Carry-On

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It's Profit
Another one
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I'm in my carry-on

Yea
I'm in my carry-on
I know they mad but I carry on
Louie V Damier carry-on
Dolce Gabbana her carry-on
I know they hate but I carry on
Get dat work
Catch a play ina carry-on
Get a case and a bond n I carry on
Boy I ain't wit the tellin
And carrying on like you
I'm in my carry-on
I know they mad but I carry on
Dolce Gabbana her carry-on
Louie V Damier carry-on
I know they hate but I carry on
Get dat work
Catch a play ina carry-on
Get a case and bond n I carry on
Boy I ain't wit the tellin
N carrying on like you

I'm in my carry-on Yea
I'm in my bag nigga You know it
I step in some foreign kicks
Yeah designer my swag nigga
I gotchu big mad nigga don't it
I know you hate it
Look in the mirror
I'm checking myself
Shawty like bae you the greatest
I don't do no favors cause nigga is fake
I get to the money I stack up the cake
Why you ain't riding round getting paper
You chasin these bitches
Deez hoes in the way
Damn I'm in the foreign I'm whippin it
Stack up this money I'm gettin it
I hear your songs they ridiculous
I'm just gon wake up to Benjamins
Blue faces or the French
Bad bitch I'm in ha pants
I'm from Big Queens
That's the king dome
Yea my whole hood on the map
Damn imma different typa nigga
In a different kinda bag
Yea Hol up
Catch a nigga dripping
Leaky nigga wit the swag
Hol up I get that work and I flip it
Yea these niggas know that
I'm different Yeah
I smoke a lot of that pifferry
Yea That's why I fuck and forget cha
Yea Hol up
Bandz in my memory bank huh
I got that gas in da tank
Yea baby that nigga is bunz
Yup Her nigga ain't about franks
I'm bout that money
I'm stacking these hunnids
I take a shawty out ta dinner we eat
Hol up yea
Then I take ha back home
Open up then imma eat
Hol up wait
Imma swim in that thang
Yea
Dive deep in that thang
Yea How she sending that thang
Imma flex like a gym in that thang
Hol up Yea
I was focused on the bread
I know niggas was mad at me
Yea I don't need to talk money
All I do is keep adding it
Yea huh
Subtract all the hate
Stashed a lil pape
Mad niggas fake
Fuck up out my face
Pulling up the hammer
Nigga screaming wait
Hol on
I'm in my carry-on
Dolce Gabanna her carry-on
I know they mad but I carry on
Louis V Damier carry-on
I know they hate but I carry on
Get that work
Catch a play ina carry-on
Wait these niggas too mixxy
They mad at me
Gettin to it now
They should be proud of me

I'm in my carry-on
I know they mad but I carry on
Dolce Gabbana her carry-on
Louie V Damier carry-on
I know they hate but I carry on
Get dat work
Catch a play ina carry-on
Get a case and a bond n I carry on
Boy I ain't wit the tellin
And carrying on like you
I'm in my carry-on
I know they mad but I carry on
Louie V damier carry-on
Dolce Gabbana her carry-on
I know they hate but I carry on
Get dat work
Catch a play ina carry-on
Get a case and a bond n I carry on
Boy I ain't with the telling
And carryin on like you



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Writer(s): Troy James
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