(Playboi Carti)
My masks is Ralph Simmons
Play with that cash
Young n*gga got cash in it
Big Slatt, big mouth, yea
Walk ‘round with the bag in it
Carti got a b*tch all in it
Holding my slime we lit
Whole lotta' bank lil' fifties
Whole lotta' bag lets get it
I'm in that b*tch with the bleed
I'mma let a mo’f*cker hang out
You ain’t like the cut, the hang out
Lay yo’ ass down when you hang out
Stupid lil’ b*tch gone back down
Got my dog with me, i ain’t get down
Turn the beat down you ain’t like it
Handle my dough you ain’t like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself i ain’t got goon
Smoke big gas (yea)
Smell like perfume (yea , yea)
I know the hoe in cleveland (yea)
I f*ck with her and she bleeding
Shawty a demon (yea yuh)
Carti a demon (yea yuh)
Carti a demon, yea, i guess
She stealing some lean