Terror Shit Playboi Carti

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[Intro: $ir Cartier]
Oh, that's that nigga Zee
D beatz, bitch
Damn, uh
Look at all these diamonds (Carti), bad girls
Bitches, uh (Carti)

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
South girl give me head while a nigga count his bread
And when I leave out this spot, don't let nobody in my crib
I got some shit up in that room (That room)
Some shit they don't assume (Uh-uh)
Some shit that's hard to consume (Bitch)
I don't mean digest by that
Got mid, got loud, got crack
Got pumps, AKs and TECs (Okay)
These hoes haven't seen me flex (No)
Drive around in an all white Lex' (Okay)
Nigga this ain't mine, this my ex (Bitch)
Your new bitch, I guess
Yeah, she still tryna have sex (Fuck her)
Yeah, she still tryna have sex

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Bitches)
And now I sell this dope (All you bitches)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Carti)
And now I count this dough (Cash Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Bitch)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes (Bitch)
And now I count this dough (Carti)
And now I sell this dope (Carti)
Got no time for these hoes
Man, I done gave up on these hoes
And now I count this dough (Fuck all these bitches)
And now I sell this dope
Got no time for these hoes (Ayy)