Cartier
Uh
I'm drippin' in Cartier diamonds, you look at the time
And I ain't got the time for niggas
Too many bitches are sittin' on my line, they lyin'
I tell 'em "Go find a nigga", I'm better than all of you bitches
My rhyme is slicker, I'm sippin' on wine and liquor
The diamonds is bigger, the flicker the wrist
And the swiftin' their heads from behind the sticker
They love me in Dyckman, they love me in Harlem
They love me in Philly, you feel me?
I might just go fill up a nigga with gas
If I let them hit, I'ma dip with a stack
I get it done if you give me tap (Woo)
Bought me a house, so six in the hat
Give me a hundred, no givin' me half
This pussy is wetter, then get in the bag
Tap, tap, pussy fat, fat, ain't no bag check
Tell your nigga this ain't no cap stack (Nuh-uh)
Better run my racks back, back (Uh-huh)
Lambo truck, rat mat, black, zoom!
That's stack scratch
That she on my man's dick, bitch, slap, slap!
¿Y quien tiene to' controla'o? La mami que manda
Suena y rompe tarima' que 'ta motivao', y tengo tu jefa a mi lao'
En la noche, lo mando pelao'-ao', bitch, you love my style
Ain't fuck with me then, well, they fuck with me now
All of this ice, bust down, down
Bitch Melii, long way from niggas doin' skins by the deli
Long money but I'm throwin' hands when I'm ready
Small titties but lil' mama ass kinda heavy
Every time I get off in these jeans, they be heavy
I'm drippin' in Cartier diamonds, you look at the time
And I ain't got the time for niggas
Too many bitches are sittin' on my line, they lyin'
I tell 'em "Go find a nigga", I'm better than all of you bitches
My rhyme is slicker, I'm sippin' on wine and liquor
The diamonds is bigger, the flicker the wrist
And the swiftin' their heads from behind the sticker
They love me in Dyckman, they love me in Harlem
They love me in Philly, you feel me?
I might just go fill up a nigga with gas
If I let them hit, I'ma dip with a stack
I get it done if you give me tap (Woo)
Bought me a house, so six in the hat
Give me a hundred, no givin' me half
This pussy is wetter, then get in the bag
Tap, tap, pussy fat, fat, ain't no bag check
Tell your nigga this ain't no cap stack (Nuh-uh)
Better run my racks back, back (Uh-huh)
Lambo truck, rat mat, black, zoom!
That's stack scratch
That she on my man's dick, bitch, slap, slap!
¿Y quien tiene to' controla'o? La mami que manda
Suena y rompe tarima' que 'ta motivao', y tengo tu jefa a mi lao'
En la noche, lo mando pelao'-ao', bitch, you love my style
Ain't fuck with me then, well, they fuck with me now
All of this ice, bust down, down
Bitch Melii, long way from niggas doin' skins by the deli
Long money but I'm throwin' hands when I'm ready
Small titties but lil' mama ass kinda heavy
Every time I get off in these jeans, they be heavy
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Writer(s): Audrey Grinell Ducasse
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