Carti Money Lyrics

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 fuck i'm like bet

I got them both in my bed

My nigga, you know the rest, wait

Rockin' the Alyx, just to go fuck 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 fuck 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