[Intro]
(Slatt)
Check it out (Slatt)
Carti (Slatt)
(Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)
Hold up
2900, nigga (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump ’em (Woo, woo)
My money gon’ fuck ’em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That’s too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It’s too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It’s me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I’m a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I’m a fashion killer (Buh-buh)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, I’m at the stage, ’bout to dive in
But I got all these diamonds
‘Bout to smoke exotic, yeah
Got a bitch from the island, yeah
‘Bout to put her on a private, yeah
That bitch gon’ fuck, yeah
Just put her on Molly, yeah
I’m on that lean, yeah (Lean)
Got a lean diet, yeah, yeah
New Hermès, hold up, yeah
I just bought it, hold up, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
What’s your bitch name? Yeah
What’s the color? Yeah
Ride ’round, bitch, yeah
Now what’s the color? Hold up[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump ’em (Woo, woo)
My money gon’ fuck ’em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That’s too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It’s too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It’s me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I’m a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I’m a fashion killer (Buh-buh)
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I’ma fuck your bitch, yeah
Yeah, slatt, we even, hold up (What?)
You fuckin’ with a demon, hold up, uh
You firing demon, hold up, yeah
I don’t ride Demons, hold up, yeah
Only ride foreigns, hold up, yeah
That’s a new ‘Rari, hold up, yeah
Your coupe borin’, hold up, yeah
AP two-tone, bitch, yeah
You know me, hold up, yeah
I gotta ball on a ho, yeah
On my sleeve, hold up (What?)
Tatted up, lil’ bitch, yeah
What I need, hold up (Yeah)
Throw that cash, lil’ bitch (Yeah)
‘Til I bleed[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Key Glock]
That chopper dump ’em (Woo, woo)
My money gon’ fuck ’em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That’s too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah (Gang)
It’s too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It’s me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) (Gang)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)
I’m a fashion killer (Slatt, 29) (Yeah)
I’m a fashion killer (Buh-buh)
[Verse 3: Key Glock]
Yeah, yeah, bitch I’m a fashion killer
Watch me take your ho and drill her
Money long, short temper
Ice on, make you shiver
I’m stone cold, get ’em froze like December
With my bro, Cash Carti, that’s my nigga
If you play, get it wrong, we go gorilla
Pull up with them things and [?] flip you
With the pistols, or the…[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Key Glock]
That chopper dump ’em (Woo, woo) (Yeah!)
My money gon’ fuck ’em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That’s too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah (Gang)
It’s too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It’s me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) (Gang)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)
I’m a fashion killer (Slatt, 29) (Yeah)
I’m a fashion killer (Buh-buh)[Verse 4: Playboi Carti]
Half of my young niggas they stay tweaking, yeah
Pull up to your spot and I start geeking, hol’ up
Man we killed that boy cause he was tweaking
And I fucked this ho, when you leaving, hol’ up
Bitch been paid
Skeleton AP, that’s a real cage
I just poured a deuce in the minute maid
Big slime bitch, yeah been flame[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump ’em (Woo, woo) (Yeah!)
My money gon’ fuck ’em (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That’s too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah (Gang)
It’s too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It’s me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) (Gang)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)
I’m a fashion killer (Slatt, 29) (Yeah)
I’m a fashion killer (Buh-buh)