London Town lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Hey)
Woah-oh, woah-oh
Woah-oh, woah-oh
(Hey D33J)

[Chorus: Cheb Rabi]
Now I make it rain in the club with a pension
I was freaking b*tches and b*tches, they best friends
Now I ride around in a Benz with extensions
Getting head, I'm high as hell, I need a minute

[Post-Chorus: A$AP NAST]
Fifty on my wrist, fifty on a pendant
Geeked up on a flight, I f*cked the flight attendant
My drip was so clean, that b*tch, you couldn't resist it
Land in London town, I'm blowing all my spending (Blow it, blow it)

[Verse 1: A$AP NAST]
Yeah, I got all these hitter like I'm 'posed to (Blow it, blow it), yeah
Yo' b*tch wanna put me on a poster (Blow it, blow it), yeah
I got all this money like I'm 'posed to, yeah
Yeah, bad chick, yeah, smash it, hoo
Coast sh*t, uh, yeah, b*tch check, uh
Get yo' b*tch snatched, uh
n*gga, I'm lit, yeah
n*gga, I'm big sh*t, yeah
Pull up with a big stick, yeah
Hop out that clean whip, uh
Lookin' like spaceship, uh
I'm with the team, b*tch, uh
Definitely like Ian, uh
All of my diamonds on bling, yeah
All my diamonds on bling, yeah
f*ck a bad b*tch in the East, yeah
Oh, you rockin' Cold I'm the king, yeah
n*ggas wanna run up like me, yeah
[Chorus: Cheb Rabi & Playboi Carti]
Now I make it rain in the club with a pension (Eh)
I was freaking b*tches and b*tches, they best friends (Yeah)
Now I ride around in a Benz with extensions (Woah)
Getting head, I'm high as hell I need a minute (Yeah)

[Post-Chorus: A$AP NAST & Playboi Carti]
Fifty on my wrist, fifty on a pendant (Yeah, yeah)
Geeked up on a flight, I f*cked the flight attendant (Yeah, yeah)
My drip was so clean, that b*tch, you couldn't resist it (Yeah)
I'm in London town, I'm blowing all my spending (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Oh, oh, oh, I'ma do 'em bad
Yeah, oh, baby, I'ma do 'em bad
Uh-huh, yeah, I'ma count these racks
Uh-huh, yeah, I bought the Wraith, uh (Hey)
Put a scope up on a motherf*cking glick right now, yeah, uh
So high I barely give a f*ck right now (Yeah, yeah)
Big ass gun out the window, told my boy "Put that down" (Yeah, yeah)
And we gonna take out the OG's, yeah, we got to take them out
And we 'bout to take out the police, yeah we got to take 'em out (Yeah, yeah), yeah
Big ass VVS on my teeth b*tch, I can't take these out (Yeah-yeah, yeah), yeah
I f*cked the b*tch in the Rolls, I couldn't fly her out (Yeah-yeah, yeah), yeah
I put that b*tch on her toes, she gotta mouth me out (Yeah, Twenty-nine)
f*ck the lil b*tch in the club, yeah (Twenty-nine), put that lil b*tch in Chrome, yeah (Twenty-nine)
And I got a gun in the club (Yeah)
And I go dumb, I'ma dog (VVS)
I f*cked a b*tch wit' a bro, yeah
I cannot trust a lil hoe (VVS)
Shawty want f*ck me, oh (Yeah)
Shawty gotta f*ck with my boy
(Yeah, fifty, I got fifty on me)
With my boy (You wit' a peon)
I'm with my boy
Oh, too many foreigns, looking like tourists (Uh)
Ooh, wow, shawty gon' bother me, I'ma ignore it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, wow, too much money, I look like Floyd
Bite me (Big fifty sh*t)
All this sh*t I could afford (Big racks, move like)
Shawty look like n*ggas f*cked (Pick all ya'll talkin' 'bout me, move like)
Big racks sh*t, top four
Yeah, yeah, get hit—