Playboi Carti Lyrics - Rich The Kid

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Money on my dresser 

Glock with compressor 

I don't want no pressure 

These niggas too extra 

I come with the extra 

I won't talk, won't text ya 

Fuck yo bitch, won't text 

I want top, no sex 

Ridin' on top, no flex 

Blue hunnids, I catch up 

Blue hunnids, who racked up? 

I'm running them racks up 

You finally catch up 

I'm tatted don't give no fuck 

I'm picking out karats, ya 

Them prices we tear it up 

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[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] 

With gang and I air it out 

With slime and I bang it up 

We banging, no weighing up 

It's red and we pour it up 

My diamonds they glowing up 

She waiting, she wanna fuck 

Be patient, I'm counting up 

Be patient, I'm whipping up 

I touch-- aye 

I touch thots you can't touch 

I touch guap you can't touch 

I touch thots you can't touch 

I touch-- what 

I touch guap you can't touch 

Syrup in town, I just touched 

Still po' drop-- 

Still po' drop, off that drop, off that mud 

Still po' drop, still po' drop, what, ya 

Still po' drop, in that drop, off the mud 

Mounted up aye, and that 40 tucked 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Money on my dresser 

Glock with compressor 

I don't want no pressure 

These niggas too extra 

I come with the extra 

I won't talk, won't text ya 

Fuck yo bitch, won't text 

I want top, no sex 

Ridin' on top, no flex 

Blue hunnids, I catch up 

Blue hunnids, who racked up? 

I'm running them racks up 

You finally catch up 

I'm tatted don't give no fuck 

I'm picking out karats, ya 

Them prices we tear it up 

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[Verse 2: Rich The Kid] 

Riding on top I flex 

I get the money mo' checks 

Cash Carti crash the Rarri 

Bitch she fucking on the molly 

She give me top in that coupe 

Riding round with the extra 

50k on the necklace 

I cum on that trick with no text 

Bought some more chains, I'm flexin' 

Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm counting my blessings 

The sniper it come with compress 

Walk in the mall and flex like a ref 

Got out of jail bought a rolex 

You niggas still flexin' like Bowflex 

I hit the ho' with a switch-a-roo 

She jump on the dick like a kangaroo 

[Hook: Playboi Carti] 

Money on my dresser 

Glock with compressor 

I don't want no pressure 

These niggas too extra 

I come with the extra 

I won't talk, won't text ya 

Fuck yo bitch, won't text 

I want top, no sex 

Ridin' on top, no flex 

Blue hunnids, I catch up 

Blue hunnids, who racked up? 

I'm running them racks up 

You finally catch up 

I'm tatted don't give no fuck 

I'm picking out karats, ya 

Them prices we tear it up