Lit Playboi Carti (Ft. Loso Loaded & Lotto Savage)

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Lotto Savage]
Psst, What? (In this bitch, in this bitch)
Yeah
I'm in this bitch with Yung Carti (Carti, bih')
Yeah

[Chorus: Lotto Savage & Playboi Carti]
Check out my neck and wrist (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
I know you can tell that we lit
I know you can tell that we lit (What?)
Look at my neck and my wrist (Loaded)
I got this shit off a lick, uh
Fuckin' my bih', yeah
Fuckin my bih' on my bed, yeah
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit
Everything lit

[Verse 1: Loso Loaded & Playboi Carti]
Walking lick, I'm licking, smelling, and I'm talking bricks
I get that green money
Kyrie Irving, Nike bosses and shit
Brand new Rollie and it's two-tone, ain't rocking that, I'm rocking VLONE
Me and Carti pulling up and we smash it
Louis luggage, I don't need extra baggage
Family time, bitch, I'm up on my fashion
Gucci, Alexander McQueen on the glasses
Balling on a nigga, yeah, I feel likе I'm Magic, yeah (Ballin', ballin')
Yeah, fuckin' thesе hoes, yeah, I be dancin'
Diamonds they always be dancin'
Bitches they always be dancin' (Ayy)
Diamonds they always be prancin'
Fucked a lil' bih' in my mansion (Uh, what?)
Fuckin' that bih' in my mansion
Ooh, I'm takin' advantage
Ooh, yeah, kickin' her out
Ooh, she havin' a tantrum (Buh)
Kickin' her out, yeah, she havin' a tantrum, yeah