Playboi Carti Boss Up

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Aye oh

I was brought up different

So my vision different

Yeah, my bitches different

Ridin’ ’round tinted

I can’t fuck with niggas

I go get it nigga

How I live it nigga

I can’t kick it with you

They say that I changed

Went and copped a chain

Went and copped them thangs

Weight all in my name

Fuck me for my fame

Fuck me for the fame

Weight all in my name

Weight all in my name

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

Boss up on these niggas

I be gettin’ rich

I’m just [?]

I just met your bitch

I don’t want that bitch

Why you mad at me?

Cause my flex so bool

And my flex so bool

Teach you how to move

Why my flex on cool

And my chain on cool

You know how I move

You know how we move

Boy this swag school

Let me teach you

I be [?]

Pocket full of shit

And I got a Glock

Boy don’t try no shit

I’m a flatbed

Been with the shits

I’m a hot nigga

So I need a hot bitch

Oh that be your bih?

Oh that be your bih?

She ain’t love with you

And [?]

Yeah, I’m with the shit

My hoe the shit

Fuck her in the whip

Cause I’m lavish

[?]

Pockets filled it

[?]

Smokin’ on jitt got me fucked up

These niggas ’round here you got me fucked up

Open up the trap and then I lift off

And I’m on the block with them shits yeah

Then she give the top, yeah forreal foreal

I just want the guap, yeah foreal foreal

Yeah, yeah

Playboi Carti Flex

[Playboi Carti:]

All of these bitches, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

All of these bitches, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh

Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy

I flex on that boy with the bag, oh

Ice on my neck and my mama like, “Boy

Where you get all of that cash?”

I got the bag, oh, ice on my wrist

Mama like, “Where you get this?”

I got a sad boo, gave her a brick

Then I gave her a lil’ kiss, oh

Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6

But nigga, we fire, we split

I’m takin’ your shit, you college kid, oh

We really be poppin’ shit, oh

I hit a lick, no kid, oh

I had a lick but no bit, oh

She suck me up like a tick, oh

Damn my weed smell like a pick, oh

He do that talk and he simp, oh

Damn that lil’ got a lil’ thick, oh

I told that bitch to come in

I told that bitch to come in

All of these bitches, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

All of these bitches, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh

Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh

Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

All of these niggas, they’re mad, oh

Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy

I flex on that boy with the bag, oh

Ice on my neck and my mama like, “Boy

Where you get all of that cash?”

Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin’ to, nigga? The fuck you think this is? You think ’cause you got a couple dollars you’re a fuckin’ playboy? Nigga you ain’t a fuckin’ playboy, nigga, you ain’t nothin’, nigga. Fuck outta here, Carti, fuck outta here. Don’t call my phone with that shit, my nigga. Real mad, nigga I don’t ever get mad. This nigga trippin’

Is you mad, or what?

Is you mad or what?

[Leven Kali:]

Girl that’s bad for us

Say you mad for once

Said she had enough

Girl that’s bad for us

She came back for once

Yeah it’s probably done

She gon’ back it up

I’m gonna spaz for us

Girl that’s bad for us

Say you mad for once

Said she had enough

Girl that’s bad for us

[Playboi Carti:]

I guess you’re not feelin’ me

Not feelin’ the energy

Baby girl, we can do plan A

Baby girl, we can do plan B, oh

I walk in that bitch, they playin’ my shit

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit

I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss

Mwah, oh, I got that deuce in the coupe

Got a white bitch like YesJulz

All of my niggas, they fool

Look at that boy, look at his jewels

All of my niggas, they’re bool

Lil’ bitch, bleed in the booth

Oh, these niggas, they lookin’ like who

Oh, Cash, Cash, Cash

My outfit just made the front page

Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yah

Oh, your ho gettin’ laid

Yeah, ayy, she might come in late

I heard that your nigga Atlanta

I heard that your nigga Atlanta

I heard that your nigga Atlanta

Yo, might sing on a bitch

Ayy, might sing on this shit

Might sing on a bitch

I might just sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit

Playboi Carti Lean 4 Real

[Playboi Carti:]

Run it up

Count it up

And it go

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

That bag loaded yeah got it out the top

Nickelodeon way I got the slime

The dream of the eight, tax on it

My team tacked, keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

Two nights in a coupe, silly bih lets scoop

Oh yeah, yeah I fucked her by the pool

Oh yeah diamond wetter than your boo

Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

That bad loaded yeah got it out the top

Nickelodeon way I got the slime

The dream of the eight, tax on it

My team tacked, keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Skepta:]

Trust, trust

Know i can’t dap you up, yeah you super sus

Better get used to us, had to get super safe

Had to go birds eye view, used to compute the game

GTA, Niggas is running streets

Niggas is fucking food This is a fucking feast

Man i ain’t throwing peace Im just throw up the Vs

Drink spilling on my shoe, Weed spilling on my seats

Nigga’s is talking grease, please (grease!)

[Playboi Carti:]

I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

Playboi Carti The Omen

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo’ ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, Uh

I can’t share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a dirty mix

I mixed the whole fo’

Gotta keep my ho

She gon’ mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

I’m trappin’ out with my folks

When them cameras gone

Bitch I’m baggin’ up a O

When them cameras gone

Bitch I’m count a whole O

Smashing all your hoes

Pass her to my folks

Trying on some clothes

Designer be my ‘drobe

Marc Jacobs be my coat

She stressin’ on your mind

My dick all in her throat

Ho, go, go, go, Carti

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo’ ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can’t share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo’

Gotta keep a ho

She gon’ mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I’m trappin’ with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo’ ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can’t share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo’

Gotta keep a ho

She gon’ mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I’m trappin’ with my folks

Valentino yellow diamond ropes

Got yo’ ho on go!

Got a ho, cool with all my hoes

They all share my pole, uh

I can’t share no pole

Gotta keep a scope

Gotta keep a cup dirty

Mixed a whole fo’

Gotta keep a ho

She gon’ mix it on the stove

When them cameras gone

Bitch I’m trappin’ with my folks

Playboi Carti We So Proud Of Him

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him

Feel like Pac and them (I’m so proud of him)

Feel like God and them (We so proud of him)

I’m so proud of him, we so proud of him

I’m so proud of him, we so proud of him

Ooh girl look at him, ooh girl look at him (okay)

Ooh girl look at him

You can’t get like him, can’t you dress like him?

You can’t move like him, you can’t do like him

You ain’t real crew then, ooh, how you shoot with them?

How you move with them? How you true to them?

Where the fuck were you like last year?

Yeah we do to them, might shoot at them (pew, pew, pew)

Ooh, get rude with them, oh, you due to them

Who the fuck is them? My bitch partied there

Who invited you? I can’t lie to you?

Yo’ hoe in my ear

I’m inside in her, I’ma slide in her

ICYTWAT, Mexiko, how I started, yeah

Kill ’em with yo’ ad-lib, ooh, yeah yeah yeah

I got lots of bags, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I got lots of cash, yeah, ooh, yeah yeah yeah, ooh

I get on a bitch, eat it up, ooh, for breakfast

I got lots of bitches, on my phone, they from Texas

And we got that tech, from that Texas, so we ready

So I keep that strap, for your bitch, and I’m ready

Give me Becky (and she going), I won’t telly

In my telly, ooh ooh, and she tellin’ (what she tellin’?)

I get bitches, I want sloppy, she got sloppy

Oh my Goddy, that’s a shame, Oh my Goddy

In the lobby, ooh ooh, off the molly, ooh ooh

Hoe we rolling, ooh ooh, don’t try to spot me, ooh ooh

See these diamonds? I feel like Rocky

I’m so cocky, I got thotties

And they ready, and they going, they on go

Don’t call my phone when you see young Carti go (when you see me go)

And you see young Carti go

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

We so proud of him

Playboi Carti Heavy

My iPhone white, and my bitch too

It’s 6-7-8, who the fuck is you?

I’m all about my team, I’m all about this green

Serve a couple fiends, then we clear the scene

Baby buy the lean, your lady off a bean

She laying beside the G, she trying to let me squeeze

True Religion jeans, my Vans say Supreme

Her head game mean, just don’t touch her weave

Fugazi ass niggas think they own shit

I’m trying to tell these niggas, bitch we been did it

Finger fuck the cunt, 10 racks a month

Smoking on this blunt, I ain’t stressing nothing

If a opp pull me over, I’m a rob him up

Or duct tape his mouth, shut that nigga up

They lying about the streets, ain’t seen you on the block

Keep talking like you bout it, we gone have to mob

Leave you boys bloody, you gone need a mop

She gone ride this dick, cause she know what I’m about

I got a pint of lean, Xans by the ounce

I keep this shit live, they say I run the South

They want that old Carti, fuck that old Carti

Bitch I glo’d up, tell my mom that I’m sorry

Bitch I’m in the rari, my lingo retarded

She tweaking off a molly, man come get your shawty

Xannies, Xannies leaning heavy

I can’t stay steady

Kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Xannies, Xannies

Bitch I’m leaning heavy

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Kush coma, kush coma, why you on that reggie?

Playboi Carti Bankroll

DP on the Beat, Greedy Money

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Yeah yeah

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she texted my phone with upset face and I look like yeah

Told that bitch to give me dome

Pass her to my bros like ain’t shit changed and we look like yeah

And I’m smoking on this dough

Taking xans till I can’t feel my face and I look like yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah ayy ayy (Cash Carti)

Pull up, wait, ayy (Cash Carti)

On a date, ayy

Counting cake, ayy

Play with my cake, ayy

Break your face, ayy

Counting cake, ayy (Cash Carti)

Break the bank, ayy

Diamonds flooded, like they sank, ayy

I’ve been pulling up in a tank, ayy (in a tank)

But my money got no limit, ayy (Cash Carti)

And my car don’t got no ceiling, ayy

And my bitch don’t got no limit, ayy

Making that money I’m willing, ayy

Told your bitch I got that money, ayy

Told your bitch I be peeling you, ayy

Drinking that lean out the bottom, ayy

This is not no penicillin, ayy

My credit card got the billions, ayy (Cash Carti)

Your credit card got a limit, ayy

Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy

I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy

Yeah yeah

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah

Told that bitch to give me dome

Pass her to my bros like ain’t shit changed and we look like yeah

And I’m smoking on this dough

Taking xans till I can’t feel my face and I look like yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

[Playboi Carti (Lil Uzi Vert):]

And I always keep the pole (always keep the pole)

And I always keep the pole (always keep the pole)

Everywhere I go I keep the pole I keep the pole (everywhere I go)

Everywhere I go I keep the pole I keep the pole (everywhere I go)

Everywhere I go these bitches know these bitches know (counting all these rolls)

Everywhere I go my bank don’t fold, that bank don’t fold (counting up them rolls)

Counting up them rolls them big bank rolls them big bank rolls (Cash Carti)

Counting up them rolls them big bank rolls them big bank rolls (Cash Carti)

Yeah

Got a bitch with me named Rubi Rose

[?]

I be in my zone

Girl what’s goin’ on

She stuck all in my phone (ayy yeah)

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Yeah yeah

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah

Told that bitch to give me dome

Pass her to my bros like ain’t shit changed and we look like yeah

And I’m smoking on this dough

Taking xans till I can’t feel my face and I look like yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Pull up, wait, ayy (Cash Carti)

On a date, ayy

Counting cake, ayy

Play with my cake, ayy

Break your face, ayy

Counting cake, ayy (Cash Carti)

Break the bank, ayy

[Playboi Carti:]

AK, big

Bitches, big

I be landing squad big I fuck that hoe ‘cause I want to

I fuck them girls ’cause I want to

I fuck them bad ’cause I want to

[Lil Uzi Vert:]

Yeah

Zone zone zone

Drinking that lean out the bottom, ayy

This is not no penicillin, ayy

My credit card got the bennys, ayy (Cash Carti)

Your credit card got a limit, ayy

Big shout out right to my dentist, ayy

I put them diamonds in glaciers, ayy

Yeah yeah

Told that bitch to call my phone

Then she text my phone with upset face and I look like yeah

Told that bitch to give me dome

Pass her to my bros like ain’t shit changed and we look like yeah

And I’m smoking on this dough

Taking xans till I can’t feel my face and I look like yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

Playboi Carti Run It

[Playboi Carti:]

Ya’ll thought a nigga was gone huh?

Now we back here again with another D Nas exclusive

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

[Lil Yachty:]

I get the guap then I flip it, aye

Ice on my wrist sick like syphilis

Nigga mad boat fuck his mistress

India love on my wish list

Sawed off shotty for the bodies

If I see Purpp that’s a homi

That’s on my soul, that’s on God

(Fuck Purpp)

For of my brothers I ride, ride

Run off the wheels on that five

I need that honey that hive

Pull up on em Five Guys

I ain’t talkin’ burgers, fries

I slapped the stack on her thighs

I give a fuck bout the bread

Fuck up that fuck up for pleasure

Box full of jewelry like treasure, Lil Boat!

[Playboi Carti:]

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap, guap, guap

I get the guap and I run it

I get the guap and I run it

Playboi Carti Don’t Tell Nobody

Yeah yah, what the fuck these niggas gotta say to me?

Nah, I don’t give a fuck, I’m gonna keep counting nigga

(Ohh, ohh, ohh!)

Keep counting, doing all this shit, you can hear my jewelry through the muhfuckin mic

Balenciagas, I can’t fuck with nobody, Balenciagas, I can’t fuck with anybody!

Dollas!

Uh, who that is? (Pl-plugs) where you at?

(DJ Lil Keem waddup?)

Ooh, Pipe up, yeah, Ooh, pipe up, pipe up

(HOODRICH!)

Balenciagas, I don’t fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

I brought hoe to the trap but please don’t tell nobody!

Ho don’t tell nobody! ho don’t tell nobody!

Bitch don’t tell nobody! Bitch don’t tell nobody!

I brought a hoe to the trap but please don’t tell nobody!

Ho don’t tell nobody! bitch don’t tell nobody! yeahyeahyeah

Aye, I said fuck the robbing for this rap shit, now I’m in LA fucking on a model bitch

Running with the same gang I been running with

Designing and trapping baby I’m so addicted

Been on the block been moving with it, we motivated motivated boys love to kick it

I spent a show on the shoes, boy I love to kick it

I pay attention, pay attention, pay a fucking ttention

Number 9’s fuck the trues I’m so fucking different, I hang with shooters and killers that just got out of prison

Ooh pipe up, pipe up, I got hella bitches, pipe up, buying flights just to see a nigga, yeah yeah

Balenciagas, I don’t fuck with nobody!

I be in the field ready to pop on anybody

I just wanna bag that, bag that bitch I met at Follies

In a foreign drop top moving with a thottie

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Moving with a thottie trying fuck me for my clouty!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

Bring that hoe upstairs!

I brought hoe to the trap but please don’t tell nobody!

Ho don’t tell nobody! ho don’t tell nobody!

Bitch don’t tell nobody! Bitch don’t tell nobody!

I brought a hoe to the trap but please don’t tell nobody!

Ho don’t tell nobody! bitch don’t tell nobody! yeahyeahyeah

Playboi Carti Smash Pt. 2

Juggin’ and finessin’, fuck that bitch, leave her abandoned

Trap house be abandoned, posted with my bandits

Lame niggas can’t stand me, diamonds on me dancin’

Tell me who the man is, tell me who the man is

Bricks on the floor, cameras in the room

Two cups, styrofoam, bitch I’m on the moon

Keep the chopper on me, when I’m on the move

Money in my trues, and these bitches on me choosin’

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

I been on my shit, you can ask your bitch

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on my dick

All these hoes you wanna fuck, they been on this shit

Word around town, young Carti on his shit

I had to jugg that nigga cause’ he wasn’t with the shits

Niggas talkin’ drugs, he ain’t never seen them bricks

I’m probably in South Fulton keeping that muhfucka lit

Cops come, track meet, we all split

If a nigga get caught, I don’t know shit

I can’t tell a soul, I’m on my own shit

Ya buddy unfamiliar, I don’t know him