(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 bitch with the bleed

I'mma let a mo’fucker hang out

You ain’t like the cut, the hang out

Lay yo’ ass down when you hang out

Stupid lil’ bitch 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 fuck 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