Playboi Carti

Songwriter: Playboi Carti

Producer: Maaly Raw

[Intro]
(That be Maaly Raw)

[Verse 1]
Crack money, I serve crack junkies
I got money comin', I got slugs comin'
I got bitches comin', I got money on me
I got hunnids' on me, keep a hundred on me
Keep them hundreds comin'
Keep them bitches comin'
Keep them opps runnin'
I just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I got thotties with me, I got slutties with me
I'm on the southside, I got two nines
I fucked two hoes, cause I'm too fine
I got hoes yeah, asked the hoes yeah
I change clothes, yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes
She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
Bad bitch got a case yeah
I wanna give it to her, but I can't give it all yeah
I can't even see these bitches, I can't even stall with you
I get the money, I get the money in here
I got the cash on me, Bugs Bunny
Shawty fuckin' on me, yeah she love me
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie
Hoes be starving yeah, hold up
I'm so fly, like a martian
I take off on these bitches, I be-
I take off on these bitches, I'm on go
These bitches be costin' hoes, they costin'
Yeah, nigga flossin

[Verse 2]
Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more
Ice on me, I don't even know
Different slatts, every day
Yeah, different bitches, different place
I put it all in her face, then we go on vacay
I'm gon' do this every day
I'm gon nut, in her face
Shawty better not be fake
Cause a nigga keep a K
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money, A1, these bitches A1
These bitches do not care
Bitches everywhere, hold up pussy nigga
You want smoke we smoke you, (Smoke you, smoke you, hol' up)
Big truck, I'ma slime a killer
I'm here with a ten nigga, give a fuck 'bout a victim
Give a fuck 'bout them niggas
I'm the enemy, I know I'm me
That bitch on me yeah, like vaseline
Hold up, hold up, why you checkin' on it
I got bitches up on me, that be flirting with me
I'm so fly, like a motherfuckin' pidgeon homie
I'm in New York wit them niggas that's countin' digits homie
Run it up like a scammer, my niggas keep a hammer
We can fuck right now
Numbers don't lie, bitch
I'm in New York with a killer, I'm in New York
Got a bitch right now, she [?]
Got a bitch right now she waiting on me
Got money on the floor, young nigga
Play with the money, yeah
Thousand checks, we got cash, we gon' flex
Fuck these niggas hold up, out bad
You want smoke with me and my nigga, lets go
Nigga we smoke for cash, yeah
I got these hoes they waiting on me, waiting to suck
I get the cash, I get the cash for sure
Let's get it, let's get it slime
I'ma turn up for these niggas, just for the one time
We got guns, got guns, young nigga gon' show em' something
I'm with one, yeah yeah, gotta show 'em some
Guns on guns on guns, on guns
Cash, on cash, uh huh
Me and my nigga we breakin' it down, huh
Me and my niggas gon shoot em both
Fuck these niggas, ain't talking 'bout nun
They don't want no war
We gon put a nigga on a T-Shirt, we don't give a fuck 'bout nun
We gon' shoot out your eyes first, don't give a fuck 'bout your gun
I got a K on me, I'm with an opp, yeah
I'ma count up, huh, huh
We gon crash, we got MACs
Servin' bitches, with the packs
Uh huh, uh huh, turn up for me
Turn up for me, diamonds, styrofoam
Double cup, double cup, yeah
Double cup love, shawty wanna fuck on drugs
Double cup love, shawty wanna fuck my drugs
I'm in love, I'm in love with drugs now, I'm in love, hol' up
I'm sluggin' me and my nigga we thuggin'
I'ma fuck these hoes, shawty want-
Hold up, I can't fuck these hoes forever
I gotta get this money, I'm too clever
All white Dior sweater, yeah, hol' up
I'm gon' pull up, change the weather
Got bitches everywhere, got cash everywhere
These bitches everywhere, these bitches gotta stare
These bitches everywhere, tryna fuck, okay yeah
Tryna fuck on bags, yeah, poppin' tags yeah
I'm on a Perc for sure, I'm on that lean, yeah
Tryna take me out, [?]
Hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna fuck these bitches, she gotta be mine
Hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna fuck these bitches, she gotta be mine

[Verse 3]
I wanna meet your hoe, I wanna take her out
She gotta suck my dick, she wanna eat me up
Uh uh, yeah, uh uh
Uh uh, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Shawty gon' fuck on me, cause nigga got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spend no cash on no thot, I'ma trap these bitches, no plot
Your bitch get smoked like an opp
We don't give a fuck 'bout nun, they cops
I'ma shoot till the motherfucker drop
Pour up the motherfuckin' drop
Got hoes, on go, for days, hell yeah
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh
Bitches suck me, yeah, yeah, huh
Fuck the bands up, I'ma fuck the bitch up
Shawty wanna fuck me, yeah
I don't give a fuck
Nigga want smoke for days, we got plays on plays
Put an opp on a plate, I'ma put the bitch on a play
I'm high, nigga in the A
I'm in the streets, okay
I'm on the block, ooh
I want nun' of these hoes
Crack, crack, crack, I got crack money
Crack money, we serve crack money
Crack money, yeah, you a crack junkie
We got blocks, you can't get a block from me
Hold up, I just hit this bitch she fuckin' up my pants
Balmain jeans, they ain't even come out yet
I just fucked this bitch, ain't gave no respect
Hoe gon' get it in, she gon'-
Louboutin's bleeding on the floor
I been flexing since a freshman, I got bitches tryna fuck
White tee, get stuck with it
Got a gun, hold up, hold up, you better run, hold up
My slatts shoot for fun, we want funds
Ride the money truck, hold up
And we aiming at the dubs, hold up
Pussy ass nigga ain't keeping a hundred
Prolly gotta kill that hoe, I'm on the block with a stick right now
Prolly gonna kill that hoe
I got a stick on me, yeah, nigga got a K for sure
Crack money, I serve junkies, yeah
You a clout nigga, I pull up with a stick, and kill clout niggas

[Verse 4]
You don't want that smoke with me, I'm a killer
Niggas afraid of young Carti, cause Im cute
I been hitting bitches, pull my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money so we 'bout to fuck the streets up
We don't give a fuck, yeah my niggas they stay geeked up
We don't need these hoes, we gon' keep that heat up
I'm gon smoke when I get cold
Slime that nigga in the snow
I'm loving bitches coast to coast hold up
I make that bitch touch her toes, hold up
I got bloody with me, I got a slutty with me
I got a thotty with me, I got my cousins with me
I got some bricks comin', I got some white hoes
That cocaine money, I got crack, crack, crack
I got trap money, I serve trap junkies
We got muddy homie, we got money homie
Ye' ain't the only one, you ain't the only one
Only one, yeah
Balmain jeans she fucked 'em up
I'ma fuck that bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on it
Got bags on me don't give a fuck about none of these opps
I smoke a nigga right now, hop in the wagon
Yeah I have it, it's a long time, yeah

Jordan Terrell Carter (born September 13, 1995), popularly known as Playboi Carti, is an American recording artist from Atlanta, Georgia.

Carti began his music career in 2011 as Sir Cartier—a twist on his last name, but also indicative of a growing interest in fashion and luxury brands. He changed his artist name to Playboi Carti in May 2013 and joined Awful Records. The production behind most of Carti’s earliest works was handled by Awful’s Ethereal, who would help him garner a local following. Carti would frequently collaborate with his cousin and fellow Zone 3 rapper UnoTheActivist on songs such as “Whole Thang” and “Every Since.”

After graduating from North Springs High School in 2014, Carti moved to New York where he would become acquainted with A$AP Rocky and later affiliated with Rocky’s creative agency, AWGE. A month later, Carti released singles “Broke Boi” and “Fetti,” respectively, which proved to be viral hits among the underground rap scene. On September 10, 2016, Rocky announced at a show that Carti had signed to Interscope Records.

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