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[chorus: playboi carti]
spend a lotta money on some d*mn clothes (spend some money on that)
spend a lotta money on some d*mn clothes (yeah, yeah yeah)
fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes (run that back, turbo)
east atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope (wheezy outta here)
i want a ferrari and a range rover (a ferrari and a range rover)
that bi’ got a boy so she gon’ lay low (that boy got no mansion, he don’t)
that boy just a l!ck, we serve him karo (that boy doesn’t listen, he don’t)
cut that b*tch right off, i feel like van gogh (cut that b*tch off, i feel like van gogh)
diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? (dance floor)
walk down on an opp and let that thang go (yеah, yeah, yeah)
50k on my backend, i did a latе show (yeah, yeah yeah)

[verse 1: ken carson]
this that murder music
i let that chopper sing and they listen to it
my b*tch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin’ booted
i pop a perc’ and sip my drank, yeah, now i’m zooted
i’m a superstar, yeah, i live my life like a movie
i drive foreign cars and f*ck bad b*tches, yeah, i get to it
i buy a b*tch a brand new bag, yeah, when i get bored
and that lil’ b*tch keep calling me dad ’cause he can’t afford it
i swear i could’ve been a dad, but i made that b*tch abort it
that was back when i was down bad, now the young n*gga worth a fortune
h*ll nah, you can’t be my bm, that’s just like extortion
h*ll nah, lil’ b*tch can’t put me on no child support
make a b*tch take a plan b before i let a b*tch take me to court
[verse 2: destroy lonely]
yeah, we getting too much cash, lil’ b*tch, but you a know a young n*gga want more
d*mn, this freak ho water wet, i think i need a new surfboard
yeah, i keep it a hundred thousand, young n*gga, i ain’t telling stories
yeah, i spend a couple thousand every time i walk up in that store
yeah, i might blow a couple thousand on that b*tch ’cause she a pretty wh0re
yeah, this ain’t the regular lamb’, lil’ b*tch, yeah, this aventador
yeah, and we having sticks for ham n*ggas ’cause we don’t f*ck with pork
yeah, i might smoke an opp n*gga, shawty, but i don’t f*ck with ‘ports

[verse 3: ken carson]
yeah, i spotted an opp in the party, told lil’ bro, “lock the door”
i upped my mac and i told the p*ssy n*gga, “get on the floor
give me them racks, give me that watch, b*tch, it ain’t yours no more”
i got this b*tch with an onlyfans, yeah, she a super wh0re—

[chorus: playboi carti]
spend a lotta money on some d*mn clothes (spend some money on that)
spend a lotta money on some d*mn clothes (yeah, yeah yeah)
fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes (run that back, turbo)
east atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope (wheezy outta here)
i want a ferrari and a range rover (a ferrari and a range rover)
that bi’ got a boy so she gon’ lay low (that boy got no mansion, he don’t)
that boy just a l!ck, we serve him karo (that boy doesn’t listen, he don’t)
cut that b*tch right off, i feel like van gogh (cut that b*tch off, i feel like van gogh)
diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? (dance floor)
walk down on an opp and let that thang go (yeah, yeah, yeah)
50k on my back end, i did a late show (yeah, yeah yeah)

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