Playboi Carti — Tryna Be Me

[Intro: Playboi Carti] I ain't worried 'bout no bitch I just want some sex, I just, I just, I just want some sex, honestly You know what I'm sayin'? I'm in LA (Cash Carti) I might be in Toronto next week I'm all over the place, bitch Ayy, Cash Carti (Yeah) I'm on my different shit I can't trust these bitches 'cause these bitches ain't shit (Bitches ain't shit) All that Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Moneybags (I can't serve you) Moneybags (I can't serve you) Moneybags (I can't serve you) Moneybags (I can't serve you) Young niggas tryna be me, ayy Young niggas tryna be me [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, ayy My baby mama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, ayy Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy Bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, ayy Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Ayy, I can't serve you, I can't serve you, you was on the corner trippin' I can't serve you, my young niggas on the come-up, ayy Alexander McQueen, boy, I tuck it in my vest Yung Carti been ballin', bitch, nothin' but net Bad bitch she came over, she came, yeah Bad bitch she came over, gave a young nigga neck (I got it) Took his bitch to my crib, yeah, that ho so impressed And I start pourin', and I start pourin' Then I start pourin', that bitch started to undress And you know this ice, and you know this ice Boy, you know this ice around my neck, I don't wanna speak Boy, you know I keep a fucking Tec, boy, talk is cheap Boy, I keep that on the seat, foreign drive-by, sheesh Now them boys hatin', boy, I don't fuck with pussy boys Ayy (Yeah), ayy, ayy, ayy Probably catch me in a foreign, goin' to where the money goin' [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, ayy My baby mama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, ayy Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, ayy Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap [Verse 2: Skepta] Ayy, ayy We never see these pussy hoes, only see these checks Say you getting stacks, but most of your Gs in debt I see your bitch checking out your clothes And I don't think she's impressed Oh, what this tee right here? Nah, they ain't released this yet But that's a mad ting right here I'm killing these niggas bring some flowers Nah this ain't a regular pack I'm smoking some different powers Niggas in that cellular antics You working with some different powers Put your girl in a single mattress On my dick for hours I told her wait, one sec get off me Your hands are way too low, nah you ain't doing it properly Fuck this bullshit, let's get back to the money scheme Feel like I'ma die soon, man I keep getting funny dreams Told your baby mama to hide the weapon in the buggy, please That's my nigga with the dreads and the dungarees Pull up to the show with a hundred Gs Got niggas buzzin' like some bumble bees They never trouble me, nah I ain't worried bout no bitch [Chorus: Playboi Carti] I ain't worried 'bout no bitch, I just want some sex I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I just need a check, ayy My baby mama say I'm up, I told that bitch I'm next, ayy Banging with my brothers, ayy, banging with no others, ayy I bust that pussy down and I pass it to my brother, ayy Yeah, ayy, it was just the other day Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap [Outro: Playboi Carti] It was the other day, it was the other day It was the other day, damn, yeah, uh, yeah I ain't worried, yeah, uh, how could I worry, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't worried, yeah yeah. hold on (Walgreens in the flat, tryna bring some back Front porch with straps, you ain't from the fucking trap)