[Intro:$olotique Beats & Playboi Carti]
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[Verse 1]
Hold up, n***a got cash (Hold up, yeah)
We got 'em racks (Hold up)
N***as popping, what? Uh (Turn up)
Live in that hills, hold up
Too much on me, too much diamonds
Cash, money, big timin'
Call Birdman, big money, we got racks
These ain't red, real flex, I'm impressed, blow this up
I can't lie, we get lit, we lay back
Get the MAC, keep a MAC, keep a MAC
No better than that, fuck the check, we gon' hit 'em
We don't miss, Helmut Lang, fuck these hoes
We count cash, we count cash, yeah
[Chorus]: Playboi Carti
All my boys gon' eat, yeah, all my n***as get geeked, yeah
All of these hoes, they weak, hold up, shawty get fucked to sleep, hold up
All my boys gon' eat, yeah, all my n***as get geeked, yeah
All of these hoes, they weak, hold up, shawty get fucked to sleep, hold up

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Codeine glass in my backpack, pour codeine in it, hold up
I won't go like this, hold up, you can't start this shit
Wipe my nose, Bobby Whitney, Whitney (Woah, woah)
Wipe my nose, Bobby Whitney, hold up