Tryna Be Me Lyrics - Playboi Carti

[Intro: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch 

I just wanna flex, I just wanna flex, honestly 

You know what I'm saying? 

I'm in LA (cash Carti) 

I might be in Toronto next week, I'm all-over the place bitch 

Ayy, Cash Carti, yeah 

I'm on my different shit 

I can't trust these bitches cuz these bitches ain't shit (ain't shit) 

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All that 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Money bad ([?]) 

Money bad ([?]) 

Money bad ([?]) 

Money bad ([?]) 

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[Refrain: Playboi Carti] 

Young niggas tryna be me 

Young niggas tryna be me 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex 

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye 

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye 

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye 

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye 

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day 

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap 

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[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

Aye, I can't serve you I can't serve you was on the corner trippin' 

I can't serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, aye 

Alexander McQueen, boy I tuck it in my vest 

Young Carti been ballin', bitch, nothin' but net 

Bad bitch she came over, she came, yeah 

Bad bitch she came over gave a young nigga neck (I got it) 

Took this bitch to my crib, yeah that hoe so impressed 

And I start pourin', and I start pourin' 

Then I stopped pourin' then that bitch started to undress 

And you know this ice, and you know this ice 

Boy you know this ice around my neck, ion wanna speak 

Boy you know I keep a fucking Tec, yeah, talk is cheap 

Boy I keep that on the seat, foreign drive by sheep 

Now them boys hatin' boy, I don't fuck with pussy boy 

Aye, aye, aye 

Probably catch me in a foreign, going to where the money going 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex 

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye 

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye 

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye 

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye 

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day 

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap 

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap 

[Verse 3: Skepta] 

Aye, aye 

We never see these pussy hoes, only see these checks 

Say you getting stacks, but most of your Gs in debt 

I see your bitch checking out your clothes 

And I don't think she's impressed 

Oh, what this tee right here? 

Nah, they ain't released this yet 

But that's a mad ting right here 

I'm killing these niggas bring some flowers 

Nah this ain't a regular pack 

I'm smoking some different powers 

Niggas in that cellular antics 

You working with some different powers 

Put your girl in a single mattress 

On my dick for hours 

I told her wait, one sec get off me 

Your hands are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly 

Fuck this bullshit, let's get back to the money scheme 

Feel like Imma die soon, I keep getting funny dreams 

Told your babymama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please 

That's my nigga with the dreads and the dungarees 

Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs 

Got niggas buzzing lights and bumble bees 

They never trouble me, nah 

I ain't worried bout no bitch 

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] 

I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex 

I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need the check, aye 

My babymama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, aye 

Banging with my brothers, aye, banging with no others, aye 

I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, aye 

Yeah, aye, it was just the other day 

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap 

Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap 

[Outro: Playboi Carti] 

It was the other day, it was the other day 

It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah 

I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah 

I ain't worried, yeah yeah. hold on 

(Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back 

Front porch with straps, he ain't from the fucking trap)