Booty Bandit - Shopping cart v2 lyrics

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Booty Bandit - Shopping cart v2 lyrics

Intro We the motherf**ing best n***a Ace Hood It's Over, Future [Bridge:] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating TURN UP [Hook:] I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart [Verse 1:] OK, n***as be hating I'm rich as a b**h One hundred K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred dollars spent that on your b**h You and your model put that on my list Oh there he go in that Foreign again k**ing the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow a choke Hit her and go, I won't call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whipping some sh** with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't hardly afford it Forty two hundred my mortgage Balling on n***as like Kobe f** all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Repping my city I'm running my state Give me a pistol then run with the K's n***as want beef then I visit your place Bang! [Bridge] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating TURN UP [Hook] I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart [Verse 2:] > Yeah, and I'm at it again There go the flow bringing tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent n***as is sweet bring them cavities in Counting money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins n***as is squares, cabin and pens Neck full of Gold Olympian sh** n***as is blowing their checks on the gear Fall on some p**y then hop on the leer Shot with them choppers back of the rear Sak Pase them k**ers is here Woke up early morning, mind is telling me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire n***a no rumor Living my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real n***as only enjoying the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves Bang [Bridge] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating TURN UP [Hook] I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart Verse 3 Photographs of dope boys Is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce Is why they hating push a bu*ton on these broke boys It's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she living carefree That's why I hustle for the half a Ki that's 12 G's > I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league > Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet Left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood We hella Trill Yeah [Bridge] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating TURN UP [Hook] I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart I woke up in a shopping cart