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playboi carti - cartier lyrics

[intro: playboi carti, lil uzi vert & jaime foxx]
yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
yeah (slatt), yeah (what?), hold up (what?), pour up (what?)
yeah (what?), yeah (slatt, what?), okay (what? slatt, what?)
ayy (what?), slatt (slatt), ayy (yeah, slatt)
ayy (okay), uh (okay), ayy (slatt, slatt)

[chorus: playboi carti]
i’m in this b+tch, yeah (what?)
i’m too lit, uh
i’ma die lit (okay)
i got a ak (what?)
big ass sticks (ak)
you could get hit (bow, bow)
you know that i’m pushin’ up (pushin’ up)
you know that i’m booted up (booted up)
my shawty be booted up (yeah, check it out)
i ride in the tonka truck (talkin’ bout, woo)
these b+tches don’t give a f+ck (let’s go)
they f+ckin’ on cartier (yeah)

[verse 1: playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
my diamonds are cartier
my watches are cartier
she talkin’ bout carti, yeah
i hit up my baby, yeah
i bought her some cartier
yeah, brand new cartier (yeah)
two+tone (h+llo)
yeah, brand new cartier
and i got a rolls+royce
it make the white folks stare
you think i give a f+ck ’bout them?
why the f+ck you think i care?
b+tch, i be everywhere
b+tch, i’m good everywhere
don’t let my chain get under my shirt, that sh+t out everywhere (yeah)
cartier, i got cartier, yeah, everywhere
[chorus: playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
i’m in this b+tch, yeah (what?)
i’m too lit, uh
i’ma die lit (okay)
i got a ak (what?)
big ass sticks (ak, brr)
you could get hit (bow)
you know that i’m pushin’ up (pushin’ up)
you know that i’m booted up (booted up)
my shawty be booted up (yeah, check it out)
i ride in the tonka truck (talkin’ bout, woo)
these b+tches don’t give a f+ck (let’s go)
they f+ckin’ on cartier (yeah)

[verse 2: lil uzi vert & playboi carti]
my diamonds like flashlight
i’m showin’ my ass right (showin’ my ass)
i turned to the bad guy
i smoke out the pack right (what?)
i’m drinkin’ the act’ right (yeah, yeah)
my new b+tch got cat eyes (yeah)
i just be coolin’ right here in the city
i bust on her face and it got on her titty (yeah)
my pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my sh+t’s never empty
i pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (what?)
then ate a banana, you know that i clip it (uh)
i peel that b+tch back and play clean like i’m ricky (uh)
your b+tch, she pulled up to my crib
and she act like she ain’t wanna suck it, persuade her to l!ck it (suck it)
come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
she brought her lil’ friends, so i couldn’t even pick it (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i been on the jet like my name was scott disick
i said i’m in this b+tch, you better run the ballistics
[chorus: playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
i’m in this b+tch, yeah (what?)
i’m too lit, uh
i’ma die lit (okay)
i got a ak (what?)
big ass sticks (ak, brr)
you could get hit (bow)
you know that i’m pushin’ up (pushin’ up)
you know that i’m booted up (booted up)
my shawty be booted up (yeah, check it out)
i ride in the tonka truck (talkin’ bout, woo)
these b+tches don’t give a f+ck (let’s go)
they f+ckin’ on cartier (yeah)

[post+chorus: playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
f+ckin’ on cartier (what?)
they f+ckin’ on cartier (lil uzi)
they f+ckin’ on cartier
f+ckin’ on cartier
they f+ckin’ on cartier
they f+ckin’ on cartier (woo)

[outro: playboi carti & lil uzi vert]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
yeah (slatt), yeah (what?), hold up (what?), pour up (what? yeah)
they f+ckin’ lil carti up (what? yeah, what? yeah)
they f+ckin’ lil uzi, yeah (yeah)
i got that uzi tucked (what? talkin’ ’bout)
yeah, i got that uzi tucked (what? what?)
b+tches ain’t shootin’ us
these n+ggas ain’t doin’ nothin’

- playboi carti lyrics

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