[Intro: Playboi Carti]
And I only fuck with thick hoes
White ho, let's go, ayy, that's my type, though (That's my type)
Yeah, white ho, yeah, yeah, let's go, what? Yeah
White ho, yeah, yeah, let's go
(And I only fuck with)
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
White ho, ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what?
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, she just need a nigga, uh, with a check, though, ooh, yeah
Movin' too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh
Movin' too slow, move to the left, ho, ooh, yeah
Hurry up, we hoppin' on this jet though, ooh, ooh
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, uh
I'm a skinny nigga, you see these tight clothes, ooh, ooh
Piped up, yeah, I'm piped, ho (Piped up), ooh
Come and get piped for the night, ho, ooh, ooh
Designer drugs and I need some ice, ho, ooh, ooh
A lot of hoes, yeah, I need some condoms, ooh, ooh
Fuckin' with Yung Carti, you'll get high, ho, ooh, ooh
(808 Mafia)
You ridin' too slow, are you high, ho? (Skrrt)
Ooh, ooh, uh (Slow, yeah)
Are you high, ho?
Come and sip some drank, pop some pills
Come get high, ho (Are you high?)
We be on a jet, we so high
We on fly mode (We so high)
I be flexin' on these niggas, pop
But they pop mode
Ooh, what? Yeah, uh, uh
With my eyes closed
Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm on Bang Bros
Ooh, what? Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got hella hoes
I got hella hoes, ooh, yeah
Got that nasty flow (Yeah, yeah)
She get nasty though
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
White ho, ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah (Yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
Black ho, ooh, yeah
Let's go, ooh, what?
Black ho, yeah, yeah
Let's go
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Yeah, yeah (Let's go), uh, uh
Ho, I'm flexed up
Lookin' like who next up, uh (Like who next up)
Hold your face up (Hold your face up)
I just got my check up, uh (Got my check up)
Got my cash up (Got my cash up)
You can't get no check, cuz, uh (No check, cuz)
Get your bands up (Get your bands up, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Face down, ass up, yeah, yeah
Walk around the club with your hands up, yeah, yeah (I walk around that shit)
Walk around the club, I'm no dancer, uh, uh (I walk around that bitch)
Keep that pole on me, I might just blam ya, uh, uh (Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
Keep that pole on me, I told him man up, ooh, ooh (Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Walk inside that bitch, I made them stand up, ooh, ooh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'm a walkin' lick, bitch, where your camera? Uh, ooh (Where your camera?)
(808 Mafia)
If she want that whole thing, I gave her sample, ooh (I gave her a little though)
The way I stole that bitch like where your man go? Ooh, ooh (I took your lil' ho)
Fuckin' on this bitch inside the bando, ooh, ooh
Suckin' on this dick, they use no hands though, ooh, ooh
I just turned this bitch into my main ho, ooh, yeah
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
And I only fuck with rich hoes (And I only fuck with, yeah)
And I only fuck with thick hoes, ooh, yeah
White ho, ooh, uh
Let's go, ooh, yeah
White ho, yeah, ooh
Let's go
Every feeling felt just the same
