Playboi Carti — Athena Version 1

[Intro] Let's go, Maaly [Verse 1] Crack money, I serve crack junkies I got money coming I got slatts cumming, I got bitches cumming I got money on me, I got hundreds on me Keep them hundreds on me, keep them hundreds coming Keep them bitches coming, keep them opps running I just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me I got thotties with me, I got slutties with me I'm on the Southside, I got two nines I fucked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine I got hoes, yeah, after hoes, yeah I change clothes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah Bad bitch got a case, yeah, but I wanted to give it to her But I can't give her all, yeah, so I can't see this bitch, oh yeah I can't even start with you, I got the money, yeah I got a money issue, I got a, uh, hold up I got the carats on me, Bugs Bunny, yeah Shawty fuckin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie, yeah Hoes be starving, yeah, hold up I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah I take off on these bitches, they be, hold up I take off on these bitches, now she call me, hold up These bitches just be costing, hoes, they costing Uh, yeah, nigga flossing [Interlude] Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more Ice on me, I don't even know [Verse 2] Different sluts every day, yeah Different bitches, different place I put it all in her face Then we go on vacay I'ma do this every day I'ma nut in her face Shawty better not be afraid 'Cause a nigga keep a K Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Money everywhere, bitches everywhere These bitches do not care, bitches everywhere Hold up, pussy nigga, you want smoke, we smoke you We smoke, we smoke, hold up Big truck, big truck, hold up I'm a slime, I'ma kill 'em I'ma hit 'em with ten, nigga Give a fuck 'bout a victim Give a fuck 'bout them niggas I'm the enemy, hold up, I know I'm me That bitch on me, yeah, like Vaseline Hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin' on it? I got bitches up on me that be flirting with me I'm so fly like a motherfuckin' pigeon, homie I'm in New York with them niggas counting digits, homie Run it up like a scammer, my niggas keep a hammer Give a fuck 'bout numbers, numbers don't lie, lil' bitch, hold up Uh, yeah, numbers don't lie, lil' bitch, yeah Got a bitch on the highway Got a bitch that's hiding in the crib Got a bitch that's riding for real Got niggas gon' keep that steel Young nigga might steal for real, homie Young nigga might kill, homie My niggas gon' go on a [?] for me Give a fuck 'bout none of these niggas, my niggas gon' kill some niggas for me Oh yeah, oh yeah