Playboi Carti — Fell in Love

Lyrics from Snippets ...Yeah With your bitch Man, she like, "She over here," uh, uh (Yeah) She like, "Boy, stay over there" (Over there) She like, "Carti, he take care" All this money, I can share I fuck your bitch, I don't care (Yeah) I fuck bitches, we can share (Yeah, yeah) I fuck bitches everywhere (Yeah, yeah) Tell that ho come over here (Yeah, yeah) I got diamonds sittin' on cash (Yeah, yeah) He a fool, no, you can't hang (Yeah, yeah) She got naked, I ain't smash (Yeah, yeah) I just popped up with that pack (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Bought a Gucci bag with bags I got cash, lot of cash He think he a thug 'cause he got tats' (Beep) Boy, that boy a lil' fag (Beep) I might just pull up in the trap (Yeah) You know I tax for the bag (bag, bag) Fell in love with the sack (Yeah) And my pin-... ...sound like Carti too (Carti) And you look like Carti too (Who are you?) Man, who the fuck are you? (Yeah) I got bitches in my coupe (Carti) And that ho like, "Okay, cool" ABG, I'm down to shoot (Shoot) AP, bitch, that's for my boo (Yeah) Feel like Pac, I got the juice...