[Intro: Playboi Carti & RX PESO]
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa)
Peso
[Chorus: RX PESO]
All she gotta do is call (Woah)
All we love to do is ball (Woah)
She know it's money over all (Woah)
That codeine got me goin' hard (Woah)
If she don't call I'll start withdrawin' (Woah)
If she don't call I'll start withdrawin' (Woah)
If it ain't 'bout the money it's annoying (Woah)
I gotta keep that shit on me, she know it (Woah, uh)
[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah (Phew, yeah, got these)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, pew-pew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Got these hoes, they workin' and poppin', hold on (Work in palace, woah)
I was tryna be lowkey but then they spotted me, hold on (Whoa)
Hop in the back of the coupe (Oh)
Yeah, that bitch gon' top me, hold on (Yeah, yeah)
That 'Rari go motherfuckin' zoom, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch can't stop me, hold on (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hold up)
Got these hoes rollin' Backwoods (Hold up, hold up, phew-phew-beep)
We smoke that gas and I don't feel good (Smoke, yeah)
Gotta drop that pack off in my boy's hood (Woah, let's get it, hold up)
I don't rap that cap (Woah)
I won't rap that snitchin' (Yeah)
And I'll pull up with it, yeah (Yeah)
That's right in traffic, hold on (Yeah)
You talk too much, yeah (Yeah)
We gon' pull them gats, yeah (Yeah)
You gon' lose your wig (Yeah, yeah)
What you know about that?
Slatt, hold on, slatt
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Whoa)
Peso
[Chorus: RX PESO]
All she gotta do is call (Woah)
All we love to do is ball (Woah)
She know it's money over all (Woah)
That codeine got me goin' hard (Woah)
If she don't call I'll start withdrawin' (Woah)
If she don't call I'll start withdrawin' (Woah)
If it ain't 'bout the money it's annoying (Woah)
I gotta keep that shit on me, she know it (Woah, uh)
[Interlude: Playboi Carti]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah, woah)
Woah, woah, woah, yeah, yeah (Phew, yeah, got these)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, pew-pew)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Got these hoes, they workin' and poppin', hold on (Work in palace, woah)
I was tryna be lowkey but then they spotted me, hold on (Whoa)
Hop in the back of the coupe (Oh)
Yeah, that bitch gon' top me, hold on (Yeah, yeah)
That 'Rari go motherfuckin' zoom, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch can't stop me, hold on (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hold up)
Got these hoes rollin' Backwoods (Hold up, hold up, phew-phew-beep)
We smoke that gas and I don't feel good (Smoke, yeah)
Gotta drop that pack off in my boy's hood (Woah, let's get it, hold up)
I don't rap that cap (Woah)
I won't rap that snitchin' (Yeah)
And I'll pull up with it, yeah (Yeah)
That's right in traffic, hold on (Yeah)
You talk too much, yeah (Yeah)
We gon' pull them gats, yeah (Yeah)
You gon' lose your wig (Yeah, yeah)
What you know about that?
Slatt, hold on, slatt
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