Tryna Be Me lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch
I just want some sex, I just, I just, I just want some sex, honestly
You know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in LA (Cash Carti)
I might be in Toronto next week
I'm all over the place, b*tch
Ayy, Cash Carti (Yeah)
I'm on my different sh*t
I can't trust these b*tches 'cause these b*tches ain't sh*t (b*tches ain't sh*t)
All that
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Moneybags (I can't serve you)
Young n*ggas tryna be me, ayy
Young n*ggas tryna be me

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch, I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these n*ggas, I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I told that b*tch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy
Bust that pus*y down and I pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ayy, I can't serve you, I can't serve you, you was on the corner trippin'
I can't serve you, my young n*ggas on the come-up, ayy
Alexander McQueen, boy, I tuck it in my vest
Yung Carti been ballin', b*tch, nothin' but net
Bad b*tch she came over, she came, yeah
Bad b*tch she came over, gave a young n*gga neck (I got it)
Took his b*tch to my crib, yeah, that ho so impressed
And I start pourin', and I start pourin'
Then I start pourin', that b*tch started to undress
And you know this ice, and you know this ice
Boy, you know this ice around my neck, I don't wanna speak
Boy, you know I keep a f*cking Tec, boy, talk is cheap
Boy, I keep that on the seat, foreign drive-by, sheesh
Now them boys hatin', boy, I don't f*ck with pus*y boys
Ayy (Yeah), ayy, ayy, ayy
Probably catch me in a foreign, goin' to where the money goin'

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch, I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these n*ggas, I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I told that b*tch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy
I bust that pus*y down and I pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Ayy, ayy
We never see these pus*y hoes, only see these checks
Say you getting stacks, but most of your Gs in debt
I see your b*tch checking out your clothes
And I don't think she's impressed
Oh, what this tee right here?
Nah, they ain't released this yet
But that's a mad ting right here
I'm killing these n*ggas bring some flowers
Nah this ain't a regular pack
I'm smoking some different powers
n*ggas in that cellular antics
You working with some different powers
Put your girl in a single mattress
On my di*k for hours
I told her wait, one sec get off me
Your hands are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly
f*ck this bullsh*t, let's get back to the money scheme
Feel like I'ma die soon, man I keep getting funny dreams
Told your baby mama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please
That's my n*gga with the dreads and the dungarees
Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs
Got n*ggas buzzin' like some bumble bees
They never trouble me, nah
I ain't worried bout no b*tch
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I ain't worried 'bout no b*tch, I just want some sex
I ain't worried 'bout these n*ggas, I just need a check, ayy
My baby mama say I'm up, I told that b*tch I'm next, ayy
Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy
I bust that pus*y down and I pass it to my brother, ayy
Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap
Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
It was the other day, it was the other day
It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah
I ain't worried, yeah yeah. hold on
(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back
Front porch with straps, you ain't from the f*cking trap)