Playboi Carti - What (Remix) lyrics

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Playboi Carti - What (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Madeintyo] I smoke that gas outta blunt, I get whatever I want I see that a** from the front, I take that b**h out for lunch I put that dick in the gut, shawty you know you a s*ut n***a Uno pulled up, smoking gas out the blunt I mix the Bape with the 'Preme, shawty you know that you mean Lil n***a on the bean, taking one for the team Sizzle fresh with the sauce, Uno, Carti taking off Tokyo I been a boss, never will take a loss (What x2) I smoke that gas out a blunt (What x2) I get whatever she want (What x2) I see that a** from the front Tokyo do what he want, Tokyo do what he want! (What x2) I smoke that gas out a blunt (What x2) I get whatever she want (What x2) I see that a** from the front [Verse 2: Lil Yachty (Lil Boat)] Lil Boat! Woah! Damn, yeah, yeah, yeah, Lil Boat! V8 my motor, don't talk to me vulgar, my b**h she do coke and she can't [?] Was sagging my pants just like you think a felon would f** up that f** up, I f** it up well Young youth slayer, check me out on Fader, posing for the b**hes, I got many riches Who said Boat was broke? Hell nah, what? I'm a sore broker Catch me off of strokers, molly drank dropping, my b**h Cathy Katherine Black dick gobbling, I'm a real n***a Lack Hilfiger, but I love my n***as, diamonds for my n***as Yeah, yeah, yeah What? Wrist, wrist, wrist, what? I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, like what? I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, n***a what? n***a try Boat, thirty at his nose, b**h it ain't a joke QC til' I'm dead, diamonds on his head, he gon' end up dead Now his Ma'ma like-- [Hook: Playboi Carti] (What X8)(Cozy Boyz) Hoe you talk to much, f** my money up Can't f** money up, Lets f** some money up (What X8) Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust Come over to f**, Hoe I'm like what's up (What X8) Money counting up, Hoe come count it up I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to f** (What X8) Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks f** a stripper hoe, I'm like n***a for what [Verse 3: Uno The Activist] (What x2) I don't give a f** Keep that 40 tucked n***a try your luck (What x2) n***a knuck ya buck, desert leave you stuck And that choppa up (What x2) We don't give no f**s, run up in ya crib And tie up your moms (What x2) I don't never sweat, and I gotta weapon Leave a n***a wet (What x2) (Cozy Boys) Leave a n***a neck (What x2) Disrespect my set, I got hella checks, I be sipping Tec (What x2) Hoe you not my hoe, get it through your head, only want the neck (What x2) Choppas with a pointer, why you falling short, call em my report, you call him my reporter (What x2) Audi sitting on forgis, while you sit on porch [Hook: Playboi Carti] Your hoe talk to much, I just wanna bust Come over to f**, Hoe I'm like what's up (What X8) Money counting up, Hoe come count it up I'm going spent this bucks, You gon come to f** (What X8) Up in Follies what, spent a couple bucks f** a stripper hoe, I'm like n***a for what

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