Carti Money

Ok like I don't got manners, I put a four in the fanta Hop in the ghost and I turn to a phantom So lately, I feel like I'm Danny Countin' that money up plenty I had to ball like a penny My bitch bad like riri I get my love in some fenty Carti money, I've been rubbin' like belly Feel like I'm Kaine when I walk in the telly 223 on my hip, free Melly 1738, sippin' on Fetty You don't get money, so why is your capping little nigga We get it bag, and it keep gettin' bigger See a real nigga when I look in the mirror Gas smoke like a fire in here I get a band i'm running up ten Oh my God, then I do it again She was a ten, so was her friend They wanna f*ck i'm like bet I got them both in my bed My nigga, you know the rest, wait Rockin' the Alyx, just to go f*ck on your bitch, hey, wait The trap or the rap, I can go and get the band in anyway I put the team on my back They used to getting a bag By moving weight, wait High rank, on a whole different tier Money shower guala raining in here High speed in a whole different gear Money comin' in by the brick, by the pound Silencer up on my chopper, it don't make a sound Who that boy we leavin' him out in the lost and found If it ain't that guala, what the f*ck we talkin' bout Party in the animal , I'm off the X, I'm goin' wild They askin' how I get that money, I won't ever tell em' how I ball so hard, go to the lane, I get an and one gettin' fouled Talkin' shit when I'm not here, don't hear a peep when I'm around My boy peekin' out the top, he got a drake, a hundred round Silencer all on his chop so it's gone, shh, don't make a sound