paroles de chanson Cartier Vision - Mares

And I Cartier my lenses
I can't even see a thing
And I Cartier my lenses
I can't see a thing
And I ksubi out my jeans
And I Cartier my lenses, yea I can't see a thing
And I ksubi out my jeans
And I'm feeling like Tupac when I walk up the scene
Cuz all eyes on me
And all theses groupie bitch trynna get next to me (next to me)
But I don't really pay no minds (pay no minds)
I know they just here just to trynna waste my time (waste my time)
And I ain't sorry if I break your heart and I make you cry
Cuz I'm worried about that bag, yea I'm worried bout that (worry bout that)
Cuz I'm motherfucking don
I being walking theses motherfuckers hood
And they treating me like I'm their motherfucking boss
Plus they my motherfucking sons
And I be taking all theses drugs
And I'm smoking so much I cant even feel my lungs
I be sipping on that codeine, yall sipping robituss
And my motion real tough
And my motion really build different
I could give a fuck about the critics
All I care about is fucking winning
All I care about is fucking winning
Yea, and all theses people bragging about they checks (bout they checks)
Got that times ten in chasing bank account (In my chase account)
I don't really mean to flex
Yea I don't really mean to flex (I don't I don't really mean a)

And I know I'm doing better than my ex (than my ex)
And I know she salty I aint replying to her stupid text (to her stupid text)
And I know she trying me fuck on my feels but I could care less
And I'm, And I'm

And I'm making all this bread like I'm working at a bakery (bakery)
I'm a younging making money that why hating me (hating me)
And I'm feeding all my people like I'm out here catering (catering)
Sorry shordy aint no really dating me (aint no dating me)
And I'm fuckling theses hoes on the low (on the low)
Right after I'm done pass her to the bros (to the bros)
Like I'm sorry but you got to go
Right after we fuck block her on her number than I go ghost (ghost)
Got theses females blowing up my phone
I don't reply to the message hopefully they get the message
Out in public with my shades on, don't even brother me don't even try to talk to me
Got my ex's on my Instagram stalking me
And they see me in my bag full of colorful bills like monopoly
Yea like, like monopoly

And I know I'm doing better than my ex (than my ex)
And I know she salty I aint replying to her stupid text (to her stupid text)
And I know she trying me fuck on my feels but I could care less (yea I could care less)
And she trynna fuck on my feels but I could really care less
And I know she salty I aint replying to her text (yea yea)