Beno! lyrics - Playboi Carti

(808 Mafia)

Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)

Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me (What?)

All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)

I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)

Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)

Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)

I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)

Whole lotta motherfucking niggas (Yeah)

We got them motherfucking choppers (Yeah)

I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)

I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)

We see 'em, we punching them niggas (Yeah)

We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go back

You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)

Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

Whole lotta bands in this bitch (What? Yeah)

Whole lotta cash in this bitch (Yeah)

Hop on the motherfucking plane (Yeah)

I just popped me a G6 (Yeah)

You know that I love to stay high (Yeah)

My shawty just said that she bi (Yeah)

She carry that shit, she gon' ride (Yeah)

I fucked her then told her she mine (Yeah)

I'm really not with telling lies (Yeah)

I really don't hang around guys (Yeah)

The streets treat me like a god (Yeah)

My bitch treat me like a god (Yeah)

Got a main and a side (Yeah, side)

Fuck fame, I ride with the fire

Blow out the brain in the ride (Ugh)

Blow out the brain in the ride (Yeah)

I'm riding 'round town with a ratchet bitch (Ay)

She say, "Carti, you back on your ratchet shit" (Ay)

I rock diamonds, the Patek from Eliantte (What?)

Show me something that Carti not better than

If a nigga keep talking, we running in (Yeah)

Get that nigga kicked out like I'm punting it (Yeah)

On the block rolling dice and I'm going in

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Spent a hundred K on my son, I bought my sister a Jeep (What?)

Can't fuck with these hood hoes no more, they don't give a fuck about me (What?)

All black 2-3, LeBron with the heat (What? 23, 23)

I was just in Miami in the Rolls-Royce geeked (What? Yeah, Rolls-Royce, geeked)

Lil' Tommy got an FN in the backseat (What? Yeah, in the backseat)

Red rag, red flag, bitch, you better make peace (Yeah)

I'm in this bitch with my killers (Yeah)

Whole lotta motherfucking niggas (Yeah)

We got them motherfucking choppers (Yeah)

I pick you up, nigga, I get you (Yeah)

I said I don't fuck with these niggas (Yeah)

We see 'em, we punching them niggas (Yeah)

We upping the score on these niggas (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go out the back door on that nigga (Yeah)

Go back

You was still posted with my boy, yeah, my slatt (Okay)

Beno, he go crazy, you know that (What? What? Yeah)

JumpOutTheHouse lyrics - Playboi Carti

What? What?

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (I jump out that bitch)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch

Yeah, racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)

Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)

Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)

Racks, I'm talkin' 'bout my motherfuckin' bitch (What?)

Bags, I got them bags, bitch (What?)

Bags, I got them bags, bitch (What?)

Bags, I got a fast car

Bags, I ain't even drive it

Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)

Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)

Fit, I ain't even drive it (What?)

I ain't even drive it

SRT, with no mileage

SRT, it's not silent (Yeah)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house, jump out the house (What?)

Jump out the house

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (What?)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch (I jump out that bitch)

Jump out that bitch (What?), jump out that bitch

M3tamorphosis lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Kid Cudi)

[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]

Yeah

Shit, oh my God, shit (Yeah, what?)

Shit, oh my God, shit (What? What? What? Yeah)

Oh my God, shit (What? Yeah)

What? What? What? (Yeah)

Oh my God (Slatt, yeah)

{Mm} (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)

Slatt, yeah, Slatt (What? Yeah)

[Playboi Carti:]

When you feel like this (What?)

Can't nobody tell you shit (What? Yeah)

When you feel like this (What? What? Yeah)

Can't nobody tell you shit (What? What? What?)

When you feel like this

Can't nobody tell you shit (What? What? What? Feel it)

When you feel like this

Can't nobody tell you shit

Can't nobody tell you shit

Can't nobody tell me shit (Playboi Carti, go)

Yeah, yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Oh my God)

Yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Feel like God)

I feel like God (Slatt, slatt, slatt, go)

Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (What? Slatt)

Put my glasses on, I can't see these bitches (Yeah)

I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas

I'm in the twilight zone, nowhere near these niggas

They can't understand me, I'm talking hieroglyphics (Yeah)

They can't understand me, I'm talking hieroglyphics

I feel like Morpheus (What, what?), I feel like Morpheus (What, what?)

I got my whole gang on some other shit

I done changed my swag (Swag, swag, what? What?)

Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis (Yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)

Metamorphosis (Oh yeah), metamorphosis (Oh yeah)

Metamorphosis, metamorphosis

I had to change my whole swag, I'm on some other shit (Okay)

I got me a new bitch, she on other shit (What else?)

And if that bitch go out bad, she on punishment (Let's go)

Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)

Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (Why?)

Why the fuck I gotta remind you that I run this shit? (What?)

I thought I'd been told you that I run this shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Slatt)

Yeah (Slatt), yeah

When you feel like this (Yeah)

Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go)

When you feel like this (Let's go)

Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go, what? Yeah)

When you feel like this (Let's go)

Can't nobody tell you shit (Let's go, yeah)

When you feel like this (Slatt)

Can't nobody tell you shit (Okay)

Can't nobody tell you shit (What? Yeah, yeah)

Can't nobody tell me shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah I feel like God, yeah {Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}

Yeah, I feel like God, yeah {Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}

I feel like God (Carti), {yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah}

[Kid Cudi:]

Uh, as the king and the queens gather the cheese

No fees, you count the bodies

Jeez, running the streets

Told all my opps, "All my life, it's been troublesome things"

We can go faster, chapters, won't hold back

Niggas see where we at

All of my shooters, my goonies a team

Some shit always seem, I'm ready for action (Yeah)

Keep it going (Watch me blow it)

Can we, can we keep it, keep it going? It's live, ya bitch (Yeah)

Fuck them niggas, they annoying (They annoying), get it

Tell them pussies we ain't slowing, nah, nah, no flex, hah (Nah)

Get some relief (Hey), spark up the leaf

Call up my niggas, we live out our dreams, hey

God got his hands on me, believe

Rumors are cheap (Hey, hey), do it for V

All of them days that I couldn't eat

Brodie keep watching, I know that I'll reach, reach, reach (Reach)

When the Vamps get on the scene

When I whip the X I'm on a winning streak

Step in Nikes you've never seen

I feel filthy, on the run, it's a movie

[Playboi Carti {Kid Cudi}:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When you feel like this {Yeah}

Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}

When you feel like this

Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}

When you feel like this

Can't nobody tell you shit {Can't nobody tell you shit, yeah}

When you feel like this {Yeah}

Can't nobody tell you shit {Uh-huh}

Can't nobody tell you shit (Yah)

Can't nobody tell me shit {Uh-huh, nigga}

Yeah, yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Opium)

Yeah, I feel like God, yeah (Opium, he's alive)

I feel like God (Opium)

[Kid Cudi:]

(Bat Gang)

Yeah, nigga, nigga (Opium)

Yeah, nigga, nigga (Bat Gang, yeah)

Yeah, nigga, nigga (Opium)

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

Willy (Ha-ha)

Slay3r lyrics - Playboi Carti

Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?)

Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)

I'm a rock star, I could've joined Slayer (Rock star, rock star, rock star)

Got the drum in the car, that bitch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get put in a box for fuckin' with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)

AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)

I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)

I fuck on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)

I go ball on that bitch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)

Can't start with the bitch, I link another one later (What?)

I gotta get it together (You dig?)

I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)

They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)

I beat the case, it was simple (What?)

Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)

Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)

Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)

Everything good, yeah (Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

What? What?

Whole lotta mob shit

What? Let's go, let's go

Whole lotta mob shit

What? Let's go, let's go

Whole lotta mob shit

Whole lotta mob shit

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)

I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)

I got these bitches goin' crazy (Yeah)

I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)

I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)

Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)

Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)

I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)

I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)

I drive a coupe, you know it's the latest

Sellin' cocaine just like the '80s

I caught a body and went on vacation

She suckin' my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)

I ride in a Demon, I took off, I'm racin'

I ride in a Demon, I feel like I'm Satan (Woo, woo)

I'm fuckin' these bitches, I'm fuckin' these bitches

I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)

I popped me a molly and now I feel faded

Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)

This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)

I fucked on this bitch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)

I gotta get it together (You dig?)

I'm livin' my life like a rebel (What?)

They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)

I beat the case, it was simple (What?)

Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)

Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)

Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)

Everything good, yeah (Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

Whole lotta mob shit (What? What?)

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? Yeah)

What? What? (What?)

Whole lotta mob shit (Woo, woo)

What? Let's go, let's go

Whole lotta mob shit

What? Let's go, let's go

Whole lotta mob shit

Whole lotta mob shit

Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob shit (What? What? What?)

No Sl33p lyrics - Playboi Carti

Bah, bah, bah (What?)

Bah, bah, bah (Go, what?)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah, bah, go, what?)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, go, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder

I can't go nowhere without my Drac (Yeah, yeah)

I can't go nowhere without my Drac (What? What? Slatt)

I stay inside posted with my Drac (Homicide, yeah)

I stay inside posted with my Drac (Slatt, bah, bah, bah)

Gotta stay on point, can't make mistakes (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)

Can't fuck with nobody, these niggas fake (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)

Got hoes in the lobby, I'm finna take (Bah, bah, bah, bah)

Got to pop outside, they want the TEC (Bah, bah, bah, bah, yeah)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, bah, bah, bah, bah)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, what? What?)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Go, bah, bah, bah, bah, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Yeah, let's go)

When I go to sleep, I dream 'bout murder (Bah, bah)

Bah, bah, bah, bah

New Tank lyrics - Playboi Carti

(Wake up, F1lthy)

Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)

Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)

Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Yeah)

Posted with my brother (Brother), yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)

Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop

I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)

I'm robbin' the bank (Bank, yeah)

I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)

I ride in the tank (Tank, yeah)

My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)

My bitch, she got cake (Cake, what?)

We stay in the house, uh

Can't leave out the place (Slatt, slatt)

I just caught a case (Slatt, what?)

Got dirt on my face (Slatt)

Got tats on my face (Slatt, slatt)

I'm servin' that base (Yeah)

I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)

I'm servin' that base (Base, yeah)

I got me some thots (Thots, thots)

They thought I was gay (Slatt, woah)

Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, woah)

Lamborghini parked outside, it's purple like lean (Woah, yeah)

I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (Lean, blatt, what?)

I'm tryna fuck on a thot and sip on some lean (What?)

I love all my thots and codeine (Thots, codeine)

I love all my thots and codeine (Yeah, yeah)

I'm a rockstar, bitch, this what I bleed

Nigga tryna play me, I'ma make him bleed

Yeah, I'm in the coupe with a cutter, yeah, sippin' on Wock' (What?)

Yeah, posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What?)

Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What?)

Posted with my brother, yeah, he got a mop (What? Slatt)

Teen X lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Future)

Pluto

We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Pluto)

We on the X, we on the codeine

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Woo, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Hold up, talking 'bout)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, talking 'bout)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, woo)

We on the X, we on the codeine

I just broke up with my bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I done fell in love with Act (Yeah, yeah, whoa, yeah)

And I pulled up with them sticks (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

He gon' lose his last breath (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)

Racks on my baby (Hold on, hold on)

200K Mercedes (Woo, woo, woo)

I just smashed on my bitch (Yeah, yeah, woo)

Now I got her on some other shit (Yeah, woo, woo, woo)

'Bout to pop these Percs and chop this molly, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm gon' be leaning right in the lobby (Woo)

I just seen that bitch at the airport (Yeah)

I smoked that bitch just like a Newport (Yeah, yeah, yeah, got money)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Cough syrup; yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Crazy, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, woo, talking 'bout)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo)

Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the nose ring (ay, ay)

I been on X, I been on codeine

Spent a hundred fifty thousand on the nose ring (Find me, nigga)

I been on X, I been on codeine (Talking 'bout, ay)

Draco loaded, ooh, Swiss cheese (Draco, brrt)

Don't fuck the bitch, she the police (Fuck that bitch)

Bitch tryna lie on the pussy, ho, please (Talking 'bout)

I popped the X pill, drank gon' ruin me (Talking 'bout)

Rocking this shit better than Billie Jean

Popped some X, drank some codeine (I'm getting high tonight)

Put her on the Percocet, bitch, I can't feel my knees (Woo, shit)

I'm starting to feel like a rich dope fiend (Shit)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the coco

Codeine, uh (Yeah, yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)

Codeine, uh (Yeah), codeine, uh (Yeah)

I got a lean gut, I got some money up (Yeah)

I got the cocaine (Uh), codeine up (Yeah, ah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah)

I'm on the X, I'm on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, woo, ooh)

We on the X, we on the codeine (Woo, ooh)

Meh lyrics - Playboi Carti

What? What?

What?

Fuck a opp, fuck a opp (Yeah)

Fuck a opp (Yeah), fuck a opp (Yeah, yeah)

Fuck a opp, fuck a opp

Fuck a opp, fuck a opp

All these niggas talking 'bout me (Me)

All these niggas dressing like me (Me), uh

Niggas tryna disrespect me (Me)

Bitch, that's gon' come with a fee (What?)

I got a bitch I fuck on for free (Bitch, yeah)

I got a bitch I fuck on, she a freak (What?)

I got this Rick Owens, yeah, for free (Bitch, yeah)

I got this Bottega, yeah, for free (Yeah)

I'm rocking on Givenchy, yeah, for free (Givenchy)

This shit not on sale, I'm not cheap (What?)

Got a brand new Aventador (What?)

And it's not leased (Yeah)

Rock star shit but I'm not Machine Gun (What?)

And I feel like I'm the only rock star, the only one (What? What?)

The only one (What? What?)

The only one (What? What?)

The chosen one (What? What?)

The chosen one (What? What?)

My bitch got her nails done, uh (What? What?)

My bitch got her hair laid (What? Slatt)

But I only take her to tour dates (Bitch)

I'm a rock star, bitch, I can't date (What?)

I can't tell if I love her (What?)

Johnny Cage, beat it up under covers (Slatt, what?)

Gotta have a rubber (What? What?)

Or I'm in trouble (What? What? Slatt)

Heard you had a bag, but you fumbled (Yeah)

All my opps dead (What? What? What?)

But I'ma continue to be humble (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Oh yeah (Slatt)

What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

What? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Vamp Anthem lyrics - Playboi Carti

When them vamps outside, little bitch, you better be ready

When them guns outside, little bitch, you better be ready

When the stars align, little bitch, you better be ready

I won't take my time, little bitch, you know I'm ready

I want it right now, little bitch, you know I'm ready (Go, yeah)

My flag the same color as cranberry (Cranberry)

You come 'round by my gang, it's Hail Mary

Them niggas not no thugs, they some fairies (Yeah, yeah)

I'm playing with them birds like I'm Larry (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

We pop right by the curb, they can't tell it (Yeah)

I'm smoking on them herbs, you can smell it (Yeah)

This bag I got all orange like a felon (Yeah)

My bitch, she say she want me, niggas telling

We caught him on the block, we topped his melon (Top, yeah)

We push up to your spot like it's nothing (Yeah)

Free all them young niggas, free Young Melvin (Yeah)

Free all them young niggas, free my cousin (Okay, yeah)

Pussy-ass niggas always bluffing

Pump fake, nigga, you ain't tough (Yeah, tough)

I swear to God if I tote that bitch I'ma hit that boy (Baow, baow)

I swear to God, I just play with the pussy, I don't play with boys (Baow, baow)

You come 'round by my gang, we gon' let them bullets fly (Baow, yeah)

I been sipping on codeine, I got pink eyes (Yeah)

.223 gon' hit him up, he done got hypnotized (Baow)

I done made a mil' in a white tee, but I ain't Franchize (Baow)

These niggas be the new bitches, they just dickride (Slatt)

I done called up to the hotel, she left me paralyzed (Uh)

Vamp anthem, vamp anthem

Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)

Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)

Vamp anthem, vamp anthem (Yeah)

Vamp, uh, vamp, uh

Vamp, yeah, vamp, uh

Vamp, uh, vamp, yeah

Vamp, vamp

Vamp, uh, vamp, uh

Vamp, uh, vamp, uh

Vamp, vamp, uh

Vamp

New N3on lyrics - Playboi Carti

(That-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)

(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)

Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)

Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)

Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)

Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)

Play with them racks, yeah (Slatt)

Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)

Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)

Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)

AP wrist, hold up, uh (Hold up)

Too much gas, hold up, uh

Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

Swag for days, hold up (Days, ayy)

Plays on plays, hold up, uh (Yeah)

J's on J's, hold up (Ayy, ayy)

Bag full of haze, hold up (Blatt, blatt)

In the back with your bitch, hold up (Back with your bitch)

In a drop-top Benz, hold up (Skrrt)

You gotta let shawty in (Slatt, slatt)

Make shawty top-ten, hold up (Top ten)

I made a bitch count ten, hold up (What?)

I met a bitch through a DM (Slatt, slatt)

On the block with the D on (D on, D on)

Hellcat look neon (Hellcat)

Tryna see what we on (Hold up, yeah)

Told that bitch to put the V on (V on)

Dripped down, got the flee on (Flee on)

I got these hoes on VLONE (VLONE, slatt)

Got a girl with the neon, huh (VLONE, Tech)

Everything all neon (Yeah, yeah)

And she rockin' all neon (Slatt, slatt)

And she wearin' all neon (Slatt)

Run it up like Deion

Sippin' Tech, eating key lime (Tech, Tech)

And my swag so beyond

Put the bag on a peon (Slatt, slime)

(Flat, yeah, I'm from the Flat)

Whole lotta bags, whole lotta cash (Whole lotta flex, slatt)

Whole lotta hoes, whole lotta ass (Slatt, slatt)

Young nigga got swag, hold up (Got swag)

Gotta wave my flag, hold up (Wave my flag)

Got a bitch in the back, yeah (Bitch in the back)

Play with them racks, yeah (Yeah)

Iced-out plaque, yeah (Slatt)

Heart attack, yeah, yeah (Heart attack)

Clapped his bitch, hold up, uh (Hold up)

AP wrist, hold up, uh

Too much gas, hold up, uh

Take this pic, yeah (Take this pic)

Control lyrics - Playboi Carti

Where my Carti fans at?

One of the most loyal, most dedicated fanbases I've seen in a while

They wait patiently, patiently, patiently, patiently

I had to damn near sell my soul for this information

The Illuminati owns part of me

What I also found out, Kanye West is the executive producer

Along with Matthew Williams who work at Givenchy

So maybe that will make sense, some of the pictures he been posting recently

That's reason why he said he got a gift for y'all

Nigga, he's Santa

That's the gift, nigga

Okay? This year been horrible

And to be honest, from what I'm hearing

Expect a classic (Yeah)

Ha (What? What? Ay)

Ooh (What? What? Slatt)

Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Yeah)

Ooh (What? What? What? What? What?)

Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What? Oh yeah)

Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Bitch, I'm not a stalker (Oh, slatt)

But baby, I always watch you (What? Ooh)

I only want the best for you (What? What?)

I cure your love like a doctor

Tell me what you want me to do (whoa, yeah)

Tell me what you want me to do (Slatt)

I can wear a business suit and speak proper (Proper)

Or I can put a hundred niggas on and buy them choppers (Choppers)

See, 'round my parts of town, that's how we get down (What?)

I'm from Fulton County, little bitch, that's no cap now (Yeah)

I went to school with some robbers and some killers

And half of them niggas dead or in jail, but fuck it, they my niggas (Yeah)

Basically, what I'm saying is, I can't change, but

But for you, I would do things and

Maybe one day I'd get on my knees and give you a diamond ring, uh

All sorts of things, yeah (Yeah)

All sorts of things, yeah (Oh)

I'll sort some things out (Ooh)

You got me turned up

Ha (What? What? Ay)

Ooh (What? What? Slatt)

Ha (What? What? What? What? What? Ay)

Ooh (What? What? What? What? What? What?)

Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What? Oh yeah)

Ever since I met you, ooh (What? What? What?)

Girl, I been losing control (ay)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (For you)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (For you)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Girl, I been losing control (What?)

Punk Monk lyrics - Playboi Carti

Ay, punk monk

Ay, yeah

What?

Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)

Know your gang, know your gang (What? Ay, what?)

Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)

Know your gang, know your gang (What?)

One thing I hate the most (Slatt)

One thing I hate the most (Oh yeah)

Is some friendly-ass niggas (Yeah)

Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)

Some friendly-ass niggas (whoa)

Some friendly-ass niggas (whoa)

Don't talk to me

Don't talk to me (Yeah)

Don't talk to me (ay)

Don't talk to me

Them niggas not with us (Us, what?)

Them niggas not with us (What? What?)

Them niggas not with us (What? What? What?)

I told my brother yesterday, uh (Uh)

I had every chance to sign all the young niggas

But I was in my bag (Bag, bag)

Really, I don't wanna worry about these niggas (What? No)

I was tryna sign Trippie Redd before they knew about Trippie

I was fucking with Lil Keed when he made little "Blicky" (Blicky)

And I thought I had Pi'erre, but the label tricked me (What?)

They tried to turn me into a white boy, but I'm not Lil Dicky

I remember I used to follow KEY! and ManMan Savage

Riding 'round the hood, I was riding with the ratchet (What?)

Lil TJ was my shooter, but they turned that boy against me (What?)

But OG said, "Hold that shit down," so I ain't tripping (Yeah)

I was in Paris when Offset and Uzi started hitting

And I had to stay out that shit because that ain't none my business (Yeah)

I just worry 'bout me (Uh, me)

I just worry 'bout me (What? What?)

I gotta worry 'bout me (What? What? What? What?)

I gotta worry 'bout me (What? What? What? What?)

Why? (Why? Yeah, yeah, yeah), oh

I'm not friendly at all (What?)

I don't even want these niggas on my song (No)

I don't even need these niggas on my song (No doubt)

I don't rap, I write poems (What?)

If you think you an ape, bitch, then I'm King Kong (whoa)

If you know you great, bitch, then this your song (What? What?)

We are great (Yeah, what? What? Yeah)

The greatest, yeah (What? Uh, what?)

We are great (What? What?)

The greatest (Yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah)

When you not gang

You turn into a hater

Know your gang, know your gang (Pussy)

Know your gang, know your gang (Pussy bitch, ay)

Know your gang, know your gang (What? What?)

Know your gang, know your gang (What? What? What? God, yeah)

One thing I hate the most (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

One thing I hate the most (Oh yeah)

Is some friendly-ass niggas (Yeah)

Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)

Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)

Some friendly-ass niggas (What?)

Don't talk to me (Don't talk to me)

Don't talk to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Don't talk to me (Don't talk, ay, yeah)

Don't talk to me (ay, ay, yeah)

Them niggas not with us (What? Us, us, what?)

Them niggas not with us (What? What?)

Them niggas not with us (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh, what?)

On That Time lyrics - Playboi Carti

(What?)

(What? What? What?)

Push up (What? What?)

Push up (Woo)

Push up, yeah (Woo)

Push up (What? Woo)

Push (Yeah)

Push (Slatt)

Push (Blatt)

Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih

D-R-A-C-O, yeah (Woo, woo)

Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih

D-R-A-C-O, yeah

D-R-A-C-O (Yeah), D-R-A-C-O (Yeah)

D-R-A-C-O (Yeah), D-R-A-C-O

I got a Draco in my bookbag, little bitch (Go, yeah, woo)

That motherfucker got a kickback on it (Yeah, woo)

That motherfucker got a kickback on it (Yeah, woo)

And I put this on Onyx, I'ma leave my opp in the cement

Lay that bitch down in the yard like a picnic

He even ain't got no gun, how the fuck he flexing?

We gon' push up, bitch, little bitch

We gon' push up, bitch, little bitch (Pull up)

And I'm taking shit (Pull up)

Ain't no reasoning (Huh), ain't no fixing shit

Every day my birthday, so I made a wish

Every day my birthday, so she suck my dick (Woo, woo)

Right now (What? What?), right now (Woo, woo)

Hold this shit down, hold this shit down

Bitch, I'm a king, but I'm tryna put on my crown

Hold this shit down

Push up

Push up (Hold this)

Push up, yeah (Woo, woo)

Push up (What?)

Push (Woo, woo)

Push (Slatt)

Push (Slatt)

Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih

D-R-A-C-O, yeah (Wah)

Ride 'round town with the Draco, bih (Draco, Draco)

D-R-A-C-O, yeah

D-R-A-C-O (Riding 'round), D-R-A-C-O (What? What?)

D-R-A-C-O (Woo, woo), D-R-A-C-O (Woo, woo)

King Vamp lyrics - Playboi Carti

Slatt, slatt

Yeah (Open that shit up, slatt)

Rock star bitch, you already know that

Yeah (Slatt), ay, what?

Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt

Slatt, slatt (Yeah), slatt, slatt

Slatt, slatt (Yeah, yeah), yeah

What? What? (Whole Lotta Red)

Yeah

K-I-N-G V-A-M-P

Yeah, that's me

K-I-N-G V-A-M-P

Yeah, that's me

I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep

I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep

I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

Zombie

Uh, shawty told me that she been looking for me (Talking 'bout me, yeah talking 'bout)

Bitch, I'm in Wyoming

I been balling harder since the death of Kobe

I'm so close to the fire, I got a nosebleed

If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Show what?)

If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

If you think you hotter than this, you gotta show me (What? What?)

I just called my label up, I think they owe me

I just called my label up, I think they owe me

I been on the codeine (Whole lotta red)

I been moving slowly (Whole lotta red)

Can't let a nigga hold me

Bitch, I'm a OG

I got older, I got bright

I got older, I got wise

I got older, I got wise

I got fat pockets, but my jeans tight (Tight, tight)

Keep that gun on me, bitch, I won't fight (Pop it)

Keep that stick on me, bitch, I won't fight, yeah

K-I-N-G V-A-M-P

Yeah, that's me

K-I-N-G V-A-M-P (What? What? Go, what?)

Yeah, that's me

I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep

I'm a dark knight, bitch, yeah, I can't sleep

I fly in the sky, I got wings on my feet

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

(What? What? What? What?)

(What? What? What? What?)

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah

When the Sun goes down, yeah, it's time to creep, yeah

Place lyrics - Playboi Carti

Get shot in your head (Psh, shot, yeah, yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?, yeah)

Yeah (What? Yeah, what? What?)

It's a whole lotta red (What? Whoa)

It's a load (What? What? Yeah)

A load (Whoa, whole lot of hoes)

Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (Whole lot of, yeah)

I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Hold up, yeah, hold up)

Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (What?)

You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, fuck your face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place, hold up (Yeah)

Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherfuckin' place (Bah, bah, bah, yeah, bah, bah)

I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (Hold up, whoa)

I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play (Whoa, hold up, go)

Spent a bag on my teeth, yeah (Whoa)

Got these hoes on fleek, uh (Hold up, yeah)

Got these hoes on me (Hold up, yeah)

You want Chanel (You want Chanel)

Shawty, you hell (Shawty in, whoa)

Pushin' that bitch (Hold up, wow)

Ridin' in hell (Hold up, wow)

This a 'Cat (Hold up, yeah)

Rose gold pack (Hold up, yeah)

Plaques on plaques (Hold up, whoa)

Nigga from the Flat, yeah (Yeah, wow)

Shawty pull up to the trap (Hold up, yeah)

Got a bitch in the neck, hold up

Can't thug like me, hold up (Yeah)

And the cup still lean, hold up (Yeah)

Got X and the lean

Whole lot of hoes, whole lotta red, whole lot of bitches (Whole lot of bitches, yeah)

I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Hold up, yeah, hold up)

I just popped this Xan', can't feel my face (Blatt-blatt, yeah)

Hundred thousand spread all in my case, hold up (Hold up, wow, hold up)

You can get shot in your head, young nigga, yeah, fuck your face (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got a bad-ass bitch right now, she runnin' 'round in my place, hold up (Yeah)

Put the pussy-ass nigga right down his motherfuckin' place (What? Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm in the back of the spot, yeah, in my place (I'm in the back, yeah, yeah)

I'ma show a nigga how to ball, show a nigga how to play, hold up (Whoa, whoa)

Sky lyrics - Playboi Carti

What? What? What? What?

I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit

I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? Roll ten, what?)

I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What? Roll ten)

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What? Let's go)

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)

I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (High), whoa (Yeah)

I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa, whoa (Yeah)

I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)

I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah), whoa (Yeah), whoa (Yeah)

I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa)

Wake up (Wake up, wake up, whoa)

It's the first of the month (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

I brush my teeth and count up (What? Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, whoa)

I let my bitch roll my blunt (whoa, slatt, slatt)

I'm 'bout to dirty my cup (whoa, yeah, bitch, whoa, whoa, what?)

Pour up some lean and get stuck (Pour it up, pour it up, pour it up, what?)

I make her scream when we fuck (Slatt, scream, suck it)

I don't drive R8s, I don't like those (whoa, huh, chop it and slide)

I drive the Daytona and I tinted the windows (Yeah, skrrt)

Can't fuck with nobody (What?), not even my shadow (Yeah, no one)

I got on Ed Hardy (What? What? What? What? What?), she got on stilettos (What?)

She my best friend (What? What?), yeah, we not a couple (What? What?)

She a rock star (What? What? What?), she a sex symbol (What? What? What? Let's go)

The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)

The way she do that shit (What? What? What?), she make it look simple (What? What?)

Baby, tell me what you wanna do (Yeah, what? Wanna do)

Baby, tell me everybody you screw (Yeah, who? Who? Yeah)

Tell me everybody you took to this room (Who? Who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (Baby, who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Yeah, who? Who? Who?)

I gotta know who you fucked in this room (Bih', who?)

Can't trust no bitch (What? Bih', bih'), can't trust these niggas (Bih, bih')

Yeah, in love with my money (What? In love with my money), in love with my pistols (In love with that pistol)

In love with my bitch (Love with my bitch), I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch)

I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt), I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh)

I been thinking 'bout it (Been thinking 'bout it, yeah, yeah), finna cut off that bitch (Finna cut off that bitch, what? What?)

She don't cook, she don't clean (Damn, what? What?), but she want Ruth Chris (Slatt, slatt)

I don't even like to hug (To hug, hug), I don't even like to kiss (Slatt, slatt)

I just pat her on the ass (What? What?), and tell her, "Good shit" (Slatt, what?)

I just walked in my pad (Slatt), paparazzi at the fence (Slatt)

I'm 'bout to pour up some red (Red)

And shawty gon' roll up some shit (What? Slatt, slatt, and shawty gon')

And shawty gon' roll up some shit (Slatt)

I'm 'bout to pour up some red (What?), and shawty gon' roll up some shit (What?)

I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (Alright, what?)

I told my boy, "Go roll like ten blunts for me" (What? What? What?)

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? What?)

I'm tryna get high 'til I can't feel nothing (whoa, what? What? Slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (What? What? What? Slatt, slatt)

I could fall out the sky and I still won't feel nothing (whoa, what? Slatt, slatt)

I'm way too high (Yeah, what?), whoa (Blatt), whoa (Yeah)

I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)

I'm way too high (Yeah, whoa), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)

I'm way too high (Yeah, yeah, huh?), whoa, whoa, whoa (What?)

I'm way too high (What? What? What?)

What? What? What?

I'm so high, man, I can't even feel shit

Over lyrics - Playboi Carti

What? Yeah

Like, I'm too lit, like, oh my God

Damn

How the fuck we got to where we started?

This love don't feel how it felt when we started (What?)

This love don't feel how it felt when we started (What?)

Got me thinking so deep, I'm in my conscience

Got me doing these drugs, they help me balance (Shawty, I'm geeked, yeah)

I ain't tryna blame you, but this shit a challenge (Oh, what? What?)

I live my life like a kid with allowance

My life so fast, I need me a down bitch (Fast, hold on)

Anarchy tatted under my armpit

Don't make me start a fucking riot (Anarchy, yeah)

Sometimes this shit get so exciting (What? What?)

We riding 'round, we starting riots (What? What?)

We rob the bank 'cause we want profit (Damn)

We took our share and kept it solid (What? What? What?)

We took that route 'cause we about it (Yeah)

Say you catching them bodies, I highly doubt it (Catching them bodies, what? Yeah)

My boys shot at them niggas and he rolling off molly (Catching them bodies, yeah, yeah)

We fucked up they kickbacks, fucked up they parties (Catching them bodies, yeah, yeah)

I jump off the rope, I feel like Jeff Hardy (Feel like Jeff Hardy, mm, Hardy)

Got tats on my sleeve like Ed Hardy (Ed, yeah, Hardy)

I'm smoking that weed just like I'm Marley (Just like I'm Marley, yeah)

One shot and he bleed, please don't bother me (Baow-baow-boom)

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Okay, woo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, damn)

How the fuck we got to where we started? Huh?

Your love don't feel the same like when we started (What? What?)

Shoulda known this shit was not real when it started (What? What? What?)

Yeah, everybody fake, this shit retarded (What? Damn)

My back to the wall (What? What?)

My back to the wall (What? What?)

Can't fuck with these dirty little hoes, these bitches be irking me, yup (What? What?)

Can't put my trust in no ho, hell nah, little bro (What? What?)

I pass that bitch to my boy, like, "Here, little bro" (What? What?)

I took the Phantom outside, it ride like a boat (What? What?)

And I took off with them Ms and I stuck to the code (What? What?)

Damn

Ooh, yeah

I'm too lit, oh my God, yeah

ILoveUIHateU lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah

What?

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

What? What?

What? What?

Yeah

Yeah

I'm thinking 'bout dying my hair red just to look like a pint of red

I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sipping that Bloody Mary

I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed

I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed

Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close

Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close

What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know (What?)

What you don't know (Yeah), it won't hurt 'cause you don't know

I gotta eat, I gotta eat

I got some E, I got some E

I got some molly, shawty with me

Shawty come see, shawty for C

She wanna party, she want young Carti

She wanna ride, ride it and ride it (Yeah)

She wanna pipe all of these bitches

She want that action, she want young Carti

I got these diamonds they blinking, bitch

All of my phones, stay ringing, bitch (What?)

She like them niggas that really rich

My hands on my stick like a little witch

I told her, "I really don't do this shit"

That money gon' make this bitch do this shit (Go)

Codeine in my cup 'cause I do this shit (Codeine)

Codeine in my drank, bitch, I do this shit (Syrup)

You know that my body is full of it

You know that my shawty be full of it

You know that I'm hot, bitch, I'm horny

I'm taking these chances and doing it

We take off your head and remove the bitch

My shawty rock gold like a Buddha bitch

And shout-out my cousin, he cooling it

We really hot boys, we not new to this

We really hot boys, we not new to this

I'm thinking 'bout dying my hair red just to look like a pint of red

I like all of my cups so dirty, I been sipping that Bloody Mary (Yeah)

I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed (Yeah)

I mix all of my problems and Prometh' until I roll on my death bed (What?)

Don't get close, uh, baby, don't get too close (Yeah)

Don't get close, yeah, baby, don't get too close (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)

What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know

What you don't know, it won't hurt 'cause you don't know

Die4Guy lyrics - Playboi Carti

Fifteen outside, baby, I was acting like a damn thug

I wanted to be just like my brother, he was selling drugs (What?)

I wanted to be just like my brother, he a damn thug (What?)

Reggie Carter, Reggie (Yeah)

That's my brother (What?)

Jordan Carter, Carti (What?)

I'm your brother

I'm gon' die by my guys, yeah (I'm gon' die)

I'm gon' die by my brother (What? Die)

I'm gon' die by my guys, yeah (What? What? Yeah)

I'm gon' die by my brother

This one for all my guys (Guys)

This one for the ride-or-dies (Yeah)

Ay, this one for all my guys (Guys)

This one for the ride-or-dies

I can't do no Instagram no more (Yeah)

All the opps looking for me (What? What?)

My brother said, "Carti, what you tweaking for?" (Yeah, yeah)

"You got a whole army 'round you" (What?)

Bitch, I got some niggas ready to crash (Yeah)

New car, yeah, I push to dash (Yeah)

Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)

Push out that bitch and I smash (What? What?)

I'm so fucking high, I might crash (What? Crash, yeah)

The drugs kicking in real fast (What?)

If I die, it's gon' be real sad (What?)

So I fuck on my bitch like it's our last (What?)

I'm a rock star, so I never can relax (Bitch)

We some rock stars, we the new Black Flag (Bitch)

Try this rock star, put some money on your ass (King Vamp)

Put some money on your ass (What? What? What?)

Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, what? Yeah)

Watch this nigga spaz (Yeah, bitch, go)

Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? Go)

Watch this nigga spaz (What? What? What? Go)

Watch this nigga spaz (Go, go, go, go, what?)

Watch this nigga spaz (What? Go, what? What? What? What? Go)

(Whole Lotta Red)

Not PLaying lyrics - Playboi Carti

Out of here, outer space

Pussy all on my face

Money down for my case

I can't lie, life's great

I can't lie, life's great

Yeah, you know this shit been good

Yeah, you know I'm from the hood

But I made it out that hood

But I made it out the wood

Smokin' on dope every day as I should

Countin' up money every day as I should

Fuckin' on hoes every day as I should

I'm a big boss, yeah, I feel like Suge

Don't care 'bout the cost, I'ma make the bitch plug

I can bet, make the bitch ride on that

Her nigga walked in, had a heart attack

I'm 800, I'm part of that

We got the same opps screamin' "follow back"

We shoot at these niggas, no poppin' back

I'm hittin' the trigger, I'm off of that

They copycat see, copycat Vamp

I light the bitch up just like a lamp

I had a red flag before I was stamped

Niggas dyin' by hoes, niggas dyin' by tramp

We can shoot at the bitch, shoot at the camp

Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp

Shoot at that bitch, shoot at his camp

Shoot at that bitch, we shoot at his camp

My shooter gon' shoot, he gon' shoot

My shooter gon' shoot at ya

My shooter gon' shoot at…

My shooter gon' shoot you, yeah

I gotta go bananas one time

I fucked a bitch in Panama

She gonna be here tomorrow

I'm not playin' no more, yeah

I'm not playin' no more, oh yeah

I'm not playin' no more

I'm not playin', yeah, I'm not playin'

I'm not playin', I'm not playin'

I'm not playin', I'm not playin'

I'm not playin', I'm not playin', yeah

I'm not playing, I'm not playin'

I'm not playing, I'm not playin', yeah

F33l Lik3 Dyin lyrics - Playboi Carti

All my life

Ini was

Ooh, mine was a lover of a wrong kind (Boy)

Keeping what you telling me

I know mine

And I feel like dyin' if you not mine

Shawty front line, yeah, she top of the line

Yeah, she top tier, yeah, she hold it down

We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah

We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah

We can find out, we can find out, we can find out, yeah

Yeah

If you feel like dyin'

If you feel like dyin' for love

If you feel like dyin'

(On a bright fall morning)

I done met different type of girls, yeah (Stood a little while within it)

(Man, you have to know)

I've done been all across the world

Now's the time to show 'em what I learned

Now's the time to show 'em what I learned

Before I die

Every day I'm dyin' (Woah)

Every day I'm dyin'

Uh, rockstar shit like I'm Jimi Hendrix

Popstar baby, like I'm Jimi Hendrix, yeah (All my life)

Light my cigarette up like an incense, yeah

Light my cigarette up like an incense (All my life)

And I know I'm dyin' (Woah)

This shit got me dyin' (Woah)

This shit got me dyin'

(On a bright fall morning)

My mama always knew I was a star (Stood a little while within it)

Sacrifices every day, yeah

She gave me the keys to her only car (Man, you have to know)

I took that bitch and I went far

I'm one of the greatest like an all-star

I can't fall

Gotta stand tall

Back against the wall

Fuck all of y'all

But on a bright fall morning, I'm with it

I stood a little while within it

Man, you have to know

Know the way it goes

I feel like dyin' (Woah)

I feel like dyin'

I feel like dyin'

Die Lit (2018)

• Long Time (Intro)
• R.I.P.
• Lean 4 Real
• Old Money
• Love Hurts
• Shoota
• Right Now
• Poke It Out
• Home (KOD)
• Fell In Luv
• Foreign
• Pull Up
• Mileage
• FlatBed Freestyle
• No Time
• Middle Of The Summer
• Choppa Won't Miss
• R.I.P. Fredo (Notice Me)
• Top 

Long Time (Intro) lyrics - Playboi Carti

Feel like, bitch, hello, check it out

(Yeah, you know what I'm saying?)

Feel like, slatt, I feel like, yeah

No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Uh, yeah)

I'd rather die before I come in last (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)

I ain't felt like this in a long time

(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)

I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)

I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt)

Hold up, I'm tryna find

Hold up, I'm tryna do something right now

Just leave me alone right now (I'd rather get caught with it than without it)

Just leave me alone

I'ma go and tell shawty, we don't do that (Uh, what?)

(Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, beep, beep, beep)

Ooh, yeah

Lil' black jean jacket, yeah

Got VLONE on it, yeah

Got this bad ass bitch, yeah

Wanna fuck me and my homie, yeah

Got this bad ass bitch, yeah

Tryna fuck me and my homie, yeah

Shawty gon' suck 'til the mornin', yeah

I can't wife no thot, yeah (I can't wife no thot)

Pass that bitch to the homie, yeah (I can't wife no thot)

I just fucked your thot, yeah (I just fucked your thot)

I ain't even pass her to homie, yeah, ooh (I just fucked your thot)

We might rob your homie (Rob)

We might rob your home (Rob)

We might rob your homie (Skrrt)

I'd rather get caught with it than without it

(Slatt, thot, VLONE, slatt, slatt, slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what? Slatt, what?)

Wake up and smell the motherfuckin' coffee (Yeah)

I'm 'bout to break you boys in a coffin (Yeah, VLONE thug, what?)

I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt)

(You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)

I ain't felt like this in a long time (Slatt, slatt, I ain't feel like)

I ain't have shit in a long time (Feel like)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, slatt, slatt)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah

You been to Atlanta?

Have I been to Atlanta?

You've most definitely been to Atlanta

With who?

No cap and gown, I ain't go to class (Slatt, slatt, yeah)

I'd rather die before I come in last

Would you just send me your address, please, send me your address?

For here?

Woah

Woah

Woah (Yeah)

I ain't had shit in a long time (What?)

I ain't felt like this in a long time (You know what I'm saying? RIP Fredo)

I ain't felt like this in a long time (I ain't feel like)

I ain't had shit in a long time (Feel like)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah (Slatt, feel like)

Just to look like this it took a long time, yeah

I ain't had shit in a long time

I ain't had shit in a long time

I ain't had shit in a long time

I ain't had shit in a long time

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah

Just to feel like this it took a long time, yeah

R.I.P. lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch

Cop the Prada, bitch, get one for the zip

Got that Prada bag (Yeah), got one for my bitch (Yeah)

Lil' boy hit like blitz (Yeah), lil' boy, this my bitch (Yeah)

Got me mad as shit (Yeah), so I slapped the bitch (Yeah)

I ain't even hop in the coupe (Yeah), your bitch gon' star at the clique (Yeah)

I ain't even fuckin' this thot, yeah, the bitch gotta start with the clique, yeah

All of my diamonds they flawless, all of my diamonds legit (Yeah)

All of these diamonds, they costin' (Slatt, hold up)

Slatt, move like a boss, slatt, move like a boss

I get that dope, kilo, yeah, come fuck with the boss (Yeah)

Smokin' that gas, diesel, yeah, smoke like a boss, yeah

She throwin' it back like a Frisbee, yeah, hit like a boss (Yeah)

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch

I'm with my dawgs, fight with my dawgs, yeah, shoot with my dawgs, yeah

I want your thot, I want your broad, yeah, she all on my lot

Countin' the knots, all of my ghosts, yeah, head to the loft

I got a strap all on my dick, ain't hittin' it raw

I just left Elliot, Prada bag, ooh, it holdin' the knots, ooh

I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh, the bitch got a box

Fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah), fuck that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit

Made a mil' off that, uh, off that mumblin' shit (Yeah)

Bought a crib for mama off that mumblin' shit (What?)

Fuck that ho, VH1, big ass booty bitch (Yeah)

I'ma go fuck that bitch (Yeah), I'ma go thrash that bitch (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah), shawty gon' suck this dick (Yeah)

That's a pull-up bitch (Yeah), don't make me pull up, bitch

I smash that thot, then pull out, bitch, might push to Flacko shit

Watch me pull up, take your chain, lil' bitch

I'm on Deebo lit (Yeah), I'm on 'migo lit (Yeah), I'm on kilo lit (Yeah)

I go psycho, bitch, watch me sock your bitch

Watch me thrash that bitch, then I pass that bitch

Lean 4 Real lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Skepta)

Run it up (Yeah, yeah)

Count it up, count it up, count it, count (Yeah, yeah, what? What? What? What? What?)

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

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah-yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What?)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Yeah, what?)

Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)

The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (What?)

Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine

Two nines in the coupe, yeah (Pew, what?)

Yeah, send a bih' to school (Yeah, yeah)

Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool (What? What?)

Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo (What?)

Oh yeah, all that money, take your loot (Ooh, what? What? What?)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What?)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Slatt, yeah, yeah)

That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time (Bag)

Nickelodeon, way I got that slime (Yeah, slime)

The Dream Mode, yeah, tats showin', my teams (Ayy)

Keep it tucked like a T-shirt, I need that nine

Trust, trust (Yeah)

No, I can't dap you up (Yeah)

Super sus' (Yeah)

Better get used to us (Yeah)

Had to go Super Saiyan (Yeah)

Had to go bird's eye view (Yeah)

This a computer game (Greaze)

GTA (Yeah)

Look at us run the streets (Yeah)

Niggas is fuckin' food (Yeah)

This is a fuckin' feast (Buh-buh)

Man, I ain't throwing P's (Yeah)

I just throw up the V (Yeah)

Drink spillin' on my shoes (Yeah)

Weed spillin' on my seats (Greaze)

Niggas is talkin' greaze

Please, greaze (Greaze)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on 'em beans for real (What? Yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (What?)

I'm on 'em beans for real (Yeah, yeah)

I'm on the lean for real (Yeah, yeah)

Run it up

Yeah, yeah (What? What?)

Yeah, yeah (What? What?)

Yeah (What? What?)

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

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Old Money lyrics - Playboi Carti

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

Old money, new ho (Beep)

Old money, uh, new ho (What?)

Old money, huh, new ho (What?)

Old money, new ho (Beep, what?)

Old swag (Swag), new flow (Flow, flow)

Old swag, new flow (Flow, flow)

New flow (Flow), old flow (Old flow)

Old money (Yeah, yeah), new ho (Ho, what?)

Old money (Money), new flow (Flow, what?)

Bad bitch (Bitch), love the pole (What?)

Sip the four (What?), Actavis (Whoa)

Sip it slow (What?), kickin' shit (Lean, whoa)

Oh, Pi'erre, huh, come in here, ooh, uh

Got some hoes, they upstairs, ooh, uh

I need two hoes, need two pair, ooh, uh

My chain too cold (What?), chandelier, ooh, uh

Pretty boy, huh, manicure, ooh, what?

You need a code just to come in here (Beep, Playboi)

Only 21, feel like a bachelor (Beep, Playboi)

Pretty bitch, huh, baddest thing in here (Ooh, what?)

Old money, new ho (What?)

Old money, new ho (What?)

Old money, new ho (What?)

Old money (Money), new ho

Ooh, ooh, damn, I feel myself, uh

Left my bitch at home, uh, told her fuck herself, uh

Did it on my own, huh, made it by myself (Playboi)

And I keep a TEC, huh, boy, I keep the steel, uh

Leave a nigga wet, uh, boy, I got the well, huh

Grab it off the shelf, huh (What?)

She said she need a pair, uh, spend it on myself (Cash)

Got like three phones, ooh, Apple, not a pear, ooh

Got like three hoes, ooh, I do not compare

In the trap, we sellin' crack, come here, huh, mama shed a tear

Trap, we cookin' up the meal (Ooh), Cookies in the shelf, ooh

My diamonds talk itself, huh, diamonds Michael Phelps, uh

Old money, new ho (What?)

Old money (Beep), new ho (What?)

Old money, huh, new ho (What?)

Old money (Money), new ho

Love Hurts lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Travis Scott)

[Playboi Carti:]

Got my nigga Zorrs in this bitch

Blatt, slatt, blatt, slatt, slatt, whoa (Cash, cash)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slatt

Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (whoa)

Shawty want a rock star, huh (What? What?)

Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (whoa)

Shawty want a rock star

Uh, okay (whoa), shawty know what's up (Yeah)

Shawty want a rock star, huh

Shawty want a Wockstar, okay

Shawty want a rock star

Walk in that bih' with my toolie (What?)

Walk in that bih' with Lil Uzi, ooh

These bitches, they biting they lip, they choosing, ooh

Looking like groupie (What, what?)

Fucking that bih' in my coupe, ooh (Okay)

Fucking that bih' in the lot, ooh

Fucking that bih' in the spot, ooh, uh

Polka dot, ooh

All of these hoes, they mine, ooh

All of this jewelry, it mine, ooh

All of these bitches, they mine, ooh, uh, ooh, uh

Feel like Big Sean, yeah, ooh

Look like a don, yeah, ooh

Fucking this bitch (What, what?)

I swear she be lying (What, what?)

White on rice (Rice)

Diamonds ice (Ice)

Came through with the ice (Uh)

I'm Lil Boat with the Sprite (Lil Boat)

Lil Boat, dynamite (Cash)

She gon' blow tonight (Carti)

Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (whoa)

Shawty want a rock star, huh (What? What?)

Shawty want a Wockstar, okay (whoa)

Shawty want a rock star

Uh, okay (Yeah), shawty know what's up (Yeah)

Shawty want a rock star, huh

Shawty want a Wockstar, okay

Shawty want a rock star

[Travis Scott:]

All of these flows is mine

All of these hoes is mine

Shawty want a rock star, okay

Shawty want a rock star, La Flame

I been out spending it loosely

Bigger the diamonds, I'm juicy

Fuck with the Gs, it's Gucci

I been out living unruly

Yeah, board the jet

All of them hoes is wet

Yeah, private flex, yeah

Never dip on the set

Drank, don't do wine, got two hoes in a bind, yeah

Ass on rewind, put the cash on her spine, yeah

Fill me up, double cup, yeah

Okay, shawty know what's up

Shawty want a rock star

Shawty want a rock star, okay

Shawty want a rock star, okay

Okay, shawty know what's up

Shoota lyrics - Playboi Carti (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Yeah

Now

Now is my time

Now is my time

(That-that-that-that-that-that be Maaly Raw)

Everybody rock with me because I'm up now

Took your girl and I'ma score like I made the touchdown

Swervin' in that Lambo', doors go up, not on a bus now

Used to want a G-Shock, now I'm walking with a bustdown

Pull up and I'm flooded with a iced out watch

Whip, it look like butter, baby, pecan drop

Pecan drop, put that four in Sun Drop

Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot

Got them rocks, diamond rocks, whip the pot

Suicide, 1600, that's the block

Hit your girl, that's check-free

She ain't used to text me

Now she wanna caress me

She keep tryna neck me

I gotta tell my bestie

Someone call my bestie

Think I found my bestie

Link up, make a check bleed

You know that I'm smokin' dope, I'll be high 'til next week

Know I had to let her go 'cause she can't arrest me

[Playboi Carti:]

Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh

Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh

I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah

Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh

Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh

We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh

We gon' take these boys back to school, uh

Money on the floor just like some shoes

Uh, money on the floor just like some shoes, yeah

I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah

I'ma fuck your thot, she just a swoop, hah, yeah

And I love my goons, yeah

And I love my tool (Yeah), yeah (Yeah)

And I love my loot (What?), yeah

Fuck with me and you gon' lose (What?)

Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude

Don't talk to me, just talk to my lil' dude

Uh, woke up with my toolie, what it do? Huh, uh

Meet me in the alley with the troops, uh

I got red shooters, I got blue, huh, yeah

Let that thing down and point at you, huh, uh

Bentley or the 'Rari, ho, let's choose, ooh

We gon' rob the bank, bring the loot, uh, uh

We gon' take these boys back to school, uh

Money on the floor just like some shoes

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

[Playboi Carti:]

Slatt (What?)

(What? What? What?)

(What? What? What?)

Ooh, ooh

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now

I let her count it

Too much to balance, ayy

I can't even balance (Pick it up)

Got a bitch in my palace

And she work at Palace (Ooh, pick it up)

And a bitch at Magic

And she let me have it

She let me smash it

She let me pet it

Baby, no cappin'

I'm on the block, I got the Glock, I'm with the static

I got this bitch all on the pipe just like a addict

I got this bitch all on the pipe callin' me daddy

I'm with the stick, I'm in the 6, I'm in the wagon

I'm in the bitch, I'm in the bricks, I'm in the ashes

I got that white, I got that dope, I got that Asher

Sellin' that soap, sellin' that soap, sellin' that nasty

I'm on the block, just like a po', fuckin' a bandit

I'm on the block, I got them rolls, I got them Benjis

We gotta go, we gotta go (Skrr)

Hop in the Ghost, ooh, then I go ghost (Ooh)

Ooh, ooh

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now

Ooh, ooh

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now

[Pi'erre Bourne (Playboi Carti):]

Back then to right now, hey

Back to the future, hey

Did it all off computers, hey (Yeah, yeah)

Bill Gates, ayy (Carti)

All my bills paid, ayy (Cash), for real

Got that good gas, for real

Put you on your ass, for real

Got that good gas, for real

Put you on your ass, for real

Yeah, I flex for real

Yeah, they mad for real

I got cash, for real (Cash)

Hundred dollar bills

Yeah, these all blue bills (Cash, cash, cash)

Yeah, motherfuck how you feel (Yeah)

I'm not Dr. Phil

Fresh to death, where my will?

She just got called to get killed

And she say I'm skilled

And she call me Dolittle

Yeah, I'm talkin' to my dogs

[Playboi Carti:]

Ooh, ooh

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now

Ooh, ooh

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now (Right now)

Now

I got bitches wanna see Pi'erre right now

I got bitches wanna see Carti right now

All these diamonds in my teeth, I had to smile (Cash, cash)

Right now (Cash), right now (Cash)

Told that bitch to get down right now

Touch your toes, bend it over right now

All this money, all this guap, it's in the pad

Right now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Now, right now

Poke It Out lyrics - Playboi Carti & Nicki Minaj

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

[Playboi Carti:]

Iced up, ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out (Woah), poke it out, poke it out (Woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)

Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out

New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out

Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off

Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out

Poke it out, poke it out

Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat, uh (Beep)

Poke it out (Yeah)

Poke it out

Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)

Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)

Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out)

Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out)

Poke it out (Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out)

Poke it out

All of these bitches want Carti now, uh

All of my bitches, they thought it out, ooh

Walk in that bitch, then I walk it out (Walk it out)

Walk in that bitch with a thirty out

She walk in that bitch with her panties down

Ball on these niggas like Pippen now

Told the lil' bitch to come see me now (Walk it out)

All of these bitches wan' see me now (Walk it out)

Fuck that lil' bitch with her titties out (Poke it out)

I know you see me on the TV now (Poke it out)

Carti be lookin' like billionaire (Woo, beep)

I'ma go fuck on a billionaire (Slatt, poke it out)

House in the hills (Ooh, yeah)

All of my bitches, they gettin' it (Poke it out)

Pop a lil' pill (Poke it out)

Then I go get it (Poke it out)

Ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out (Woah), poke it out, poke it out (Woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)

Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out

New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out

Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off

Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out

Poke it out (What?), poke it out

Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat

[Nicki Minaj:]

Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)

Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)

Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), Playboi (Playboi), rrr (Rrr)

Playboi (Barbie), Playboi (Barbie), Playboi (Barbie), rrr (Rrr)

What they on? St. Laurent? Ass fat, uh, matter fact, hmm

This that here, bitch, that here, get that here, uh, uh

Double back, uh, quarterback, uh, runnin' back, uh, uh, uh

Play girl, laid back, they back, take that

All of my buddies on ten (Ten), all of my money's in Yen (Yen)

All of my work is sellin' (Sellin'), Thank you, and please come again ('Gain)

All we know here is to win (Win)

Fabulous, gone with the wind (Wind)

All of this one of a kind

But if I order it, get it again

I see all these pretend Barbies

I'm beginning to end Barbies

I am Nicki the Ninja, Harajuku

'Member, I've been Barbie (Been Barbie)

P-P-P-Playboi Barbie

Cover of Playboy, Barbie

In New York I really rock (Rocks)

Ask Playboi Carti (Carti)

All of these niggas wan' do me now (Do me now)

Sonnin' these hoes like it's gloomy out (Gloomy out)

All of my niggas on hammer time (Hammer time)

Walk in that bitch with the toolie out (Toolie out)

Walk in that bitch with the toolie out (Toolie out)

Killers and robbers, that Julia (Julia)

Walk in that bitch with my boobies out

Wife-beater torn like Natalie Imbruglia ('Bruglia)

You know that I stay with them great lines (Great lines)

End bitches' careers, cut them brake lines (Brake lines)

You gon' be an episode of Dateline (Dateline)

End-end up on the cover of L.A. Times (L.A. Times)

Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck I just heard through the grapevine? (Grapevine)

These little musty bitches thinkin' they can take mine (Take mine)

You bitches' chances lookin' slimmer than my waistline (Waistline)

Man, that shit been over since Playtime (Playtime)

Watch flooded, ho, I can't even face time (Face time)

You bitches gotta face time for them hate crimes (Hate crimes)

Playboi, Playboi hit me on my FaceTime (FaceTime)

For the best feature out the Big Apple since FaceTime (FaceTime)

[Playboi Carti:]

Ice watch, ice watch (Woah, woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Woah)

Bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out (Bitch)

Fat ass, poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

New watch, ice watch, check it out, check it out

New Glock, my Glock, poke it out, poke it out

Air it out, air it out, showin' off, showin' off

Bad bitch, bad bitch, poke it out, poke it out

Poke it out (What?), poke it out

Poke it out, poke it out, poke it out

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Uh, what?)

Bad bitch, bad bitch, ass fat (Ooh, what?)

Home (KOD) lyrics - Playboi Carti

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home

She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those

She a spoiled little bitch, I bought her all her clothes

You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes

I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows

We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals

We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes

You changing mood swings, you got me, I don't know

We getting back in, walked through the back door

You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though

You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow

You drive a Lambo' with some leg room

Girl, I'm waiting on you, bring that bag home, ooh

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home

She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes

Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah

If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go

When she on that molly, anything goes

She was in Miami on a fucking boat

With some ball players, she left them niggas broke

She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone"

I respond back, "When you coming home?"

She respond back, "I was in my zone"

The money counter on, the money counter on

Uh, hold up, what you talking 'bout? Come here

Girl, I'm waiting on you, bring that bag home, ooh

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home, daddy waiting for it

Bring that money home

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