Playboi Carti — Wrist Frozen

[Intro: Shadoe Haze & Playboi Carti] Ooh, Mr. Perfect Damn, son, where'd you find this? Carti (Damn, damn, damn) Uh [Verse: Playboi Carti] My wrist froze (Damn) Two-tone rich ho (Damn) Count money, condo (Carti) Snowbunny, Easter pink (Carti) Got the bitch all on me (Damn) Fuck a bitch, get rich (Damn) Trust none With the plug (Uh) In the cut (Ayy) Countin’ funds (Ayy) I can show your block some love (Goddamn) Niggas talkin' shit (Damn) Load the clip (Damn) Watch 'em drip (Goddamn) Got his bitch (Goddamn) With the grip (Goddamn) Now she dancin’ on my dick In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti) Free my niggas in the system (Carti) All my niggas hold a pistol (Carti) You a pussy like your bitch (Damn) Like a click, damn, I hit (I hit) Lookin' like a walkin' lick I take your shit then sell your shit (Lil nigga) Count money all day, that's it (That's it) Smoke loud, can't touch no mid (Hell nah) My crib filled with them bricks (Damn) And my car come with the tint (Damn) My cash don't make no sense (Damn) I'm lookin’ like a pimp (A pimp) I pull up in that whip (Damn) My niggas always VIP (Damn) Ayy, s—