (Phew), uh, uh (Hello?)

And I'm on the block (What?)

In New York I Milly Rock (What?)

Hide it in my sock (What?)

Hide it in my sock (Sock)

Selling that rerock (Rerock)

What? What? (What?)

What? Uh, what?

In New York I Milly Rock (What?)

Hide it in my sock (What?)

Use to sell rerock, uh

Running from the cops, uh

Shooting at these opps

You know what I'm saying?

Yo (Yeah), Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?

Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man

Lookin' lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Playboi Carti:]

Woop (Phew)

Yeah (Phew-phew)

Look at these niggas (Phew-phew)

Uh, look at these (Phew-phew, what?)

Blaow, blaow, blaow (Yeah)

(Ooh)

[Playboi Carti {Lil Uzi Vert}:]

Look at these niggas, what? {Uh}

Look at these niggas, ooh {What?}

Look at these niggas, what? {Yeah}

Look at these niggas, what? {ay}

Fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (little bitch, little bitch)

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh {ay}

Fuck these niggas, uh, uh

Fuck these niggas, uh {Yeah}

Yeah, little bitch

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Woo)

Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh)

[Playboi Carti:]

Aude' on my wrist, yeah

Might just take your bitch, ooh

Might just take that risk, yeah

Take her on a trip, ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Lay it on her tongue, ooh (Yeah)

Put her right to bed, ooh (Yeah)

Hit 'em with the drum, ooh (Brrt)

They gon' feel this shit, ooh (Brrt-brrt, yeah, yeah)

Driving like I'm drunk, ooh (Skrrt)

But I'm off that lean (Lean, yeah)

Bitches wanna fuck, ooh (Yeah)

Ho, come lean on me, ooh (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, Promethazine, ooh (Mud)

I can't even see, ooh (I can't even see)

Niggas envy me, ooh (Yeah)

Bitch, I'm MVP, ooh (Yeah)

[Playboi Carti {Lil Uzi Vert}:]

Ooh, yeah, shit, yeah {Yeah, yeah}

Man, it's something, I f—

What the fuck you...?

Oh, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot, I forgot

I don't fuck with these niggas

Look at these niggas, uh, uh

Look at these, uh, what? Blatt, blatt {Yeah}

Look at these niggas, what? {Uh}

Look at these niggas, ooh {What?}

Look at these niggas, what? {Yeah}

Look at these niggas, what? {ay}

Uh, fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (Bitch-ass nigga)

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh {ay}

Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch)

Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch, little bitch)

Yeah (What?), little bitch

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Snitch)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Go)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh), {alright}, (I'm good)

[Lil Uzi Vert (Playboi Carti):]

Chopper with the stick (Stick)

And it got the kick

(Ay, Uzi, where my gun at, bruh?)

Got a lot of kick, make you do a backflip, yeah

(Stop, stop playing with me)

I'm a walking lick

Woo, lick, lick, lick, lick

Told that girl that I don't wanna fuck, told her, "Just lick" (Taking your bitch)

Lick (Hey), lick (Ooh), lick (Ooh, ooh)

I cannot fuck you, no, bitch, get the fuck out my whip (Ooh, ooh, skrrt, vroom)

Walk with your shorty, that 40, that's all on my hip

Pull up them Forgis, that's all of my VIP

I ain't got time to be calling no bitch

That's why I always be stalling a bitch

Don't want her no more, I'm passing assists

(Ay, stop, stop playing with me, stop fucking playing with me)

(You know what I'm saying? I'm here fucking with Carti and Uzi)

Jump on a bike, run from the pigs

Smoking that gas, you smoke that mid

Fucked at my crib, met her at LIV

Laugh at these niggas, look at these bitches (What? Blatt, blatt, blatt)

(Cash Carti shit, bitch)

[Playboi Carti:]

Look at these niggas, what? (Beep, yeah)

Look at these niggas, ooh (Carti)

Look at these niggas, what? (What? What?)

Look at these niggas, what? (What? Uh)

Fuck these niggas, yeah, ooh (Bitch-ass nigga)

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (Bitch-ass nigga)

Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch)

Fuck these niggas, uh (little bitch, little bitch)

Yeah, little bitch

Fuck these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (little snitch)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (Go)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)

Look at these niggas, yeah, uh (What's up?)

Yeah, yeah, what? (Uh)

Little snitch-ass nigga

I don't fuck with these niggas, I forgot, nigga

I think they forgot

Wokeuplikethis* lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Know I got a lot, lot

I'm a rock star

I'm a rock star (Know I got a lot, lot)

I'm a rock star

I'm a rock star

[Playboi Carti:]

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

I woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Oh, I think they like me, yeah, they like me

Diamonds on me, ice cream, ho, that slightly

My Draco bitch a Spike Lee, diamonds on me biting

I heard these niggas wanna fight me

Meet me at my next show but you better bring a pipe, B

We ain't fighting

I think she like me, exciting, ooh, so exciting

Fuck me, Bentley coupe I'm riding with a thottie, fuck

I just spent a hundred on my watch piece, fuck

I done fell in love with a thottie, fuck

She just wanna fuck me for my clout, fuck

Bitch, I'm off the lean I crash the Audi, fuck

Might just spend 200 on this Audi, truck

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

I woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Oh, I think they like me, yeah, in my white tee

Oh, no, no, no, baby, smoke so much dope need some Visine

These young nigga don't like me, but act just like me (Why?)

Fucked all of y'all bitches so they parties don't invite me

That bitch, that's your wifey, she so triflin'

I been gettin' money so don't nothin' really excite me

Carti poured a six in the four of the right lean

Damn, that boy askin' for some more like the Sprite clean

Yeah, that's that dirty, that's that dirty

That girl all up in my face like she ain't tried to swerve me

These boys all up in my lane, I swear they keep on merging

No, I cannot see a lame 'cause my Rolls-Royce got curtains

[Playboi Carti:]

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

I woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Oh, I think they like me, think she like me

The bitch want to indict me, she can't find me

I'm like dirty up the Sprite please, with some ice please

We pop beans and like to sip lean, oh oh

Xans, Percs, molly, we got hella things

I'm in love with the guap, gave it a wedding ring

And I swear I had these thots before I got the fame

And I swear I had the Glock before I got the chain

I'm in Bompton with Pirus and I don't even bang, yeah (Slatt)

Shoutout G Weed and Yung L, yeah, ho, that the gang

Shoutout GiGi that's my boo, she know that I claim

Shootin' at these niggas like I'm in the paint

Woke up like this

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me, talk

Woke up to niggas soundin' like me, talk

I woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

I woke up to niggas soundin' like me

Woke up to niggas talkin' like me

Let It Go lyrics - Playboi Carti

(We lit, bruh)

Yeah (Hello?)

I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (whoa, hello?)

(I wake up to bad bitches, know what I'm sayin'? 2900 shit)

What? What? Uh (Cash, cash), huh? (Cash, cash)

(Blood Gang)

I think the Xans' tryna tell me something (Cash, what?)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I came in with a cool hundred (Huh? Came in with a cool hundred)

(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

And I got some bitches comin' (Yeah, and I got some bitches comin')

(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

And I got some bitches callin' (What?)

(Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)

Uh, yeah (Yeah)

I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (whoa, for the low, blatt)

Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, go)

If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)

Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Let it go)

Let it go on your block, I'ma do a show (Blatt, blatt, yeah)

He a pussy, he a opp, he gon' call the po' (Yeah)

All my niggas, they on go, they on fuckin' go (What?)

Got the pole with the scope, know I keep a pole (Wow)

Why these niggas, why these mans actin' like some hoes? (Yeah)

In my Ksubi jeans (Fuck these niggas)

Uh, bankroll, bankroll, bankroll (Fuck these niggas, yeah)

That bitch all on me (What? Go)

TerRio, TerRio, TerRio (What?)

Got a stripper bitch that bend on me (Cash, cash)

J. Lo, J. Lo, J. Lo

(Came in, what? What?)

(I think the Xans tryna tell me something)

I came in with a cool hundred (I came in with a cool hundred)

And I got some bitches comin' (And I got some bitches callin')

And I got some bitches callin' (And I got some bitches callin'. Huh? Ooh, what? What?)

Yeah (Yeah)

I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (For the low, blatt)

Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (Yeah, blatt)

If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (Blatt, blatt)

Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (Do a show, uh, ooh)

Fuck that bitch, I go too dumb (Blatt)

Rick Owens on top of ones

We don't do no one-on-ones (Blatt)

Put that Xanny on your tongue

Rock the show out like a punk

She the type of bitch that love to fuck (Blatt)

Baby, you the chosen one

And, baby, I don't fuck with none

Fell asleep in LA, woke up to the sun, ooh

Fuck my PO, he know I got hella guns (Yeah)

Ooh, and shoutout my OG, he know he keep in one, uh

Fuck that SGP, he know I brung the phonk (Cash, Cash, what?)

Hit him with the pump, leave him in the trunk (Cash)

Uh, would have fucked your baby mama but it stunk (Yeah)

Uh, beat a nigga ass, leave a nigga lumped (whoa, what? What? What?)

I came in with a cool hundred (Blatt, what? What?)

And I got some bitches comin' (Blatt, what? What?)

And I got some bitches callin' (Blatt, ooh, beep, beep, what? What?)

Uh, yeah (Yeah)

I'm with Dro, got that pack goin' for the low (I'm with Dro, blatt)

Sell a P, sell a O, sell it for the low (For the low, blatt)

If she top, I'm in love, I'ma let it go (I'm in love, blatt)

Let it go on your block, we gon' do a show (whoa)

Ooh (Beep)

Half & Half lyrics - Playboi Carti

Rock out

Yeah, yeah, rock out

Shout-out 8—808

808

Yeah

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock out)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the Glock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Glocky)

Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (What? Yeah)

Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (What? What?)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)

Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)

Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah

Came in that bitch with the mob, ay (Glocky)

I poured the lean on the rocks, ay (What?)

I put the crack in the drop, yeah, ooh (I put the crack in the drop)

Who that little boy on the block? Hey (Block)

Up in the trap in the spot, yeah (Spot)

I might go cook in the pot, ay (Pot)

I might go spit in the pot, yeah (Blatt)

All of these bitches, they wanna fuck Carti 'cause Carti, he got a little guap, ooh (All of these bitches, they want to fuck Carti)

Fuck the little bitch in my loft, ooh (Loft)

Little bitch lost in my loft, ooh (Little bitch lost in the loft)

Count up three hundred, I'm boss, ooh (Count up three hundred, I'm boss)

I spent the guap on my watch (What?)

Bitch, I'm a boss, call the shots (Shots)

Yeah, hop on the track, change the charts (Charts)

Rock this shit, out no guitar ('Tar)

Hop on the plane on a bar (Rock out, beep)

You bitch, you fucking a star (Beep, bitch you fucking a star)

Little bitch, can't hop in the car (Bitch, can't hop in the car)

Little bitch can't be my little broad (Broad)

Fuck that little bitch, fuck that little bitch, pass that little bitch to my boy, ooh (What?)

Rocking that Gucci decor, ooh (Yeah)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ayo (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with a Glock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob, Glocky)

Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock, Glocky)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)

Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)

Came in that bitch with the Glock with the mob

All of my niggas, they shoot all the time

Came in that bitch but I came with a .9

2900, my niggas, they fire

All of my bitches, they looking too fine

All of these bitches, they came and they mine

All of my niggas, they shoot and they fire

If you not right then a nigga get fired

She can come kick just for the night

I'ma go fuck just for the night

Gucci my kicks, came with the spike

Shooting that shit, feeling like Spike

Fendi my clothes, Fendi my ho

Fendi my clothes, Fendi my ho

Walk in that bitch feeling like Dro (Beep)

Walk in that bitch, I just want more, switch it up, uh

I fucked that bitch right 'fore the show, right 'fore the shot, switch it up, uh

I pour a four right 'fore the show, right 'fore the shot, switch it up, uh

I fuck that bitch, I fuck that bitch, pass to my bro, switch it up, uh (Switch it Up)

Count it up, count it up, uh (Yung Carti)

Run it up, run it up, uh (Yung Carti), switch it up

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (Rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ay (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, ayo (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with a Glock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob, Glocky)

Came in that bitch with the Glock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with the mob, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock, Glocky)

This is not pop, this some rock, yeah (This is not pop, this some rock)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, ooh (Came in that bitch with the squad)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the mob)

Came in that bitch with a Glock, yeah (Came in that bitch with the, uh)

Came in that bitch with the mob (Came in that bitch with a, what?)

This is not pop, this some rock (Glocky)

This is not pop, this some rock (What?)

I poured the lean on the rocks (What? Glocky)

I poured the lean on the rocks (Beep)

I poured the lean on the rocks (What? What? Beep, yeah, yeah)

(I poured the lean on the...)

New Choppa lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. A$ap Rocky)

[Playboi Carti (A$AP Rocky):]

What? Yeah, shit, yeah, woo

(Uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]

New choppa, new choppa, it came with the beam (Yeah)

Actavis, pouring up lean (Yeah)

Got Flacko, yeah, Rocky, he pass me the beam (Yeah)

I shoot like Hakeem (What?) {LeBron}

All of these knots in my jeans (Yeah)

Alexander of McQueen (Yeah, yeah)

{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}

Diamonds, they lookin' like ice (Yeah)

I whip the ho like I'm Ike (Yeah)

Stack up my cash, I got height (Yeah)

Take advantage of the Sprite (Yeah)

Take the bando, bring the hype (Yeah)

We just go hard in the kitchen {Yeah}

{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}

Had to catch up with my bitches (Yeah)

They know that young nigga be living (Yeah), {what?}

{Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}

[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]

Run it up, run it up, run it up (Beep)

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Yeah)

(Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah)

New chopper, new chopper, new chopper

Run it up, run it up, run it up

{I ain't hearing what you say}

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

{I ain't listening to what you say}

(Run it up, run it up, run it up)

{Get the fuck up out the way}

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

Go on, let a player play

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

Run it up

[A$AP Rocky:]

I roll up an L in the lobby

My partner's got wops and it's probably a Glock or a Tommy

From H to the E double hockey sticks

Keep a choppa, chop you if you try me, bitch

Let's see who next on my homi' list

Carti like, "Rocky, you bodied this"

That's my prerogative

Shit on them, that's on my potty list

Accused of being bougie by a snobby bitch

Cops want to ID us

Hope they as fast as my Adidas

She say I'm special, that's obvious

Rich 'cause my ideas

Run up the racks

"For the most part I rap," when they ask what my hobby is

Run it up, not one of them

Rich as fuck, I'm a hundred up

Swipe, swipe, like I'm on a bus

It's A$AP and I ain't one to rush

[Playboi Carti {A$AP Rocky}:]

Run it up, run it up, run it up (Yeah)

{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Yeah)

{Uh-huh, uh-huh, mm-hmm, yeah, yeah}

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

Run it up, run it up, run it up

{I ain't hearing what you say}

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

{I ain't listening to what you say}

(Run it up, run it up, run it up)

{Get the fuck up out the way}

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

{Go on, let a player play}

(Run it up)

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (Run it up, run it up)

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa (What? Chop, bitch)

New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa

(New choppa, new choppa, new choppa, new choppa)

Other Shit lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah, tripping, yeah

You on some other shit, uh (You tripping)

You on some other shit, uh (You tripping)

I be on other shit, what?

You on some other shit (What?)

The clip, it came with a clip (What?)

My bitch, she came with a bitch, yeah (What?)

Whip, it came with the whip, what? (What?)

You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)

I be on other shit, what? What? What? (Wow)

I be on other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)

You on some other shit, yeah, ooh, what? (Wow)

You on some other shit

Ay, the clip came with a clip, uh (What?)

Your bitch came with a bitch

Sagging my jeans in this bitch, yeah, yeah (Sagging my jeans in this bitch)

Walk with a limp, ay (Walk with a limp)

All of them dig on the squad, ooh, yeah, ay (Counting that cash on a bitch)

Look at the squad

All of my niggas got cash, ooh, yeah, ay. (Counting that cash on a bitch)

Dealing that hard

All of my niggas got Rollies, ooh, yeah, ay. (What? What?)

Looking like frauds

Look at that bag of that cash, ooh, yeah, ay (Look at that bag of that cash)

Ain't looking at y'all, ooh, uh (Look at that bag of that cash), what?

Getting it in, sending it out, uh, uh, uh (What? What?)

Cooking that shit, the In & Out, uh (Wow, wow, wait, wait, wait, wait)

(Yeah, tripping, yeah)

You on some other shit, uh

You on some other shit, uh

I be on other shit, uh

You on some other shit, uh (Yeah)

You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (Wow)

I be on other shit, what? What? What? (Wow)

I be on other shit, uh, what? What? (Wow)

You on some other shit, yeah, uh, what? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)

You on some other shit

Ooh, I'm on some other shit, uh (You tripping)

Taking my time and shit, ooh (You tripping)

Got money for bond and shit, ooh (What?)

Toting my 9 and shit, ooh (What?)

Walk in designer, bitch, yeah

Walk in and trying on shit, ooh

I walked then I walked to the bitch, uh

Walked in and bought the whole kit, uh

I'm on some other shit (Shit)

You on some other shit (Shit)

You on some other shit, uh (Yeah)

You on some other shit, uh

I be on other shit, uh

You on some other shit, uh

You on some other shit, yeah, what? What? (What? Wow)

I be on other shit, what? What? What? (I been, wow)

I be on other shit, uh, what? What? (Wow)

You on some other shit, yeah, uh, what? (Yeah, yeah)

You on some other shit

No. 9 lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Yeah)

Oxycontin

Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean)

Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash)

Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah)

Gang (Gang), with me (With me)

Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari)

Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes, skrrt)

Bentley, 'Rari ('Rari)

(Damn, J Stew, you made this one too?)

(Bih', bih')

(Bih', bih')

Uh (Yeah)

Lil' nigga countin' up (Up)

Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up)

Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck)

I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up)

Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)

Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah)

Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh)

Fendi, Prada

Look, shawty (Shawty)

Spend a quarter million on some molly (Molly)

Might just fuck me a model (Model)

Poppin' bottles all the time (Ooh)

Little nigga, stop whinin' (Yeah)

I just fucked his bitch, yeah, yeah

We just got some new shit

We gon' hit 'em with that stick (Yeah, shit)

Pull up on your block quick (Quick)

QuikTrip, how I keep a zip (Zip)

I got all the gas (Gas)

I got all the pills (Pills)

Niggas simp (Simp)

Carti pimp (Pimp)

Big guap (Guap), Carti up (Up)

Lil' shawty wanna fuck (Fuck)

I'm in Lenox countin' up (Up)

Fuck a bitch, tell her fuck (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)

Number (N)ine jeans, yeah (Yeah)

Got a bitch fiendin', yeah (Uh)

Oxycontin

Xans (Xans), Molly (Lean)

Carti (Yeah), Carti, ooh (Cash)

Carti (Cash), Carti (Yeah)

Gang (Gang), with me (With me)

Flacko (Flacko), Bari (Bari)

Switch (Switch), lanes (Lanes)

Bentley (Skrrt), 'Rari, ooh ('Rari)

Poppin' painkillers, yeah, yeah

I just poured a four inside the liter, yeah, yeah

And your bitch just said she need a real nigga, yeah, yeah

Raf Simons that's on me, bitch, no Hilfiger, yeah, yeah

I was on the block 'til I got up, nigga ('Til I got up), yeah

If your bitch gon' fuck she gon' get stuck, nigga, yeah, yeah

Told her hurry up, we gotta rush, nigga (Gotta rush)

'Cause these niggas snitchin' on the up niggas (On the up), yeah, yeah (Up)

Big guap (Guap), Carti (Carti), up (Up)

Lil' shawty (Shawty), wanna fuck (Fuck)

I'm in Lenox (Lenox), countin' up (Up)

Fuck a bitch (Bitch), tell her fuck (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

Number 9 (What?), keep it tucked (Yeah)

Number (N)ine ((N)ine), jeans, yeah (Yeah)

Got a bitch (Bitch), fiendin', yeah (Uh)

Dothatshit! lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Ay, turn me all the way up (I'm in this motherfucker)

Turn that, take the Auto-Tune off

I don't need no fucking Auto-Tune

Fuck the Auto-Tune (Fuck that Auto-Tune shit)

Beep (What?)

Beep (Yeah)

Beep (Talk to 'em, Yung Carti)

Beep, beep, beep

What?

Yeah, yeah

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," uh

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," ooh, uh

Sucking on my dick like she new to this, yeah, ooh

Blowing through the check, yeah, we new to this

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit, uh

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Beep, what?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (What?)

Got them bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit," (Yeah, he do that shit), ooh, ooh

Sucking on my dick like she new to this (Like she new to this), uh, what?

Blowing through the check, yeah, I'm new to this (Way I do this shit), uh, what?

Running shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh, uh (Run that shit, yeah)

Bring that shit back like a Frisbee, bitch, uh (Like a Frisbee, bitch)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just live this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it just shoot the shit, yeah, ooh

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit"

And he'd rather go talk about it than do this shit

Pull up on your block and we shooting shit (And we shooting shit, ay Pi'erre)

Pull up on your bitch and I'm hitting it (Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh yeah)

Hitting on your bitch, yeah, I'm killing it (On your bitch, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do that shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do it (little talking bitch)

Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (Watch me shoot a bitch)

Hit a little nigga with the Ruger (What? What? What?)

Little nigga, I'm that nigga, yeah (What? What?)

I'm fucking on your little biddie, yeah (What? What?)

I wear Raf Simons, never Hilfiger, yeah (At all, what?)

South Atlanta, yeah, we coming up, uh, ooh, ooh (What?)

Put your middle fingers up, ooh, ooh

Pour it in my double cup (Lean, lean)

Extendo clip, double up (Beep)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just shoot it up (What? What?)

Fuck that little nigga, fuck a nigga up (Yeah)

Fuck the cash up, fuck the cash up, I fuck the cash up

Fuck the cash up, get the math up, math up

(What? What? What? What?)

Oh yeah, yeah, hey (What? What?)

Pi'erre, hold up (What?)

Oh yeah, yeah, hold up (What?)

Pi'erre (What?), cash

Oh yeah, yeah (What?)

Pi'erre (What?)

Oh yeah, yeah (What?)

Pi'erre (What? What?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, nigga, uh (Beep, what?)

And I'd rather not talk about it, just do this shit (Yeah)

And I'd rather not talk about it (Talk about it)

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What?)

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (What? What?)

Got these niggas saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit)

Got these bitches saying, "Yeah, he do that shit" (Carti do that shit, what? What?)

Got these, uh (What? What? Oh yeah, do that shit)

And I'd rather not talk about it just do that shit

Carti do that shit (What? What? What?)

Carti do that shit (What?)

Let's do this shit

Yo, Pi'erre

Lame Niggaz lyrics - Playboi Carti

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? Uh, what?)

I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? What? What? Woo)

I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (What? What? What? Lame)

I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? What? What? Lame)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, hello? What? What?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo, what?)

I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what? What?)

Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas

Ho, stop chillin' with them lame niggas

Kickin' it with them lame niggas (Lames)

Fuckin' with them lame bitches (Lame)

Tryna fuck for fame bitches (What? What? Woo, ooh)

Tryna fuck for fame bitches (Ayy, what?)

Tryna fuck Carti 'cause he famous (Uh, ooh, yeah, ooh)

She in love with the dick too (Too, oh)

Bitch, I got a ruler, feel like Uzi (Uzi, oh)

And I bought a Uzi (Ooh), boy, don't lose it (Lose it, ooh)

Bitch, I'm off the Xanny (Ooh), I just lose it (Ooh)

Bitch, my pockets stupid thick (Ooh)

Pockets thicker than my bitch (Ooh)

Pockets thicker than your bitch, ooh, ooh

That's your bih' (Come here, yeah, ooh)

You sure that's your bih'? (Huh, yeah)

I fucked that bih' (Come here, yeah, yeah, come here, uh, yeah)

I fucked that bih' (Bih', yeah, what? What?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? Uh, woo)

I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? What? What?)

I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (What? Seen you walkin', what? What? Hello?)

I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? Heard you stallin' with a lame nigga, what? What?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas What? What?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? What? What? Ooh)

I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (See you stallin' with a lame nigga, what? What?)

Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas

Ho, stop chillin' with them lame bitches (What? What?)

Tryna fuck for fame bitches (Fame)

I swear to God, I keep fuckin' the same bitches

Fuck all of these rapper hoes

Fuck all of these rappers though

Robbed a nigga for rapper dough (What?)

Then I count some rapper dough

Uh, I don't want to fuck these hoes

I don't even want to fuck these hoes

Damn, this shit so radical

Damn, my shit so radical

Ray Allen, I shoot at you (What?)

Ray Allen, she down to stroke (Uh, What? What?)

Used to rock them ballies though (Uh, What? What? Ooh)

House up in the Cali, ho (What? What? What?)

Fuckin' on a Cali ho (Yeah, what? Yeah, Ooh)

Bitch, just check the saly', ho (Uh, what? What? What?)

Eatin' good, that salad, ho (Yeah, yeah, what? What? What?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (What? What? What?)

I heard you talkin' to them lame niggas (What? What? Woo)

I see you walkin' with that lame nigga (Seen you walkin', what? Hello?)

I heard you stallin' with a lame nigga (Heard you stallin' with a lame nigga)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (Hello?)

I ain't fuckin' with these lame niggas (Woo)

I see you stallin' with a lame nigga (What? What? What?)

Ho, stop callin' up them lame niggas (What? What? What?)

Yah Mean lyrics - Playboi Carti

You know what I'm saying

Young pretty-ass nigga, you know

Young handsome ass nigga, you know

Pretty nigga, you dig?

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, what? What?)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Beep)

Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? What?)

I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap, guap, guap)

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, guap, guap)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What? What? What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What?)

Guap, guap (What? What? What? What? What?)

Uh, shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, what?)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? What?)

I'm counting all this guap on me (What? What?)

Counting all this guap, you know what I mean? (You know what I mean, nigga, check it, what?)

Sipping on that motherfucking lean (What? What?)

Promethazine, motherfucking lean (Purple, motherfucking 'Tech, Actavis)

Niggas watered down like some fucking chlorine (What? What?)

Bitch, it's Lord of the Rings (Beep, ice, ice)

Diamonds looking like summertime (Look at the ice, look at the ice, ice)

Tryna bite my flow and my rhymes (Look at the ice, ice, you got that shit, you got that shit)

I thought I told that ho the world is mines (Look at the ice, ice, what? What?)

I just took his bitch like a crime (Look at the ice, what? What? What? What?)

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, ball with the team, ball with the)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Money sitting tall, Yao Ming)

Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? Team, what?)

I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap)

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team, Guap, guap, guap, guap)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? Guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, guap, beep)

(Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho)

Ooh, fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho (What?)

Fucked her in the coupe (Yeah), then she popped the blue (Yeah-yeah)

Whoa, ooh (Yeah), South Atlanta goon (Yeah)

RIP Troup (What? What? What? What? Beep)

At the Citgo (What?), you know how it go (Gas)

Count them big bankrolls (What?), and she on the pole

And she came a long way from the stripper pole, that my ho (Yeah)

And I came a long way from kicking doors, that's on bro (What? Look at the ice)

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Ball with the team, ball with the)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (Money sitting tall, Yao Ming)

Shawty wanna kick it with the team (What? Team)

I got all this guap on me (Guap, guap)

Shawty wanna ball with the team (Team)

Money sitting tall, Yao Ming (What? What? What? What?)

Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho

Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho

Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho

Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho

Fucking on that swoop, fucking on that ho

Flex lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Leven Kali)

100% Juice

KasimGotJuice

Uh (J. Cash Beats), ooh, ooh

[Playboi Carti:]

All of these bitches, they mad, ooh

All of these niggas, they mad, ooh

All of these bitches, they mad, ooh

All of these niggas, they mad, ooh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be mad)

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)

Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh (Shawty be mad)

Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)

All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be mad)

All of these niggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)

Walk in the building, I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)

I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh (Shawty be bad)

Ice on my neck and my mama like:

"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (Shawty be bad)

I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist

Mama like, "Where you get this?"

I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick

Then I gave her a lil' kiss (Ooh)

Yeah, I rock out in the six (Six)

But nigga, we fire, we split

I'm taking your shit, you college kid (Ooh)

We really be popping shit (Ooh)

I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)

I had a lick but no bih' (Ooh)

She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)

Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)

He do that talking, he simp (Ooh)

Damn, that bitch got a lil' thick (Ooh)

I told that bitch to come in (Ooh)

I told that bitch to come in (Ooh)

All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be mad)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)

Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh, shawty be mad)

Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be mad)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)

Walk in the building, I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)

I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh, shawty be bad)

Ice on my neck and my mama like: (Shawty be mad)

"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (ay, shawty be bad)

[Rubi Rose (Playboi Carti):]

Yeah, who the fuck is you talking to, nigga?

The fuck you think this is?

You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a fucking playboy? Nigga, you ain't no fucking playboy, nigga

You ain't nothing, nigga

Fuck outta here, Carti

Fuck outta here with the bullshit, dog (J. Cash on the beat)

Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga (You sound real mad right now)

Real mad? (You sound real mad right now)

Nigga, I don't ever get mad (Is you mad or what?)

This nigga tripping

(Is you mad or what?)

(Is you mad or what?)

[Leven Kali (Playboi Carti):]

Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)

Say you mad for once (Is you mad or what?)

Said she had enough (Is you mad or what?)

Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)

She came back for once (Is you mad or what?)

Yeah it's probably done (Is you mad or what?)

She gon' back that ass (Is you mad or what?)

I'm gonna spaz for us (Yeah, yeah, uh) (Is you mad or what?)

Girl, that's bad for us (Yeah-yeah) (Is you mad or what?)

Say you mad for once (Just say you're mad girl) (Is you mad or what?)

Said she had enough (Yeah) (Is you mad or what? What, what)

Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what? Watch)

[Playboi Carti:]

I guess you're not feeling me, uh (What?)

Not feeling the energy

Baby girl, we can do plan A (Is you mad or what?)

Baby girl, we can do plan B (Bleh)

I walk in that bitch, they playing my shit (Is you mad or what? Bleh)

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks (Bleh)

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit (Is you mad or what?)

I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss, muah, ooh (Wow, wow)

I got that deuce in the coupe, huh (Wow, ooh)

Got a white bitch like YesJulz, huh (Is you mad or what?)

All of my niggas, they fool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what? Yeah)

Look at that boy, look at his jewels (What? What?)

All of my niggas, they bool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what?)

Louboutins bleed in the booth, ooh (Is you mad? What? What?)

These niggas, they looking like who? Cash, Cash, Cash

My outfit just made the front page

Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yeah, ooh

Your hoe getting laid, Yeah, ay

She might come in late (Yeah)

I heard that your nigga Atlanta (I heard that your nigga Atlanta)

I heard that your nigga LA (I heard that your nigga LA)

I heard that your nigga a lame (I heard that your nigga a lame, JCash)

[Playboi Carti {Leven Kali}:]

Might sing on a bitch (ay)

Might sing on this shit

Might sing on a bitch

I might just sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit

I might sing on this shit {Oh, whoa}

I might just sing on this shit (I might just sing on this shit, yeah, what?)

Kelly K lyrics - Playboi Carti

And I only fuck with thick hoes

White ho, let's go, ay, that's my type, though (That's my type)

Yeah, white ho, yeah, yeah, let's go, (What? What?)

White ho, yeah, yeah, let's go

(And I only fuck with)

Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)

And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)

White ho, yeah ooh, uh

Let's go, ooh, yeah

White ho, yeah, ooh

Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with, yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I, yeah, yeah)

Black ho, ooh, yeah

Let's go, ooh, what? (Let's go)

Black ho, yeah, yeah

Let's go

Ooh, she just need a nigga, uh, with a check, though, ooh, yeah

Moving too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh

Moving too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh, yeah

Hurry up, we hopping on this jet though, ooh, ooh

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, uh (And I only fuck with)

I'm a skinny nigga, you see these tight clothes, ooh, ooh

Piped up, yeah, I'm piped, ho (Piped up), ooh

Come and get piped for the night, ho, ooh, ooh (For the night ho)

Designer drugs and I need some ice, ho, ooh, ooh

A lot of hoes, yeah, I need some condoms, ooh, ooh

Fucking with Yung Carti, you'll get high, ho, ooh, ooh (You get high)

(808 Mafia)

You riding too slow, are you high, ho? (Are you high ho? Skrrt)

Ooh, ooh, uh (Slow, yeah)

Are you high, ho?

Come and sip some drank, pop some pills

Come get high, ho (Are you high?)

We be on a jet, we so high

We on fly mode (We so high)

I be flexing on these niggas, pop

But they pop mode

Ooh, what? Yeah, uh, uh

With my eyes closed

Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh

I'm on Bang Bros

Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh

I got hella hoes

I got hella hoes, ooh, yeah (Hella hoes)

Got that nasty flow (Yeah, yeah)

She get nasty though

And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)

White ho, yeah ooh, uh

Let's go, ooh, yeah

White ho, yeah, ooh

Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with, yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I, yeah, yeah)

Black ho, ooh, yeah

Let's go, ooh, what? (Let's go)

Black ho, yeah, yeah

Let's go

Yeah, yeah (Let's go), uh, uh

Ho, I'm flexed up

Looking like who next up, uh (Like who next up)

Hold your face up (Hold your face up)

I just got my check up, uh (Got my check up)

Got my cash up (Got my cash up)

You can't get no check, cuz, uh (No check, cuz)

Get your bands up (Get your bands up, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Face down, ass up, yeah, yeah

Walk around the club with your hands up, yeah, yeah (I walk around that shit)

Walk around the club, I'm no dancer, uh, uh (I walk around that bitch)

Keep that pole on me, I might just blam ya, uh, uh (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

Keep that pole on me, I told him man up, ooh, ooh (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

Walk inside that bitch, I made them stand up, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

I'm a walking lick, bitch, where your camera? Uh, ooh (Where your camera?)

(808 Mafia)

If she want that whole thing, I gave her sample, ooh (I gave her a little though)

The way I stole that bitch like where your man go? Ooh, ooh (I took your little ho)

Fucking on this bitch inside the bando, ooh, ooh

Sucking on this dick, they use no hands though, ooh, ooh

I just turned this bitch into my main ho, ooh, yeah

And I only fuck with rich hoes (What? And I only fuck with, yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah

White ho, ooh, uh

Let's go, ooh, yeah

White ho, yeah, ooh

Let's go, ooh, yeah

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (Yeah)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with)

Black ho, ooh, yeah

Let's go, ooh, what?

Black ho, yeah, yeah

Let's go, ooh, uh (Let's go)

And I only fuck with rich hoes, ooh, what?

And I only fuck with thick hoes, uh, yeah

White ho, ooh, uh (White ho)

Let's go, ooh, yeah (Let's go)

White ho, yeah, ooh (White ho)

Let's go, ooh, yeah (Let's go)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with thick hoes)

And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (And I only fuck with thick hoes)

Black ho, ooh, yeah

Let's go, ooh, what?

(808 Mafia)

Black ho, yeah, yeah

Let's go

Ooh, ooh, yeah, my main ho

Take that dirty money, ho (Uh, yeah)

To the bank, ho (Yeah, yeah)

First you flip a birdie, ho (Flip a birdie, bitch)

Make a name, ho (Yeah)

I go 730, ho (730, bitch)

On the drank, ho (Yeah, ooh, lean, on me)

Like what you drank, ho? (Yeah)

I pour up that pink, ho, ooh (Up that pink)

Easter pink, though (Ooh, yeah, yeah)

All up in my Styrofoam, ooh (Yeah)

I'm on lean, ho (Ooh, ooh, yeah)

She say she so lonely though, ooh (So lonely)

Lean on me, ho (Lean on me)

I might give your bitch the bone, ooh (Bone)

Not no leash, ho (Not no leash)

I just want a little dome, ooh (Dome)

From a freak ho (Yeah, yeah)

I ain't with the cuffing, ho, ooh (Yeah)

That ain't me, ho (That ain't me)

I just like to press a ho, ooh (Press)

Like that me, ho (Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Feel it in your chest, ho, ooh

That's OG, ho (Yeah, yeah)

Think I need a G4, ooh (Yeah, yeah)

This for me, ho (Yeah, yeah)

Designer shit, no cheap clothes, ooh (Yeah)

You a thief, ho (Yeah, yeah)

I throw out the bankroll, ooh (Yeah)

Then that thing go (Yeah, yeah)

Had 2 lyrics - Playboi Carti

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Bitch

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, yeah)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Ay, ooh (Boss up)

(Bitch)

I was brought up different, uh (Let's go)

So my vision different, uh (Let's go)

Yeah, my bitches different, uh (I was brought up different)

Riding 'round in tinted, uh (So my vision different)

I can't fuck with niggas, ooh (Yeah, my bitches different)

I go get it, nigga, ooh (Riding 'round in tinted)

How I live it, nigga, ooh (I don't fuck with niggas)

I can't kick it with you, ooh (I go get it, nigga)

They say that I changed, ooh (Let's go)

Went and copped a chain, ooh (Let's go)

Went and copped them things, ooh (They say that I changed)

Weight all in my name, ooh (Went and copped a chain)

Fuck me for my fame, ooh (Went and copped them things)

Fuck me for the fame, ooh (Weight all in my name)

Weight all in my name, ooh (Weight all in my name)

Weight all in my name, ooh (Let's go, what? What?)

Boss up

Boss up on these niggas

(Plug)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)

Boss up on these niggas

(Plug)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas

(Bitch)

Ooh, I can't kick it with you, I be with the Mob

All we do is ball, we don't give a fuck

All these niggas want our swag 'cause we go too hard

Swag surfing on these niggas, you can't be a part

And I'm Rickied down to my toes and heart

(Plug)

Goyard 'round my waist and it hold the Glock, ooh

Popping tags, popping bags, it ain't hard, ooh (And you know this shit)

I got vibes, I got thots in the lot (What? What? Yeah)

Boss up on these niggas

(Plug)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (whoa)

Boss up on these niggas

(Plug)

Boss up on these niggas (Yeah, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up)

Boss up on these niggas (Boss up, boss up, boss up)

Boss up on these niggas

(Plug)