(uh, uh double cup, uh double cup)

[Verse 1]
I got money coming, I got hundreds on me
Keep them opps running, I just smoked an opp
You can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I'm on the Southside, I got two nines
I fucked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine
I got hoes yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
They in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
Shawty fuckin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah
Bugs Bunny yeah, hold up
I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah
I take off on these bitches, they be, hold up
I take off on these bitches, now she call me, hold up
These bitches just be costing, hoes, they costing

[Verse 2]
Different sluts every day, yeah
Different bitches, different place
I put it all in her face
'Then we got em, AK
I'ma do this everyday
I'ma nut in her face
Shawty better not be afraid
Cause a n***a keep a K
Yeah, yeah
Hold up, pussy n***a, you want smoke, we smoke
We smoke, we smoke, hold up
Big truck, big truck, hold up
I'm a slime, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma hit 'em with ten, n***a
Give a fuck 'bout a victim
Give a fuck 'bout them n***as
I'm the enemy, hold up, I know I'm me
That bitch on me, yeah, like Vaseline
Hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin' on it?
I got bitches up on me that be flirting with me
I'm so fly like a motherfuckin' pigeon, homie
I'm in New York with them n***as counting digits, homie
Run it up like a scammer, my n***as keep a hammer
Give a fuck 'bout numbers, numbers don't lie, lil' bitch
Numbers don't lie, lil' bitch, yeah
Young n***a might kill, homie
My n***as gon' go on a drill for me
Give a fuck 'bout none of these n***as, my n***as gon' kill some n***as for me
Fuck these n***as they ain't talking 'bout nun, they don't want no war
I'm a put a n***a on a T-shirt, ion give a fuck about nun
I'm gon shoot at a opp first, we don't give a fuck 'bout your gun
I got a K on me, I make a opp run
I'm a cook up, I'm a cook up uhh
I serve crack, we got Macs
Serve bitches huh, aye wit the cash uhh huh, yeah
We got all this money, we finna show this shit
We got all them guns, we finna blow that shit
We finna tote that shit
N***as be talkin, need to top, me and my shit
Need to top, need to top, need to top, need to top
[?] i was jus fucking the thot
I was just on this block, I was just on this block
We was robbing n***as, we was taking opps
We gon kill everything, we can't stop
We got crack, money
We sell crack, junkies
Keep that crack comin'
Keep them numbers comin'
Bitches keep on talkin'
We sell crack, junkies
Keep them crack comin'
Keep them numbers comin'
Bitches want the smoke
They gon' want the K
We gon' kill the n***a
We gon' fuck his day up
Ion kill a nig- Choppa eat [?]
We [?]
We gon kill these n***as up
Big twenty, hard hundred
I got cash homie
Big junkie, big hundred
We got cash homie
Big hundred, freak shawty
Fuck your bih' homie
We got big homies
Its a whole lotta shit
Its a whole lotta sticks
Got a whole lotta bitches
We gotta whole lotta shit

[Verse 3]
Diamond uh yeah yeah, styrofoam mm mm bih', double cup uh yeah, double cup yeah hol' up
Double cup love, shawty wanna fuck wit the drugs yeah, double cup love yeah, shawty wanna fuck my drugs yeah
I'm in love uh yea, I'm in love with drugs now, I'm in love yea hol' up yea
I'm the slime, we sluggin' hol' up, me and my n***as we thuggin' hol' up
I'm a fuck this hoe hol'up, shawty wanna be my, hol' up, hol' up
I can't fuck these hoes forever [uh, uh] yeah, I gotta get this money I'm too clever
All white Dior sweater, I'm a pull up yeah change the weather
Got bitches everywhere, got diamonds everywhere
This cash everywhere, these bitches gotta stare
These bitches everywhere, tryna fuck okay yeah
Tryna fuck on bands yeah, tryna pop these tags yeah
And I'm on the Percs yeah, and I'm on the lean hol' up
Tryna check me out, man, too clean, I'm too yeah
Hol' up, hol' up, slime fine, I'm tryna fuck this bitch hol' up, she gotta be mine hol' up uh huh yeah
My slime fine, I'm tryna fuck this bitch hol' up she gotta be mine
I wanna meet yo hoe yuh, I wanna take her out, she gotta suck my dick, she gotta eat me up
She gotta uhhhh uhhhh yeah uhhhh uhhhh yeah, yeah hol' up yea, yeah

[Verse 4]
I got money coming, I got hundreds on me
Keep them opps running, I just smoked an opp
You can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I'm on the Southside, I got two nines
I fucked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine
I got hoes yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
They in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
Shawty fuckin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah
Bugs Bunny yeah, hold up
I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah
I take off on these bitches, they be, hold up
I take off on these bitches, now she call me, hold up
These bitches just be costing, hoes, they costing