[Intro:]
Cartier
Sir Cartier
[Verse 1:]
Slowed up, I'm f**ed up
Off that two cup sensation
I'm racing, in my mind (skrt)
Tokyo drift, aye Tokyo pimp
I'm talking to steez, i'm talking to limp
These hoes on my dick
Snort white powder, clam chowder with the b**h
(Gotcha b**h)
Made my block proud but I still can't trust em
Gotcha baby mama on hold like f** it
Let me take a stroll told my home boy to tuck it
Seen a p**y n***a then my n***as started bustin
(Gunshots)
[Chorus:]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think i'm the man
10 for a verse, I don't say nothing
Smokin' on this kush, word to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
[Verse 2:]
Pimp game I got pimp game
Watch me switch lanes in that new thing
Got a bopper b**h wit a p**y ring
She like to hold the work for Yung Carti
I just throw it all in my apartment
Thirsty b**h be quiet (x2)
n***a's tryna be Yung Carti
Mad cuz I gave yo b**h molly
n***a I ain't spot yo guap
Throw stacks in the back she don't mind
Hit a n***a in his brain leave him clueless
Real n***a out here I do this
I'm the rudest, should be the shooter
I got hoes, that's your hoe, yeah she know
Every I go, they know (they know)
Cartier rich n***a on the low (x2)
I don't ever see a day that I'm poor
I got b**hes, ask your hoe, yeah she know
f** all these n***as man
We don't give a f** about nobody n***a
[Chorus x2]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think i'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)
(Gunshots)
[Chorus x2]
Aye, Monkeys on my draws
She think i'm the man
10 for a verse, hours ain't a thing
Smokin' on this kush, work to my man
Splurt on my swag, shout out to Japan (Carti)