playboi carti – y3ah! (bugs bunny*) lyrics
i got money coming, i got slatts coming
i got b+tches coming
i got money on me
i got hunnids on me
keep them hundreds on me
keep them hundreds coming
keep them b+tches coming
keep them opps running
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 sl+tties with me
i’m on the southside, i got two nines
i f+cked two hoes ’cause i’m too fine
i got hoes, yeah, after hoes, yeah
i change clothes, yeah, i change clothes, yeah
different clothes, yеah, different tastes, yеah
she wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
bad b+tch got a case, yeah, but i wanted to give it to her, but i can’t give her all, yeah, so i can’t see these b+tch, oh yeah
i can’t even starve with you
i got the money, yeah, i got a money issue, i got a uh, hold up
i got the cash on me, bugs bunny, yeah
shawty f+ckin’ on me, yeah she love me, yeah
i’m cash carti, yeah, i need a barbie, yeah
hoes be starving yeah, hold up
i’m so fly like a martian, yeah
i take off on these b+tches, they be+, hold up
i take off on these b+tches, that sh+t [?], hold up
these b+tches be costin’ hoes, they costin’
yeah, n+gga 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 b+tches, 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 afraid
’cause a n+gga keep a ‘k
money everywhere
b+tches everywhere
these b+tches do not care
b+tches everywhere
hold up p+ssy n+gga
you want smoke, we smoke you (we smoke, we smoke, hol’ up, big truck, big truck)
i’m a slime, i’m a k!ller
i’ma hit ’em with ten, n+gga
give a f+ck ’bout a victim
give a f+ck ’bout them n+ggas
i’m the enemy, i know i’m me
that b+tch on me, yeah, like vaseline
hold up uh, hold up uh, why you checkin’ on it?
i got b+tches up on me, that be flirting with me
i’m so fly, like a motherf+ckin’ pigeon homie
i’m in new york wit them n+ggas countin’ digits homie
run it up like a scammer, my n+ggas keep a hammer
we can f+ck right now
numbers don’t lie, lil b+tch
(uh, yeah)
numbers don’t lie, lil b+tch
got a b+tch right now, she getting high wit me
got a b+tch hiding in the crib, yeah
im with slime we slugging
me and my n+gga we thuggin’
imma f+ck this hoe shawty wanna be mine
i can’t f+ck these hoes forever
i gotta get this money i’m too clever
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