Playboi Carti — This Cash

[Intro: Cultie] (Oh, that's that nigga Zee!) Young niggas still pull up five deep, not giving no fuck Rolling good gas Keep this shit a hundred-ten How we raised, nigga Cultie [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Cultie] They ain't about this cash like I am, nah Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em) I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam) I don't really see no niggas (I don't see 'em) I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face (Yeah) [Verse 1: Cultie] I said we fucked on a cloud Her head so wet except when she on live 'Til her phone die My Oakland city folk wild, he on trial Molly man, coke jock, got the bands Bouta roll my dope, [?] She tells me, "Pool is open", goddamn, I nose dive Still 4-4 down, got gold rounds, they fly Young nigga, stay five deep, I creep Pull on scene, nobody gon' try me, four-five when they see my heat Still pour pimp on the low, gotta limp on a hoe Makin' sure that the hookers see my $teez 88 ready couldn't seen my teeth, R.I.P Papi Still gotta place every night when I see my dreams Pull up, not deep I see Still bump Radiohead proudly motherfucker I come through, gun buck ya Never gave a fuck, 'cause the way a nigga was raised In the East Atlanta six I give my dick to a, bad bitch and uh, that's the way a nigga livin' Cultie Marse, no trippin' [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Cultie] They ain't about this cash like I am, nah Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em) I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam) I don't really see no niggas (I don't see 'em) I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] I'm sipping recline with a freak, diamonds all on my teeth You can tell I'm cold when I speak I ain't no [?], shoot for free I got bitches all up on me I don't steal keys, nigga, these all me I'm smokin' and jokin' with bitches that's foreign Cartier, that nigga I be That's that pain shit, can you taste it? My patience is bad I don't like to talk, nigga I like cash Duffle bags, yeah, all of that Bad bitches with ass, gas all in my blunt Trap on the cunts Come fuck some, let me nut one Get the fuck on, I'm a boss Cultie Marse and Carti (Bitch) You done lost it (Bitch) Niggas know me (Bitch), I stay flossin' (Bitch) You bitch a (Bitch) Give me head and is awesome (Speechless) Panda, these diamonds Your ho two-timin', Carti [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Cultie] They ain't about this cash like I am, nah Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em) I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam (With my fam) I don't really see no niggas (I don't see 'em) I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face, my face Get out my face, my face