Paper
Dexter
I'm still counting, ayy, ayy, ayy
Nigga, I'm still counting, nigga mad at me
Yeah, I'm still counting
Had to drop that bitch at home, uh (yeah)
She ain't bout it, had to
Uh, uh, I had the Porsche all cloudy, yeah
Ayy, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
She a bad bitch (ayy), a really sloppy bitch (a really sloppy)
Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on
Dirty mix my Styrofoam (yeah), mix my Styrofoam, ayy (mix my Styrofoam)
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy (this is not my ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Dirty mix my Styrofoam, mix my Styrofoam, ayy
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (come get your ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, come get your ho, man (come get your ho, nigga)
Off the Porsche, the Audi
Finesse you out your pockets, bitch we 'bout it, ayy, ayy (okay, okay, Carti)
Only rock designer, smoke exotic, ayy, ayy
Excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private, yeah, huh
Bad bitch gave me head in private, uh, ayy (come here, lil' bitch)
She ain't from Atlanta, she exotic, ayy, ayy
Moving packs in straight exotic, yeah
Okay, my shooters waitin' on me in the lobby (phew, phew)
Okay, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
Ayy, paper (paper), paper, paper out the fucking, ayy (yeah)
Old hundreds (what?)
Bitch, I been had that paper, ayy, yeah
Paper out the fucking (Carti, Carti)
Fuck a nigga, yeah, I'm so smashed (I'm so smashed)
I just killed the rap game with my rap game (with my rap game)
Look at my wrist game (yeah), bitch look how my dick swing (what?)
Ayy, Playboi Carti, bitch you know my name
Okay, Playboi Carti, tell that ho to google me
Okay, my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep
Okay, might just pull in 'crete ('crete)
All my niggas ten deep (ten deep)
All my niggas ten deep, okay (yeah)
Shout out who ten deep, okay
I'm still counting, ayy, ayy, ayy
Nigga, I'm still counting, nigga mad at me
Yeah, I'm still counting
Had to drop that bitch at home, uh (yeah)
She ain't bout it, had to
Uh, uh, I had the Porsche all cloudy, yeah
Ayy, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
She a bad bitch (ayy), a really sloppy bitch (a really sloppy)
Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on
Dirty mix my Styrofoam (yeah), mix my Styrofoam, ayy (mix my Styrofoam)
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy (this is not my ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Dirty mix my Styrofoam, mix my Styrofoam, ayy
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (come get your ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, come get your ho, man (come get your ho, nigga)
Off the Porsche, the Audi
Finesse you out your pockets, bitch we 'bout it, ayy, ayy (okay, okay, Carti)
Only rock designer, smoke exotic, ayy, ayy
Excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private, yeah, huh
Bad bitch gave me head in private, uh, ayy (come here, lil' bitch)
She ain't from Atlanta, she exotic, ayy, ayy
Moving packs in straight exotic, yeah
Okay, my shooters waitin' on me in the lobby (phew, phew)
Okay, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
Ayy, paper (paper), paper, paper out the fucking, ayy (yeah)
Old hundreds (what?)
Bitch, I been had that paper, ayy, yeah
Paper out the fucking (Carti, Carti)
Fuck a nigga, yeah, I'm so smashed (I'm so smashed)
I just killed the rap game with my rap game (with my rap game)
Look at my wrist game (yeah), bitch look how my dick swing (what?)
Ayy, Playboi Carti, bitch you know my name
Okay, Playboi Carti, tell that ho to google me
Okay, my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep
Okay, might just pull in 'crete ('crete)
All my niggas ten deep (ten deep)
All my niggas ten deep, okay (yeah)
Shout out who ten deep, okay
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