[Verse 1]
I know you heard all about me
See me on TV, Instagram, b**h I'm poppin'
Cash Carti, Cash Carti, my lane, no stoppin'
n***as sneak diss and they tryna plot me
f** em, f** em, find they hoes and f** em
f** em, f** em, find they hoes and f**
f** 'em then dump 'em then dump 'em
I don't give no f**s yeah
Feel like Donald Trump now
I don't give a f** yeah
[Hook]
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
[Verse 2]
Pump fake
f** that b**h, I pa** her to my broady yeah
Pump fake
f** her then I pa** her to my broady yeah
Pump fake
I don't need no b**h, I got another one
Pump fake
I don't give a f** I got another one
Uh-uh-uh-uh
With my n***as off the Xans
We up at Follies throwin' bands
And all my n***as bout they actions yeah
f**in what you talkin' bout?
That twin 100 n***as bop
Green flax in a f**in' pouch
n***as know what we f**in' bout
Ya-ya-ya-ya, all these n***as wanna bite my swag
Ya-ya-ya-ya, your b**h, she bought the sh**
Ya-ya-ya-ya, she don't talk, she like ya-ya pimp
Young Carti that f**in' pimp
b**h I walk with a f**in' limp
Rest in peace Pimp C my n***a
Rest in peace Pimp C my n***a
Young Cash Carti is that young n***a, is that young n***a
Shakes and shoppin' sprees n***a
Up in f**in' London n***a
Up in f**in' Paris n***a
2 cups I ain't sharin' n***a
Oh, I need a bag
I need a b**h with an a**
No attitude, just smash out
Young Carti that n***a
Steal my swag, steal my swag
Swag surfin' on the track
Hold up, let me get that band, ohh
[Hook]
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
[Verse 3]
Hold up, b**hes on my dick
For what, for what?
n***as wanna see me dead
Nig for what?
I got clout, I got clout
Hoes tryna give me mouth
Boy I pull them triggers out
We don't really run our mouth
I'm from Zone 3, Zone 3
13, skate town, with the bling
You know how I'm comin' b**h
Oh-ah
Know how I'm comin' b**h
Pull them dirty sticks
And we movin' dirty sticks
With the sh**
Cash Carti got a bag
Got a Louis bag but I put some Gucci in that bag
n***a f** what you talkin' bout
All that sh** you got
Young Carti been copped a big hat, n***a I'm hot
n***a I'm hot
Young, hot, but I'm cool yeah
Bad b**h, she a fool yeah
Cash Carti, I cool y'all
But all my n***as, they booyah
n***as yellin' like booyah
Hop in the bank like booyah
Hop in the ships like booyah
Hop in sets like booyah
[Hook]
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, ooh
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah
Pump fake, pump fake, pump fake, yeah