Cartis (Remix) King Combs (Ft. Fivio Foreign & NAV)

[Intro]
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)

[Chorus: King Combs]
Ayy, I throw on my Cartis (I throw on my Cartis)
I can't see none of you niggas when I'm in the party (When I'm in the party)
We sippin' on DeLeón, we do not do Bacardi (Do not do Bacardi)
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn't want the Rari (Skrr)

[Post-Chorus: King Combs]
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded (Damn)
I'm rockin' this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy (Fly like Jeff Hardy)
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy (Never)
They askin' me Chris if you fuck with niggas, I tell 'em hardly (I tell 'em hardly)

[Verse 1: NAV]
Diamonds inside of my Cartis, I bring my gun in the party (Brr)
And I'm walkin' with my cash, my right pocket got like 40 (Cash)
You said that girl is your shorty, try to call me I ignored it (Woah)
All of my shells in her mouth, she suckin' slow like a tortoise (Woah)
Stompin' my foot in thе gas, you hear it squeakin' when I turn it (Skrrt)
Evеryday I'm in the shop, I buy some tires just to burn 'em (Yeah)
Lying to my girl cause what she don't know won't hurt her (No)
Gold medal 'round my neck I got it jumpin' over hurdles (Yeah)
Back when shit hit the fan, man, I was right there with you (With you)
Old friends takin' shots cause they ain't part of the picture (No)
But my real friends, got their lives keep getting better and better (Yeah)
Everybody got a watch, and they iced out, I'm tellin' you (Tell)