Celine Playboi Carti

[Chorus]
Molly my bean, molly my bean
Molly my bean, molly my bean
Molly my bean, molly my bean
Molly my bean (Yeah, hol' up)
I'm on that lean, molly my bean
I'm rockin' Celine, molly my bean
Molly my bean, molly my bean

[Verse]
I'm on the lean, I'm on the drank
I'm on the lean, hol' up, I'm on the drank, yeah, yeah
I'm havin' sex, hol' up, yeah, we in a coupe, uh, yeah
I'm finna spend more, yeah, what you gon' do? Oh, yeah
I got that bag, hol' up, yeah, I got that loot, uh, yeah
Dior Chucks, huh, niggas lose, huh
You ain't lose, huh, need me the loot, uh
Bitch we bool, hol' up, never blue, hol' up
And that llama fuck, keep that tuckеd, huh
Fucked a lotta hoes, that's why they shook, uh
Man, keep your ho around from me 'cause I go up, huh
Fuck that bitch in the trap, we go up, huh, yeah
I get that molly, ah, yeah, I got these niggas, they sorry, ooh
Smoke gon' sour, ooh, yeah, smoke that mothefuckin' opp, uh
Hop on the private, ooh, yeah, I ain't even pay for this private, ooh
Fuck your bitch, uh, yeah, she just on her private, ooh, what
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah