[Intro: Playboi Carti]
That shit so lit
That's what we do, bitch
We shine 'cause I deserve it
(Plugg!)
Check it out
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I grab the Fanta, do it dirty, now I'm swerving (Dirty)
I don't rock no jerseys but I'm balling James Worthy (Worthy)
I just picked up 6 pint from my dude, he stay in Jersey (Jersey)
Might just cop a coupe with no roof, I deserve it (Yeah)
I just looked inside the bag and told the plug, "It's perfect"
Diamonds perfect, got that work in (What?)
Diamonds perfect, yeah, we working
And I swear to God (Swear to God)
Man, I love her, I don't got no friends
I got hella hoes
Sex appeal on Nelly, damn, ooh
Goofy clown, you texting them, ooh
I just step in town
Walk around, I'm flexed, damn
And I'm strapped like a cop, who can test? Yeah
Got these bullets for these opps, let 'em taste 'em
9 on my waist, bitch, no pump faking
And I dress myself, bitch, got no yes man, ooh, yeah
Stupid bitch, I get the money
All of these niggas they talking, they talking
They talking like they getting money, ooh
Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh
I spent the guap like it's nothing, ooh
I fucked your ho out the budget, ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting, ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting, ooh
Diamonds they dripping, they flooded (Flooded)
VVS diamonds so flooded, ooh
And my cup filled with the muddy, ooh, uh, what? What? Yeah
I got these tats on my stomach (stomach, what, man, I got these tats on my stomach, yuh, what, yeah)
Hit that lil bitch in designer (Ooh, uh, ooh, yeah)
New bitch, new, new brick (Yeah)
New bitch summer tan (Ooh)
Birthmark like I'm Yams (Ooh)
You froot loop, toucan (ooh, toucan)
I'm two Glock, one man (Ooh)
I'm two pop 2Pac (Yeah)
I pop, I pop, I pop (What?)
They pop and I pop (Ooh)
You pop and you drop (What? What? What? Ooh)
I pull up the drop (What? What? What? What?)
Yung Carti on top (Yeah, what?)
When I fuck, I don't be on top (What? What? Yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top (What? What? Yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
When I fuck (Ayy, uh)
I don't be on top
When she fuck (Wow, wow)
She just give the top
When she drunk (When she drunk, bitch)
She just like a mop
When she drunk (Ooh, on top, ooh)
We don't really talk (Ooh, on top, don't talk, on top)
She on top, I don't talk (I don't talk, don't talk)
Ho don't talk, just give top (Just give top, on top)
Ho don't talk, ho don't talk (Ho don't talk, ayy)
On top, ayy
(Plugg!)
That shit so lit
That's what we do, bitch
We shine 'cause I deserve it
(Plugg!)
Check it out
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Uh, I grab the Fanta, do it dirty, now I'm swerving (Dirty)
I don't rock no jerseys but I'm balling James Worthy (Worthy)
I just picked up 6 pint from my dude, he stay in Jersey (Jersey)
Might just cop a coupe with no roof, I deserve it (Yeah)
I just looked inside the bag and told the plug, "It's perfect"
Diamonds perfect, got that work in (What?)
Diamonds perfect, yeah, we working
And I swear to God (Swear to God)
Man, I love her, I don't got no friends
I got hella hoes
Sex appeal on Nelly, damn, ooh
Goofy clown, you texting them, ooh
I just step in town
Walk around, I'm flexed, damn
And I'm strapped like a cop, who can test? Yeah
Got these bullets for these opps, let 'em taste 'em
9 on my waist, bitch, no pump faking
And I dress myself, bitch, got no yes man, ooh, yeah
Stupid bitch, I get the money
All of these niggas they talking, they talking
They talking like they getting money, ooh
Count it up Monday through Sunday, ooh
I spent the guap like it's nothing, ooh
I fucked your ho out the budget, ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting, ooh
Run it up, run it up, busting, ooh
Diamonds they dripping, they flooded (Flooded)
VVS diamonds so flooded, ooh
And my cup filled with the muddy, ooh, uh, what? What? Yeah
I got these tats on my stomach (stomach, what, man, I got these tats on my stomach, yuh, what, yeah)
Hit that lil bitch in designer (Ooh, uh, ooh, yeah)
New bitch, new, new brick (Yeah)
New bitch summer tan (Ooh)
Birthmark like I'm Yams (Ooh)
You froot loop, toucan (ooh, toucan)
I'm two Glock, one man (Ooh)
I'm two pop 2Pac (Yeah)
I pop, I pop, I pop (What?)
They pop and I pop (Ooh)
You pop and you drop (What? What? What? Ooh)
I pull up the drop (What? What? What? What?)
Yung Carti on top (Yeah, what?)
When I fuck, I don't be on top (What? What? Yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top (What? What? Yeah)
When she fuck she just give the top
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
Ho come top on me (On top)
When I fuck (Ayy, uh)
I don't be on top
When she fuck (Wow, wow)
She just give the top
When she drunk (When she drunk, bitch)
She just like a mop
When she drunk (Ooh, on top, ooh)
We don't really talk (Ooh, on top, don't talk, on top)
She on top, I don't talk (I don't talk, don't talk)
Ho don't talk, just give top (Just give top, on top)
Ho don't talk, ho don't talk (Ho don't talk, ayy)
On top, ayy
(Plugg!)
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