CARTIER MUD

Got Cartier pants, smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah) Got Cartier pants smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah, huhh) Mud babies don't cut ties with the mud (oh my) Tarzan got palm trees on palm trees (oh my) These bad bitches they shiesty from the country That glizzy on me understand me don't try me You pour your heart out to a hoe now we know (yeah) Dropping out of high school is all we know She controlling me it must have been her booty She sent me pictures of toes it was goofy (oh my) Send the nudes, baby send the nudes Send the nudes, baby girl just send me nudes Bitch you got me fucked, think I'm sending bread huh? Bitch you got me fucked, think I'm sending bread huh? Main thing in the backseat doing backflips, can't wife that Passed out I was too numb couldn't do nothing couldn't feel nothing Send Nudes I blue tick I don't want none if you ain't come through Wash that when you come through I'm from mud I ain't going back Credit cards got money stains send a full chicken for some bad bitches I know you see me in the east side doing big things run two labels Bee sting getting C cups that's upgrade from a broke man You cop face in the public that's perjury can't top that Got Cartier pants, smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah) Got Cartier pants smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah, huh) Mud babies don't cut ties with the mud (oh my) Tarzan got palm trees on palm trees (oh my) These bad bitches they shiesty from the country That glizzy on me understand me don't try me Put you on that Jukebox, a hunnid rounds you playing dead Shawty gave me top top and I ain't even aks for head I heard you got some killers in the map, I do a world tour I ain't mean to f*ck the bitch, I heard you gave the world to her I ain't selling dreams, but if I was you getting reimbursed Yeah I know she yours and young homie I done hit it first Made it from the mud, I was dirty than a motherfucker Tryna read a lick, hyroglifics I'm like what the f*ck Got Cartier pants, smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah) Got Cartier pants smell like bands (yeah) I can't do xans, I made plans (yeah, huhh) Mud babies don't cut ties with the mud (oh my) Tarzan got palm trees on palm trees (oh my) These bad bitches they shiesty from the country That glizzy on me understand me don't try me