Playboi Carti — Celine

[Chorus] Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean I'm in LA, molly my bean I'm rockin' Celine, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean [Verse] I'm on the lean, I'm on the drank I'm on the lean, hol' up, I'm on the drank, yeah, yeah I'm havin' sex, hol' up, yeah, I'm a coupe, uh, yeah I'm finna spend more, yeah, what you gon' do? Oh, yeah I got that bag, hol' up, yeah, I got that loot, uh, yeah Dior Chucks, huh, niggas lose, huh You ain't lose, huh, need me the loot, uh Bitch we bool, hol' up, never blue, hol' up And that llama fuck, keep that tucked, huh Fucked a lotta hoes, that's why thеy shook, uh Man, keep your ho around from me 'cause I go up, huh Fuck that bitch in the trap, we go up, huh, yeah I get that molly, ah, yeah, I got these niggas, they sorry, ooh Smoke gon' sour, ooh, yeah, smoke that mothefuckin' opp, uh Hop on the private, ooh, yeah, I ain't even pay for this private, ooh Fuck your bitch, uh, yeah, she just on her private, ooh, what Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah [Chorus] Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean I'm in LA, molly my bean I'm rockin' Celine, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean [Open Verse] [Chorus] Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean Molly my bean I'm in LA, molly my bean I'm rockin' Celine, molly my bean Molly my bean, molly my bean