[Intro]
n***as wanna see me dead, damn
I don't give a f** about sh** (at all, at all)
Cash carti
Money bags
[Hook]
I poured a whole fo' up in my f**in' cup
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Thumb through the check, man i can't f** with ya
We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up
Maison Margiela n***a, designer gear
Got like 10 hoes in my f**in' ear
2 condos, I ain't even there
I'm like "f** 12," they can't come in here
[Verse]
I'm f**in' on this b**h like she my main
I be in the trap wearing Wang
40 shots my Glock, make the block go insane
Alexander Wang, im off them pills can't feel this pain
Alexander Wang, i got that thang, that b**h go bang!
I just met this b**h, I swear this b**h just tryna bang
Posted on my side, yea n***a, f** the fame
Yea n***a, money dancing to the bank
Oooooooh
On this syrup, on this syrup, on this lean
I'm on this syrup, i'm on this lean
I be on some other sh**, and god knows that that b**h ain't celibate
p**y n***as hating to get relevant
Money bags, i need that, b**h I need that! (I need that!)
b**h with an a** I need that
Coupe, thats a smash, b**h I need that
Money counter, f** a bank, y'all don't ennnn know ooooohh
Foreign car automatic!
Foreign broad she with the action
Call me Carti n***a, been had it
I wan't in feelings I was born in a match
First we move the stove to the attic
My bloods pull up and get it brackin'
My cuz pull up and get it crackin'
Never pillow talkin', b**h ya lackin'
Pull up to ya spot like "b**h what's happenin? b**h what's happenin?"
I'm pullin out them tools like gogo gatchet
This n***a lacking, diamonds glancin'
Ho just, listen I'm just pimpin'
South Atlanta kick it, with my n***as, with my n***as, yea ya
[Hook]
I poured a whole fo' up in my f**in' cup
Count it up, count it up, count it up
Thumb through the check, man i can't f** with ya
We dressing them bricks, and then we add it up
Maison Margiela n***a, designer gear
Got like 10 hoes in my f**in' ear
2 condos, I ain't even there
I'm like "f** 12," they can't come in here