Carta - Flow (Prod. Chase N Dough) lyrics

[Hook: Carta] x2 She ask me why I smoke… Say you don't need to know Just know I got the dough And know that sh** gon flow [Verse 1: Carta] She ask me why I smoke. Say you don't need to know See I'm falling off a cliff, and I blow this sh** so I can float And I'm probably with your b**h and we rollin' thick, yea f**in' stokes b**h I'm Marley, with the smoke. Pop a molly, down her throat Now it's back to the basics Trappin' for ages Wrapped in the cases Packed in the basement Need the weed the seeds Feed my need for trees And eventually Find my inner peace (Woo. Ha.) Find the enemy, line em' in the breeze (Woo. Ha.) All gold and its shinin' when I speak That sour pack, pack a mean punch I smoke to eat, I don't need lunch Lets have a feast, n***a King Tut Egyptian freak, tell her bring blunts Never change for no ho You get what you came fo' Spend cash, so I get a** So I get what I paid fo' I said f** school, skip cla** Smoke weed. Flip bags In consequence, I made quick cash Like my ambitions off fifth ave SAKS fifth. Six bands Seven grams of that piff man Ya'll n***as smoke lil 1/8ths I'll face nine now im on ten [Hook] x2 She ask me why I smoke… Say you don't need to know Just know I got the dough And know that sh** gon flow [Verse 2: Carta] Got the pa**ion of a rapping n***a Never lackin' just stackin' n***a Keep a bad b**h like a pageant n***a Call it casting, women dancing And I smash it… then I pa** it Now you asking.. why your b**h absent She wit me, like she ditched cla**es Frequently, rolling leaf She on my team, like an expansion That sh** that they be posting, be bullsh** and you know it Blog n***as be hyped up, they pussies filled w/ emotion Rookie n***as need coaching Wifin' hoes, no sense They bite the flow, no rinse Dry dick, you need lotion I'll walk in yo' sh**, Talk to yo' b**h Get her wet, f**in' ocean On a jet, ‘cuz im f**ing smoking Got green like I f** with Nostra Got lean, where my f**ing coaster Obscene, motorboat her No bed, do it on the sofa Don't trust a b**h, they'll f** you over Flame gang, at cha head Flame gang, ‘til I'm dead And its going up, so I'm countin stares(stairs) Off a bean, I'm so prepared [Hook] x2 She ask me why I smoke… Say you don't need to know Just know I got the dope And know that sh** gon flow