歌手:Playboi Carti
专辑:《MUSIC》

作词 : Playboi Carti
作曲 : Playboi Carti
Made a lot of paper, might just spend it on you, crazy
Pull up on your partner, yeah, we push him on his forehead
I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
All red flag, red flag, nigga, Code Red
You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on yo' forehead
That 7.62 gon' leave your mother****in' door red
Shut the door back, we throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (Brrat)
Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (Bleh)
I might **** a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (Brodie)
I been on the drugs all night, lean got me bloated (Bloated)
I just popped an eighth pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (Goin')
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (On top of, hold up)
I just poured the ice cup out and poured some money (Pour out, pour)
I just ****ed a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy
I been rollin' on ecstasy, I'm feel it in my body
Uh, niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted
Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like [?] (Haha)

See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lot of you ****-niggas
To my day one's, it's a new beginning
You what that shit mean, right?
Red again
The 5
Out