
New Carti's Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
She never seen a hundred thousand
Dropped the bitch off
And the bitch start pouting
Used to have days
Couldn't afford a chicken sandwich
Sleep was for dinner
Know i had to struggle
But i hated every minute
I had a hundred dollars
That i stretched for a month
Now i spend a hundred dollars
Daily on lunch
Please let me talk my shit
Five thousand for my fit
Swear im speaking for the hopeless
Get up off your ass
Get a bag
Get in motion
Ninety day grind
I swear to god it god lonely
Till i checked my bank account
I got all dead homies
Diamonds in my ear having a beat box battle
Like the twelves in the trunk
Mama told me baby
Dont give a damn or a fuck
They dont like you for being yourself
Fuck em
Hall of frame shopping
New carti's buff em
My bitch built like the logo on a porsche
In high school
You was trying to
Make it in a sport
I was on the court yard
Hand to hand hustling
Boy we been different
Fell out with my nigga over money
He got distant
Now i look back i question
All of his intentions
I done been broke so my grind
Got relentless
Sleep is the cousin of death
Either chase the bag with me
Or you gon get left
Look
I cant be soft
Baby im sorry
I done been scarred
So i turned cold hearted
California dreaming i got visions in a rarri
Pulled her with no jewelry but you paying a deposit
But if her throat deep i put a stack up in her wallet
I cant front
I wont cap
Ill keep it real
Ill blow a bag
Hahahaha
She never seen a hundred thousand
Day i touched my first dollar
Fell in love with counting
Married to the money
But no need to announce it
I put that shit on
They be copying my outfits
I dont want to hear no execuses
Want to see my niggas get the bag and abuse it
We was taking trips on the road getting to it
Prayed to god daily that the police dont pursue us
Know a couple niggas four deep in a buick
Thatll run up in your house and shoot everybody moving
Do you want to ball
Want to be a boss
Take no days off
Hustle or you starve
Nigga