Outchea lyrics

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]
Where the bad hoes from Tokyo with they Bape on and they hair short? (Carti)
But my money long, I don't say sh*t
I just pull up and they escort (Money bags)
f*ck a passport, roll that Kush blunt
Get you higher than before (Kush)
See the whole world with your eyes low and your mouth closed, you speechless (Damn)
She bend it back with no attitude
If this your girl then she creeping (b*tch, damn)
Burn one and she gone (Gone)
Burn two and I'm thrown (Thrown)
Test drive that new whip (Skrrt)
Pull up too high in this b*tch (This b*tch)
These white hoes love this pimp (This pimp)
Their pops say, "Stay from that n*gga"
Ayy, I'm sipping on this tea (This tea), getting lit (Getting lit)
Chiefing on this tree (This tree), getting hit (Getting hit)
f*ck all the cash I spend (f*ck all the cash I spend)
I'm plotting on n*ggas tryna plot on my riches (Ayy)
I'm ducking from the b*tches while I'm chasing these millions (Ayy)
Teenage dreams, n*gga, hold on my feelings (Carti)
Fast life b*tch, Nascar chilling

[Chorus: $ir Cartier]
Catch me with my clique with a 40 and a knit
With a Canon on record 'cause I'm doin' this sh*t
Ayy, doin' this sh*t
Outchea straight doing this sh*t (Damn)
Catch me with my clique with a 30 and a knit
With a Canon on record 'cause I'm doin' this sh*t
Ayy, doin' this sh*t
Outchea (Damn), straight doing this sh*t
[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]
678 (Ayy)
Shrimp on my plate but the bread on the way (Ayy)
Freshly baked, I've been waiting all day
Now the clouds all gray from blowing this haze (Ayy, ayy)
n*ggas gon' hate, that's cool with me
I'm a flossy n*gga
'Cause talk is cheap and you a salty n*gga
I can smell you, B
It's Cartier, you can't f*ck with me
Check my wrist, bruh, like, what time it be?