Текст песни F**K - Cartier Pesos

We might do the same shit, but I do it better
You can get all of the shit that I got
But still you can't do it better
Might get a Cullinan truck just to chop off the ceilings
I left the bitch on read, I got money my head
So she stuck in her feelings
Went to Vegas I flew out I came just to fuck up the ceilings
I'm here to fuck this shit up, blue strips I'm fucking it up
Took a bean it was fucking me up
When she eat it she fucking it up
That money I fuck that shit up
Giving em hell, I'm fuckin' em up
Listen to Cartier my Cartier see through the glare
She wanna see magic I pushed the button and the AMG started to flare
Forreally, I'm really to rare
Someone get a doctor in here
Bring me some lean and get me some bitches
I'm gettin more guala no problem this year
All I do is win, All I do is win
Christian Dior with the Raf Simons
They like why you hang with the grim
Hey, whether pistol or bitches, I shoot it's above the rim
I was doing 109, put a crack in the rim
Forreally, deal with mobsters
Sorry lil lobster, turn you to shrimp
If I act then it ain't no script
Yeah I can't see through my Cartier lens
5% on all of my tints, so who got a clearer view
Leanin' so much yea that Woky
That shit got me feeling allergic to Theraflu
Nah they don't understand me, yea
Give a fuck bout a grammy, yea
Give a fuck bout a family, yea
Pull up she giving me topski
Nickname the lil girl Handy Mandy
Benjamin Billy Franklin
I'm done fucking with Nina the bitch here is Mandy
I'm a Bentley Bentayga bandit
Put the truck on the road just to do a lil damage
I know you wanna live this life, you wanna be like 900 Block
We might be en route to you just to make that lil shit 900 Block
Boy I don't even gotta come outside and I bet you I run the block
I cut off so many people
You never know when they gonna flop
Grrr, back to Bentayga I drive it that bitch make a thunder shock
Aye Aye, take swig of my cup really quick
Yeah I told you I'm gonna stop
Huh, Fuck up the strip in Vegas
I touchdown in this bitch
I need Triss, I need guns, yea
How you gone flip you some bread
You ain't spending no funds, yea
I'm from New York lil bitch yea, I'm not even from here
Went to Vegas I flew out I came just to fuck up the ceilings
I'm here to fuck this shit up, blue strips I'm fucking it up
Took a bean it was fucking me up
When she eat it she fucking it up
That money I fuck that shit up
Giving em hell, I'm fuckin' em up
Listen to Cartier my Cartier see through the glare
She wanna see magic I pushed the button and the AMG started to flare
Forreally, I'm really to rare
Someone get a doctor in here
Bring me some lean and get me some bitches
I'm gettin more guala no problem this year
You know what the fuck goin on
Cartier Pesos
High as a bitch nigga
Everything 900, all my bitches 900
900 Block or die nigga
Shoutout Banga Shine, Shoutout Scooter
Shoutout Skeve, Shoutout Gutta