Playboi Carti - Pump Fake lyrics

[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