[Intro]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Uh (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Walk around with them bills, hold up
Walk 'round with them bills, uh (Yeah)
Hold up, yeah
Walk 'round with them bills, ooh, uh, hold up
Fuckin' on your thot, we in Cancún, uh (Yeah)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What?)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Fuckin' on your thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Gucci sneaks (What? What?)
Uh, Prada bag
Number (N)ine
Red rag
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
(Yeah)
White gold (Woah)
Piguet (What? What?)
I fucked that bitch, you better not forget (Uh, ooh)
Diamonds on me came from Elliot (Uh)
Money jumpin' off the buildin' like a bitch (Uh, ooh)
Money jumpin' off the buildin' like a bitch (Ooh)
Money jumpin' off the buildin' like a bitch (Ooh)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Walk around with them bills, hold up
Walk 'round with them bills, uh (Yeah)
Hold up, yeah
Walk 'round with them bills, ooh, uh, hold up
Fuckin' on your thot, we in Cancún, uh (Yeah)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What?)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Fuckin' on your thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Gucci snakes (What? What?)
Uh, Prada bag
Number (N)ine
Red rag
[Verse 2: Skepta]
She pulled up in a Benz, she came with her friend
I told her meet my nigga Bari (Gang)
I'm a villain, I'm feelin' like Carti
Yeah, you see the 'fit, I'ma die lit
I beat it, I buss and I dip
I told a witch stop following me
She stalkin' me, she tryna ruin my trip
These niggas coming around, screamin' "Gang, gang"
I ain't never seen you on the strip
Never ever had the pebs in your mouth
Never ever had a tool in the whip
Had heavy metal like a bench press
It's a waste of time sendin' death threats
I got love letters I ain't read yet (Sex)
The club close, we ain't left yet
Fuck a dress code, we're the best dressed (Ice)
Double Rs in my headrest
Asked her if she's coming and she said yes (Mmm)
That's shopping sprees and the best sex
You're just a silly nigga with your silly raps
Snitchin' on yourself in your verses
I was drivin' home, saw the light was on
Pull up on your girl for a service (Sex, sex)
And when it's showtime, they be takin' money out their purses (Shing)
It's a hundred racks when I touch a stage, how could I ever get nervous? (Nervous, nervous)
[Chorus]
Walk around with them bills, hold up
Walk 'round with them bills, uh (Yeah)
Hold up, yeah
Walk 'round with them bills, ooh, uh, hold up
Fuckin' on your thot, we in Cancún, uh (Yeah)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What?)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Fuckin' on your thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Gucci snakes (What? What?)
Uh, Prada bag
Number (N)ine
Red rag
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Ooh, yeah, Number (N)ine, ooh (Yeah)
Red bag (Yeah), ooh, yeah
Number (N)ine, uh, ooh
Red bag, ooh, yeah
Gucci snakes, uh
Prada bag
Number (N)ine, ooh, ooh
Red flag, ooh, ooh
I'm rockin' red ice, uh, ooh
I drink red Sprite
Drinkin' red Sprite
Don't stop at red lights
Ooh, ooh, uh
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Walk around with them bills, hold up
Walk 'round with them bills, uh (Yeah)
Hold up, yeah
Walk 'round with them bills, ooh, uh, hold up
Fuckin' on your thot, we in Cancún, uh (Yeah)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What?)
Hittin' on this thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Fuckin' on your thot and I know her dude (What? What?)
Gucci snakes (What? What?)
Uh, Prada bag
Number (N)ine
Red rag
[Outro]
Oh, my stummy hurt
My stummy hurt
My stummy hurt (Yeah)
My stummy hurt
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