Rich The Kid - Playboi Carti lyrics

[Hook: Playboi Carti] Money on my dresser Glock with compressor I don't want no pressure These n***as too extra I come with the extra I won't talk, won't text ya f** yo b**h, won't text I want top, no s** Ridin' on top, no flex Blue hunnids, I catch up Blue hunnids, who racked up? I'm running them racks up You finally catch up I'm tatted don't give no f** I'm picking out karats, ya Them prices we tear it up [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] With gang and I air it out With slime and I bang it up We banging, no weighing up It's red and we pour it up My diamonds they glowing up She waiting, she wanna f** Be patient, I'm counting up Be patient, I'm whipping up I touch-- aye I touch thots you can't touch I touch guap you can't touch I touch thots you can't touch I touch-- what I touch guap you can't touch Syrup in town, I just touched Still po' drop-- Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked [Hook: Playboi Carti] Money on my dresser Glock with compressor I don't want no pressure These n***as too extra I come with the extra I won't talk, won't text ya f** yo b**h, won't text I want top, no s** Ridin' on top, no flex Blue hunnids, I catch up Blue hunnids, who racked up? I'm running them racks up You finally catch up I'm tatted don't give no f** I'm picking out karats, ya Them prices we tear it up [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Riding on top I flex I get the money mo' checks Cash Carti crash the Rarri b**h she f**ing on the molly She give me top in that coupe Riding round with the extra 50k on the necklace I cum on that trick with no text Bought some more chains, I'm flexin' Don't f** with you n***as, I'm counting my blessings The sniper it come with compress Walk in the mall and flex like a ref Got out of jail bought a rolex You n***as still flexin' like Bowflex I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo She jump on the dick like a kangaroo [Hook: Playboi Carti] Money on my dresser Glock with compressor I don't want no pressure These n***as too extra I come with the extra I won't talk, won't text ya f** yo b**h, won't text I want top, no s** Ridin' on top, no flex Blue hunnids, I catch up Blue hunnids, who racked up? I'm running them racks up You finally catch up I'm tatted don't give no f** I'm picking out karats, ya Them prices we tear it up