(Schyeah)
Aye Swamp (Swamp Izzo)
I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop-out, pop (schyeah)
Pop-out, schyeah (schyeah)
Pop, pop (yeah)
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop-out, pop (schyeah)
All black mask (yeah), all black gats (schyeah, schyeah)
Break his face (schyeah), do the dash (yeah)
F*ck 'em all (yeah), tat' my face (yeah)
Eat the pussy (yeah), say my grace (schyeah)
In that brand new Wraith, and it's all red (yeah)
All my bitches party, yeah, they off that (yeah)
Off a perc (yeah), out my shirt (yeah)
"He's a jerk" (yeah), been a jerk (what?)
Model ho (yeah), she do it in church (yeah)
I'm a reject, but I'm still turnt (yeah)
Push the f*ckin' dash 'til I see dirt (yeah)
I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hoes are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop-out, pop (schyeah)
Pop-out, schyeah (schyeah)
Pop, pop
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop-out, pop (schyeah)
Aye Swamp
What up baby boy
These f*ck niggas ain't learn yet
I'm really in this motherf*cka with this nigga right now, on my momma
Pop out, pop
Playboi Carti - MUSIC Album Lyrics
Playboi Carti - MUSIC Lyrics
(Featuring Travis Scott, the Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar, Jhené Aiko, Skepta, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, Ty Dolla Sign, Young Thug)
- POP OUT
- CRUSH
- K POP
- EVIL J0RDAN
- MOJO JOJO
- PHILLY
- RADAR
- RATHER LIE
- FINE SHIT
- BACKD00R
- TOXIC
- MUNYUN
- CRANK
- CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE
- GOOD CREDIT
- I SEEEEEE YOU BABY BOI
- WAKE UP F1LTHY
- JUMPIN
- TRIM
- COCAINE NOSE
- WE NEED ALL DA VIBES
- OLYMPIAN
- OPM BABI
- Twin Trim
- LIKE WEEZY
- DIS 1 GOT IT
- WALK
- HBA
- OVERLY
- SOUTH ATLANTA BABY
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
CRUSH
[ Featuring Travis Scott ]
Yeah, yeah, uh-uh
Woo, yeah (phew), yeah (phew)
Woo, yeah (Carti)
Woo
Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (phew)
Shawty gon' let me crush, let me, let me crush (phew)
Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (phew)
Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush (phew)
Shawty gon' let me crush
Shawty gon' let me- fuss, let me fuss
Give no f*cks, give no f*cks (schyeah)
Give no f*cks (yeah, yeah)
Shawty gon' let me crush (crush her shit, crush it)
Shawty gon' let me crush (crush her shit) (shawty gon' let me crush)
Shawty gon' let me crush (crush her shit)
Shawty gon' let me crush (crush her shit)
Shawty gon' let me-
Shawty gon' let me crush
Let me crush, yeah
Crush it
Crush it, yeah
Crush it
Crush it
Shawty gon' let me crush
Crush it
Shawty gon' let me- (crush it)
Shawty gon' let me crush (crush it)
Shawty gon' let me crush
Shawty gon' let me crush (woo)
No mercy, not us, no fuss, not us (woo)
It's only us, in God we trust (it's lit)
Who's the best? Pussy (puss)
Straight up
Straight up
Straight up
Swamp Izzo
Yeah
Hit on it, yeah (phew), hit on it, yeah (phew) (Carti)
Hit on it (phew) (Izzo), hit on it, yeah (phew)
Hit on it (phew) (Carti), hit on it (schyeah) (Swamp Izzo)
Hit on it (schyeah, schyeah) hit on it (schyeah)
Schyeah, what if you hit on it schyeah
F*ckin' Felicia, I hit that bitch like a deer
Heatin' that ho, I'ma D her
Eat it up, bitch, you an eater
Run in that bitch with a heater
Run in that bitch with a heater
Me and my bitch out the meter
Me and my twin out the meter (said what?)
Two mil' for a feature
Me and Trav' over Adidas
Been havin' stripes, nigga
Two cats and they bleed uw
Mix and match designer, nigga
Backdoor type of nigga
Set you up with a bitch (wake up, F1LTHY)
I'm in Atlanta with my blick, huh
I'm in Atlanta with my feet up
In Westside, twist my fingers, schyeah
Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (let me crush)
Shawty gon' let me crush (let me crush), let me crush her shit (crush her shit)
Shawty gon' let me crush (schyeah)
Let me crush, let me crush
Give no f*cks, give no f*cks
Give no f*cks, yeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jacques Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
K POP
You niggas don't love me, your bitch wanna f*ck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She f*ckin' with a dime, I'm f*ckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm f*ckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah
I said, "Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a f*ck 'bout luck"
Ah, hah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy on his dulla
She wanna f*ck for the moolah
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
Hood-rich as f*ck, just livin'
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself
I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Got a bitch wanna f*ck on the gang
Shit, put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason Chase
I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it
You on the internet, boy, stop, boy
I'm in the field with cleats, Sig in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
Nigga tried to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She f*ckin' with a dime, I'm f*ckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm f*ckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah
I said, "Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a f*ck 'bout luck"
Ah, hah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy on his dulla
She wanna f*ck for the moolah
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just layin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
Hood-rich as f*ck, just livin'
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself
I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Got a bitch wanna f*ck on the gang
Shit, put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason Chase
I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it
You on the internet, boy, stop, boy
I'm in the field with cleats, Sig in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
Nigga tried to pop his pain, put two in his brain, blow up the fort
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
EVIL J0RDAN
Begging on her knees to be popular
First I go whip out the boat
No, I can't hit on no brakes
My life is out of control
I'm tellin' you, nobody safe
I've been livin' my life limbo
My ice, it came with a tray
I'm so high, I gotta hide my face
This not a rockstar phase
I'm a emo thug in my phase
Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go change
Monkey nuts, hold me, baby, I got on two chains
Roll another blunt and I might motherf*ckin' faint
Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained
I just put on my boots, ain't worried 'bout no rain
Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page
You was just askin' for some change, now you changed
Yeah, I told you, yeah, about that money, shit get strange
Fully loaded Jag, hold up, baby, Jordan paid
I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim
They can't put me in no genre, baby, 'cause I changed the game
We f*ckin' on the same ho, but we not the same
Disrespect the 5, I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)
Bitch keep callin' my phone, she sayin' Ms Jackson goin' through her brain (Carti)
We was just outside dancin', movin' on molly, feelin' insane (he's comin')
I f*cked the bitch so nasty, we go Sephora, yeah, then we go Pink
She not so f*ckin' toxic, and she care about what I think
She's nothin' like no other bitches, she care about what I drink
I think she's a fling
I think she's a playmaker
She should be on my team
She should get her a ring
Shit, it can't be me
But she can be on the team
Diamonds, they come out the water
My sock, it come with a ring
The Wraith came with the chauffeur
The chauffeur ready to take me
I am the music
First I go whip out the boat
No, I can't hit on no brakes
My life is out of control
I'm tellin' you, nobody safe
I've been livin' my life limbo
My ice, it came with a tray
I'm so high, I gotta hide my face
This not a rockstar phase
I'm a emo thug in my phase
Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go change
Monkey nuts, hold me, baby, I got on two chains
Roll another blunt and I might motherf*ckin' faint
Spin on the block, have a pussy nigga stained
I just put on my boots, ain't worried 'bout no rain
Put a nigga down, Channel 2 front page
You was just askin' for some change, now you changed
Yeah, I told you, yeah, about that money, shit get strange
Fully loaded Jag, hold up, baby, Jordan paid
I put duct tape on my switch, perfect aim
They can't put me in no genre, baby, 'cause I changed the game
We f*ckin' on the same ho, but we not the same
Disrespect the 5, I put your ass in the food chain (Swamp Izzo)
Bitch keep callin' my phone, she sayin' Ms Jackson goin' through her brain (Carti)
We was just outside dancin', movin' on molly, feelin' insane (he's comin')
I f*cked the bitch so nasty, we go Sephora, yeah, then we go Pink
She not so f*ckin' toxic, and she care about what I think
She's nothin' like no other bitches, she care about what I drink
I think she's a fling
I think she's a playmaker
She should be on my team
She should get her a ring
Shit, it can't be me
But she can be on the team
Diamonds, they come out the water
My sock, it come with a ring
The Wraith came with the chauffeur
The chauffeur ready to take me
I am the music
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
MOJO JOJO
Ayy Carti I need that back to the future Carti
I need that four alien Carti
I need that P, P, P, P
Extra-terrestrial Carti you know
Just like that Carti, you know
Just like that Cart'
Ooh, back in high school, I was wearin' Polo (I was wearin' Polo)
Uh, had a white bitch like Julz, but she ain't a model (but she a what?)
I'm smashin' on all the hoes, Mojo Jojo (Mojo Jojo)
You play with that motherf*ckin' fire, we go loco (we go dummy)
I can't believe my eyes, so I wear a Go-Pro (so I went Go-Pro)
Uh, I'm on 25, f*ck the po-po (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
I told you lil' baby, I'm ready, I'm on go-go (I'm on go)
Try to play with my top, I hit your soul (brrt, brrt, bee, bee, bee, let's get it)
Sticks out the window, woah (like woah)
My arm out the window, ho, woah (you ho)
Swaggin' like Winslow, woah (you ho)
Baby, your winds gettin' low (get low)
She's a different breed (breed), made her my favorite ho (bitch)
I got a house everywhere (huh, huh), but I ain't got a favorite home (five homes)
Changin' my moods all day (all day), still tryna find my zone (my zone)
Still tryna find my home, they still tryna steal my tone (my tone)
Still tryna steal my bitches, they still tryna steal my clothes (say what?)
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (oh my God, he a)
Stop callin' my phone like you know me (bitch, stop calling me)
Uh, ice on my neck, two hundred thirty (brrt)
On my own pace, not a hurry (no rush, you ho)
She a home team type vibe (hmm), tell the bitch come and hurry (hurry)
Ride the dick like a Harley (Harley), rockstar Makaveli (skrrt)
Bad bitch, I make her jerk me (what?), F*ck it, I'm goin' three for three
Stella the Coco iced tea
Bitch, I'm rich as f*ck, uh, that's why everybody being nice to me (hi, hi)
You can get next (what?), You can get blessed, huh (brrt)
Let me check somethin' (let's get it), let me shake somethin' (let's get it)
You can get next (what?), You can get blessed, huh (brrt)
Let me check somethin' (let's get it), let me shake somethin'
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon
I been like this, since I was in the womb (hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey)
I need that four alien Carti
I need that P, P, P, P
Extra-terrestrial Carti you know
Just like that Carti, you know
Just like that Cart'
Ooh, back in high school, I was wearin' Polo (I was wearin' Polo)
Uh, had a white bitch like Julz, but she ain't a model (but she a what?)
I'm smashin' on all the hoes, Mojo Jojo (Mojo Jojo)
You play with that motherf*ckin' fire, we go loco (we go dummy)
I can't believe my eyes, so I wear a Go-Pro (so I went Go-Pro)
Uh, I'm on 25, f*ck the po-po (f*ck 'em, f*ck 'em)
I told you lil' baby, I'm ready, I'm on go-go (I'm on go)
Try to play with my top, I hit your soul (brrt, brrt, bee, bee, bee, let's get it)
Sticks out the window, woah (like woah)
My arm out the window, ho, woah (you ho)
Swaggin' like Winslow, woah (you ho)
Baby, your winds gettin' low (get low)
She's a different breed (breed), made her my favorite ho (bitch)
I got a house everywhere (huh, huh), but I ain't got a favorite home (five homes)
Changin' my moods all day (all day), still tryna find my zone (my zone)
Still tryna find my home, they still tryna steal my tone (my tone)
Still tryna steal my bitches, they still tryna steal my clothes (say what?)
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (oh my God, he a)
Stop callin' my phone like you know me (bitch, stop calling me)
Uh, ice on my neck, two hundred thirty (brrt)
On my own pace, not a hurry (no rush, you ho)
She a home team type vibe (hmm), tell the bitch come and hurry (hurry)
Ride the dick like a Harley (Harley), rockstar Makaveli (skrrt)
Bad bitch, I make her jerk me (what?), F*ck it, I'm goin' three for three
Stella the Coco iced tea
Bitch, I'm rich as f*ck, uh, that's why everybody being nice to me (hi, hi)
You can get next (what?), You can get blessed, huh (brrt)
Let me check somethin' (let's get it), let me shake somethin' (let's get it)
You can get next (what?), You can get blessed, huh (brrt)
Let me check somethin' (let's get it), let me shake somethin'
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon
I been like this, since I was in the womb (hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (hey)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
PHILLY
[ Featuring Travis Scott ]
Brand-new ass and brand-new nose
(Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Wow
Brand-new ass and brand-new nose, let's go (let's go)
Bend it over, touch your toes, let's go (touch your toes)
Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (fifty-five)
Lambo' truck on SRT, let's go (skrrt, skrrt)
Brand-new eyes, brand-new nose, let's go (let's go)
Bend it over, touch your toes, let's go (touch your toes)
Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (ha, ha)
Lambo' truck on SRT, let's go (wow)
Seein' red on my cup, I'm seein' red (it's lit)
She off that white, I'm rollin' green, let's go (straight up)
Philly bitch, keep it a beam, let's go, uh (let's go, uh)
Atlanta bitch, a magic sheep, that's goat (ha)
Cali' tek, to give you mop, that's top (top)
Seen her turn up, bunch of rocks, to snots
Makin' Hip Hop look like Rock on Jack, uh, yeah
Blowin' gas, 'boutta crap, don't do pounds of blocks (hippy)
Make these sneaks under my socks so I can walk the spot (hippy)
Ice up my bitches, that's too funny 'cause I like 'em hot
Who the f*ck is up? Is f*ckin' with the camp
The cact', the vamp (the vamp), I'm like a broken bat (bat)
I'm back, I snap, ain't really goin' back and forth, that's that
You make my blunt canoe, can't pass to you
Sip purple with me, we screwed
Diamonds all over my body, molly all over my body
My face, it's all in exotics, might cancel one of my fallots
I been geekin' in the sky like a pilot
She got a face card so she got balance
I got ten cars outside the palace
And the Skeleton, all white Bentley
If you scared, go to church, lil' bitch, we outside tweakin' rollin' Narguiles
Everythin' upside down, shawty, I feel it, I'm talkin' 'bout F1lthy, uh
I'm in that mode, pop this shit off and get litty, uh
The bats got mold, I need a spot in the city
In the car with two blickies and they both got titties, uh
I place one in your head, I'm tryna hop
I got a Ghost on my leg ready to bop
He can't post 'cause he dead
Brand-new ass and brand-new nose, let's go (let's go)
Bend it over, touch your toes, let's go (touch your toes)
Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (fifty-five)
Lambo' truck on SRT, let's go (skrrt, skrrt)
Brand-new eyes, brand-new nose, let's go (let's go)
Bend it over, touch your toes, let's go (touch your toes)
Fifty big ones on the floor, that's go (ha, ha)
Lambo' truck on SRT, let's go (wow)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jacques Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
RADAR
Metro
Metro
Schyeah, Benz in the backyard
So hot, hit the radar
Stepping in Van Cleef, yeah, I got a G-Star
Woah, cash on the floor, yeah, got me pissed off
I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off
It's a hundred thousand for the jet, schyeah, I'm 'bout to take off (Swamp Izzo)
Bitches tryna throw me sex, I told that lil' ho' that she gotta chill out
Roam in Texas with the stick, I pray my lil' bitch, she gon' bail out (Swamp Izzo)
I'm fresh in the building, schyeah (Swamp-)
She tryna wait for the deal (Swamp-)
All black mask for the kill (Swamp-)
I just got numb, no feel (Swamp-)
Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live
She said my music is a gift
Bring her back, call a Lyft
Schyeah, schyeah
I just been swaggin' out
All of my bitches, they bad, they goddesses, you know that
All of my shooters are Haitian, hold up, bitch, you should know that (Carti)
Running with a whole lot of sticks (Carti), running with a whole lot of bitches (Carti)
Whole lot of bitches suck dick (Carti), whole lot of bitch suck dick, uh
Whole lot of bitches get dick (it's Carti world), whole lot of bitches hold dick (ha, hit some)
Schyeah
I'm fresh in the building, schyeah
She tryna wait for the deal
All black mask with the kill
I just got numb, no feel
Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live
She said my music is a gift
Bring her back, call a Lyft
Swamp Izzo
Metro
Metro
Schyeah
Carti, Carti
Carti, Carti
Metro
Schyeah, Benz in the backyard
So hot, hit the radar
Stepping in Van Cleef, yeah, I got a G-Star
Woah, cash on the floor, yeah, got me pissed off
I'm so pissed off, I'm so pissed off
It's a hundred thousand for the jet, schyeah, I'm 'bout to take off (Swamp Izzo)
Bitches tryna throw me sex, I told that lil' ho' that she gotta chill out
Roam in Texas with the stick, I pray my lil' bitch, she gon' bail out (Swamp Izzo)
I'm fresh in the building, schyeah (Swamp-)
She tryna wait for the deal (Swamp-)
All black mask for the kill (Swamp-)
I just got numb, no feel (Swamp-)
Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live
She said my music is a gift
Bring her back, call a Lyft
Schyeah, schyeah
I just been swaggin' out
All of my bitches, they bad, they goddesses, you know that
All of my shooters are Haitian, hold up, bitch, you should know that (Carti)
Running with a whole lot of sticks (Carti), running with a whole lot of bitches (Carti)
Whole lot of bitches suck dick (Carti), whole lot of bitch suck dick, uh
Whole lot of bitches get dick (it's Carti world), whole lot of bitches hold dick (ha, hit some)
Schyeah
I'm fresh in the building, schyeah
She tryna wait for the deal
All black mask with the kill
I just got numb, no feel
Everybody get to live, she just said she want to live
She said my music is a gift
Bring her back, call a Lyft
Swamp Izzo
Metro
Metro
Schyeah
Carti, Carti
Carti, Carti
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Leland Tyler Wayne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
RATHER LIE
[ Featuring The Weeknd ]
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we laugh then they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love
Oh, I'd rather (wake up, F1LTHY)
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you
She wanna f*ck, let's make up
If she got a problem, tell her say somethin' (schyeah)
House in the hills, we could lay up (schyeah)
Bae, you could stay, we could play fun
She don't do much, just lie
Anything she want, I can get done
Hundred thousand racks in the bando (schyeah)
Hundred thousand racks in the bando
She want a break and I get that
She tryna leave, told me she- uh
Said that she leavin', she wanna- uh
I'm off a bean, it's killin' me- uh
She get right back then we bool
At the top, we could swim in the pool
In the penthouse, I'm lovin' on you
Said she f*ckin', she f*ckin' with me, yeah
Oh, you already know I'd lie to you than lose and break your heart
I'd rather tell you a lie than tell you the truth and leave you stuck (schyeah)
How you gon' take it this far?
Baby, know that you f*cked with a star (yeah)
Baby, know that you f*cked with a star (yeah)
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we laugh then they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love (hahaha)
Oh, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather
I'm back on the track gettin' off like this
I'm back on the lean, I'ma talk like this
I'm back on that shit, I'ma walk like this
House got a view, we could f*ck like this
Niggas get mad when I talk that shit
Niggas be mad, get up off this bitch (hol' on)
This nigga mad 'cause I f*cked her
Bagged me a cougar, I'm younger
I'm diggin' deep like a plunger
I took her panties up off her
Ever since I was a child, how you happy then get mad? (Schyeah)
But I want you bad, and she wanna make up
I might just tell you like this true love, give you my kidney
Wrist filled up, money I'm spending
I'm off the lean and molly at the same damn time, I couldn't stay up (what)
Wrist in the freezer
I'ma cash out 'cause you mine
I'ma pull up, get behind you
All of that ass, let me bite that
Give you my card, tell you, "Swipe that"
It wasn't you, it's me, it ain't me, it's you
I know it's hard to see but I'd rather lie than lose
I'd rather, I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl (Swamp Izzo, hahaha)
I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl
Truth is, we laugh then they want us gone
Truth is, they can't handle me at the top
I'd rather spare you the details, my love
Oh, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie (wake up, F1LTHY)
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you, I'd rather lie
I'd rather, I'd rather
I'd rather lie than lose you
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Abel Tesfaye
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
FINE SHIT
Hey, my bitch so bad she can't even go outside
My bitch so bad she can't even post online, huh
Don't say you'll ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, huh, huh
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die
I went too high for this, I might go live, huh, huh
Take ten hoes out the country and now you tan
I'm geeked, I'm lit on tour, I'm off them beans, yeah
Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah
Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah
Might blow the whole advance on brand new chain
Bitch f*ck me dive in low, come take the game
Huh, huh, yeah
My bitch so bad she can't even go outside (huh, huh)
My bitch so bad she can't even go online (huh, huh)
Don't say you ride for me, no, lil' bitch, you ride (huh)
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die (yeah)
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die (huh)
Die, die, die
In New York, I stepped in my Timbs, I can't feel my limbs
I just canceled one of my shows to watch me in film, uh-uh
I got a whole-ass dance floor, babe, I gotta put on a film
I buy that ho a lot of clothes, but she love her Skims
That money gon' talk
Hey, my bitch so bad she can't even go outside
My bitch so bad she can't even online, huh
Don't say you'll ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, huh, huh
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die, huh, huh
My bitch so bad she can't even post online, huh
Don't say you'll ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, huh, huh
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die
I went too high for this, I might go live, huh, huh
Take ten hoes out the country and now you tan
I'm geeked, I'm lit on tour, I'm off them beans, yeah
Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah
Take one pill out in Ibiza, now she a fiend, yeah
Might blow the whole advance on brand new chain
Bitch f*ck me dive in low, come take the game
Huh, huh, yeah
My bitch so bad she can't even go outside (huh, huh)
My bitch so bad she can't even go online (huh, huh)
Don't say you ride for me, no, lil' bitch, you ride (huh)
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die (yeah)
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die (huh)
Die, die, die
In New York, I stepped in my Timbs, I can't feel my limbs
I just canceled one of my shows to watch me in film, uh-uh
I got a whole-ass dance floor, babe, I gotta put on a film
I buy that ho a lot of clothes, but she love her Skims
That money gon' talk
Hey, my bitch so bad she can't even go outside
My bitch so bad she can't even online, huh
Don't say you'll ride for me, lil' bitch, just ride, huh, huh
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die
Don't say you'll die for me, lil' bitch, just die, huh, huh
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Cashmere Small
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
BACKD00R
[ Featuring Kendrick Lamar ]
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
Backdoor, backdoor
Let's go, let's go
She a good girl, tell her, "Let go"
She can't take it, I'm a monster, no more, schyeah
Play with the munyuns, Dior
Huh, live life on the hill like a senior
Uh, don't play with me, gangsta, I don't see ya
Uh, I stay with the ten, she Aaliyah, uh
It's a whole bunch of doves, we ain't cheetah
Ooh
I'ma make it back and probably spend it all on you
Come through from the back so don't nobody talk
I put them VVs on your decolleté, girl you feel nauseous
Bitches best stay in their place, move around with caution
VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm
Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor, yeah
Backdoor, backdoor
Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Members only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Vamp life, spooky, vamp life, spooky, yeah
I stay with the ten, she Aaliyah, uh
It's a whole bunch of doves, we ain't cheetah
Your whole gang just told, who's your leader?
My ho gas me up, cheerleader
Take me a cup, schyeah
Me and lil' twin locked in, ain't worried 'bout nothin' (schyeah-schyeah-schyeah-schyeah)
You open your face, lil' bitch, get hit with this gun, schyeah
It's opium farm, I'm raising this bitch like some dons, schyeah
I'm a bomb, I'm Osama, I'm blunt, ah yeah
It's a chase, get a 'K, hit his chest, hit his waist
What you say? What you say? I'm a vibe, and a sensei
Backdoor, backdoor
Ooh
I'ma make it back and probably spend it all on you
Come through from the back so don't nobody talk
I put them VVs on your decolleté, girl you feel nauseous
Bitches best stay in their place, move around with caution
VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm
Baby, pull up through the backdoor, backdoor, yeah
Backdoor, backdoor
Turn the lights down, I'm slidin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Members only, ridin' through the backdoor, backdoor
Vamp life, spooky, vamp life, spooky, yeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
TOXIC
[ Featuring Skepta ]
Uh, the moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
Uh, the moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit (lil' Carti, lil' Carti)
I got too much profit
Uh, I just spent the Bakchich
I just brought a brand new Jeep (yeah)
And I brought a SRT (yeah)
And I brought a AMG
I just got a brand new fleet (yeah)
I just f*cked a brand new freak (yeah)
And she got them titties did
And she got that ass did
White diamonds, caucasian (yeah)
Every day, amazing (yeah)
My new bitch a Blasian
I f*ck her like I'm crazy
Try to rep my gang, you not my gang, I might just take it (yeah)
Homicide, we killin' everything (yeah), we keep it gangsta
Uh, the moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
Uh, the moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I study the streets, how you gonna go to war with a genius?
This ain't community service, but I came in with them street sweepers
Your boyfriend is a follower, why don't you come roll with the leaders?
She told me she loves me, ha, woah, I told her, "I'm speechless"
I'm The Omen, heart is frozen, if it ain't fam', I got no emotions
Like poker, when I poke 'em, wireless texts, just hold 'em
We got the club goin' up like Makkonen
Everyday, we're cashin' 'em checks, Big Smoke, you know the slogan
I need a million dollars, I need a million euros
I need a million pound, your wifey ringin' me down
She said I was trash, you feelin' me now
Uh, Playboi, tell 'em, I broke America, big in the east
I'm big in the west, I'm big in the south
Big racks, they jump out the house
The moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
Uh, the moshpit, been toxic
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
I got too much profit
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Joseph Adenuga
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
MUNYUN
You gotta be livin' up under a rock if you don't know my voice
Swamp Izzo
I am music
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
I got from me they ain't ever played on the court
Big we're here, yours looking short
Diamonds in my ears, I can't see her the door
Got her on her heels, she want some more
Bring them bitches here, I ain't going to a lore (Carti)
Bring my demons, yeah, let 'em niggas learn
(Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha)
Let the work- schyeah
Waist in the- schyeah
Black in the- schyeah (Carti)
Slime thug, yeah
Worry about opps, they all dead
(Let's go back in)
I just got blocked
Molly make me lock (Carti)
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
(Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
That double cup love
I need me some more
(Ayy, you now locked in with the flyest nigga on planet Earth)
Swamp Izzo
I am music
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
I got from me they ain't ever played on the court
Big we're here, yours looking short
Diamonds in my ears, I can't see her the door
Got her on her heels, she want some more
Bring them bitches here, I ain't going to a lore (Carti)
Bring my demons, yeah, let 'em niggas learn
(Ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha, ha)
Let the work- schyeah
Waist in the- schyeah
Black in the- schyeah (Carti)
Slime thug, yeah
Worry about opps, they all dead
(Let's go back in)
I just got blocked
Molly make me lock (Carti)
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
(Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
That double cup love
I need me some more
She send me some, when she get bored
Buy it in cash, put it on the floor (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes (Swamp Izzo)
Came a long way, still can't believe I made Forbes
That double cup love
I need me some more
(Ayy, you now locked in with the flyest nigga on planet Earth)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
CRANK
Uh, back in the day, huh-huh (ha, ha, ha, ha)
We used to play, uh-huh
Now we so all there
My bitches are all there (Swamp Izzo)
Drivin' the cold blow (ha, ha, ha)
My bitches are pop, ooh
My vibes are tough, hoes
I leave her, she slam doors
Closed casket, woah-woah
Big bank, jumbo
Look how fast, look at my dash, f*ck up the turbo (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Ap glass, they send me a bag and I went to Soho
Ice on my wrist, I got a rich ho
She blowin' minds, this ho a lil' freak ho
I told a ho, "Slow it up 'cause you got a free throat"
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp Izzo)
Free throat
Free throat (ah)
Free throat
I'm tryna see where you went at (ha)
I'm tryna see if you winnin' (ha)
How you tryna f*ck up the money (ha, ha)
And still ask a nigga for pennies?
I cook on you hoes like Beni'
Every day, I'm off limits (yes, sir)
Double O, YB bidness
Drank all in my kidneys (Swamp)
I'm sorry that I called you bitch, you already know I go looking for shit (Swamp)
I'm richer than all my opps (ha)
That's a big plot twist (ha)
I'm prayin' for all my opps while I'm hawking for my next bitch (ha, ha)
Oh, you prayin' for them motherf*ckers now, Carti?
Yeah, they got a death wish
Yeah, he gotta go, bitch (ah)
And I know he know this (ah)
They said that he ran out the club, bitch, and I was late to notice (ah)
That double-O five sittin' on my back, bitch, it ain't hard to notice
If I seen that pussy alive, leave him alive, I'm focused
Alive, alive, alive, alive
She want the check before the neck, respect (ah)
She want the check before the neck, respect (ah)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp Izzo)
Free throat
Free throat
Free throat
Free throat
We used to play, uh-huh
Now we so all there
My bitches are all there (Swamp Izzo)
Drivin' the cold blow (ha, ha, ha)
My bitches are pop, ooh
My vibes are tough, hoes
I leave her, she slam doors
Closed casket, woah-woah
Big bank, jumbo
Look how fast, look at my dash, f*ck up the turbo (let's go, let's go, let's go)
Ap glass, they send me a bag and I went to Soho
Ice on my wrist, I got a rich ho
She blowin' minds, this ho a lil' freak ho
I told a ho, "Slow it up 'cause you got a free throat"
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp Izzo)
Free throat
Free throat (ah)
Free throat
I'm tryna see where you went at (ha)
I'm tryna see if you winnin' (ha)
How you tryna f*ck up the money (ha, ha)
And still ask a nigga for pennies?
I cook on you hoes like Beni'
Every day, I'm off limits (yes, sir)
Double O, YB bidness
Drank all in my kidneys (Swamp)
I'm sorry that I called you bitch, you already know I go looking for shit (Swamp)
I'm richer than all my opps (ha)
That's a big plot twist (ha)
I'm prayin' for all my opps while I'm hawking for my next bitch (ha, ha)
Oh, you prayin' for them motherf*ckers now, Carti?
Yeah, they got a death wish
Yeah, he gotta go, bitch (ah)
And I know he know this (ah)
They said that he ran out the club, bitch, and I was late to notice (ah)
That double-O five sittin' on my back, bitch, it ain't hard to notice
If I seen that pussy alive, leave him alive, I'm focused
Alive, alive, alive, alive
She want the check before the neck, respect (ah)
She want the check before the neck, respect (ah)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp)
Free throat (Swamp Izzo)
Free throat
Free throat
Free throat
Free throat
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE
[ Featuring Travis Scott, Future ]
Wheezy outta here
808 Mafia (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Skeet, skeet
Wide body on the Lambo kit
Wide body, woah
Wide body on the Lambo kit
Wide body, woah
Slatty, woah, woah
Feel like f*ckin' these ratchets
All on your ho, f*ckin' her Rambo, woah, woah
Young ho, been f*ckin' a trapper
Young ho, been f*ckin' a trapper
I don't get into the chatter
Pimpin' ain't dead, they cappin'
She worship a nigga, I'm havin' her
Ask me how I feel, tired, queen
Too many hunnids, can't fit in the room
Blue room, shh, they don't have a room
Went past the trenches and went to the moon
Givenchy, Givenchy from 2002
Pretty lil' model gon' spin through the crew
Choppin' in Prada, bitch tyin' my shoe
Take off her mink on the Patek
She goated, the throat is a goat, you know how it go
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes, woo
Woah
Woah
Landin' off, rr
Uh
Uh
Wrapped 'round her arm, arm
Arm
Woah, woah
Arm
Arm
Big parking
Charge them hoes a fee (woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (charge)
Don't do dumb shit, yeah
Don't do dumb shit
Don't do chicken shit, yeah
Don't do cow shit
Charge them hoes a fee (woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (charge)
Thumb through the hard as shit, yeah
Thumb through the hard as shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah (drive through the city)
Poppin' mad shit, yeah (lookin' for a henchman)
Drive through the city
Lookin' for a what?
I'll put his head in a bag (ha)
I stay blammin'
Yeah, that's me
But you don't know I got a mans (ha)
Gen5 came with the TEC
New Jag 5 with the tags (ah)
I was born ready, ho, red flag (ha)
It was already up, been there (ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (ha, ha)
Jump out the coupe, I might hit up my dental
All of these hunnids, can't believe I'm a felon
There go my shooter, you know I'm rebellin'
Callin' my vibe, she handle my whips
Charge my ho a fee
Charge my ho
Charge my ho a fee
Charge my ho a fee (charge, charge)
Charge my ho a fee (charge, charge)
Charge my ho (schyeah)
Charge my ho a fee (schyeah)
Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin', I'll pay the fees for my Gs (straight up)
Hermes trays and Cartier sprays, I got a whole case for the plane (woah)
Ain't no budget, I'm buggin'
That bitch say you spent twelve million on the stage just to rage (ha)
That's just play money, ain't even playin'
Still remain I'm blocker La Flame
Ain't chargin' the game, I'm chargin' that ho a fee
Charge them hoes a fee (woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge, yeah)
Charge them hoes a fee (woah, charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (charge)
Don't do dumb shit, yeah
Don't do dumb shit
Don't do chicken shit, yeah
Don't do cow shit
Charge them hoes a fee (woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (charge)
Thumb through the hard as shit, yeah
Thumb through the hard as shit
Poppin' mad shit, yeah
Poppin' mad shit, yeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacques Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
GOOD CREDIT
[ Featuring Kendrick Lamar ]
Good credit ('cause I'm-)
Now I'm 'bout to apply for Home Depot credit
Now I got a thirty-five-thousand-dollar credit
We got a temporary receipt
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon' let it slide through
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon' let it slide through
I'm seein' that ho out the water
I'm seein' it came out the lake, look at these diamonds, they water
I'm sayin' I don't wait for no pussy, the pussy on me, I'ma cut her
She tryna be part of my schedule, I told her, "Ho, come back tomorrow"
I been feelin' myself all day, I told lil' twin, "Call Latto"
Oh, piercings all on my lips, you know I can't kiss no ho
Outside, I roll them dice, I'm pourin' two pints on the floor
I was in Paris tryna catch a vibe, I f*cked around and seen a ho
Tattoos all on my face, you know you're not safe
I know killers all in the A, they do what I say
Ho just text my phone, she wanna come vibe, but this not the place
I'm an alien off that molly, I see stars, I see space
He want my swag, I got the whole world on sixes, you too late
I got too many flows, everybody on wait
Once I get on that road, nobody gon' wait
Uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly
Pass out them bodies, movin' them bodies
Pass out them bodies, movin' them bodies
Cheah, I f*cked her crazy, cheah, I f*cked her crazy, crazy
Pass out them bodies, movin' them bodies
Pass out them bodies, movin' them bodies
Sins on my body
Kids on my body and that's on my kids, I kid with nobody, huh
You know what this is, the vamps and the boogies, we jugg through the party
What you listenin' to is that
Homixide, Homixide
The Patek is flooded, but way over budget, I lose it on tour, huh
I would've said, "F*ck you too" but you knew that the list was full, haha, ha, haha, haha
Havin' it my way like Usher, dog
Red and blue diamonds like Gusher, dog
Up score on you niggas like Rucker, dog
I'm sore 'cause I got it off the muscle, dog
Frrah, frrah, slid, slide (the streets ready for this shit right here)
Drop, drop, die, die, kill, kill, watch, watch (Swamp Izzo)
Eliantte go big, white gold link fall on the belly
The emerald cuff for hers and his, that bitch on point like A$AP Relli
I'm talking 'bout- ah
The numbers is nothing, the money is nothing, I really been him, I promise
Say Kenny been heavy out West and I carry the weight, nigga, I'm Luka Dončić
Conspiracy theories is given, but I must admit it, you got the wrong person
They bundlin', man, Chicago slang, which one of you niggas'll merch it?
Merch it, merch it, yeah, merch it
Cardo my evil twin, Carti my evil twin
My skin is smoother, my teeth is whiter, my stride is longer, my thoughts is brighter
The hate get realer, the love get fake, but when you this great, that's how you should like it
Uh, movin' them bodies, uh, movin' them bodies, uh, movin' them bodies
Uh, movin' them bodies, uh, movin' them bodies, uh, movin' them bodies
Too legit to- good credit ('cause I'm quick with the shit)
Now it's time to order a loan card
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Kendrick Lamar Duckworth
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
I SEEEEEE YOU BABY BOI
Schyeah, schyeah
Started from the bottom, schyeah, schyeah
Ain't hard to tell
Yeah, livin' this life out of highs, schyeah
I escaped the fail, schyeah
Schyeah, she gon' know how it feel
I'm humbly over my mills', schyeah
I was tired of bein' in a shell
To sit in the heat, it was feelin' like hell, schyeah
That shit in the cell, can't tuck my tail
Run it up for my baby, everything on sale, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah
I can see your face finally, yeah, I can see it, yeah
Even though that you lied to me, yeah, I can see it, yeah
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah (schyeah)
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah, uh, schyeah
Yeah, how do I know that you down for me? How do I know that you around for me?
How do I know that you bound for me? Baby, would you skip town for me?
Baby, would you lay one down for me? Bitch, would you make gun sounds for me?
Pick it all up, right around for me, schyeah
I don't know
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, instead
Schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah
Started from the bottom, schyeah, schyeah
Ain't hard to tell
Yeah, livin' this life out of highs, schyeah
I escaped the fail, schyeah
Schyeah, she gon' know how it feel
I'm humbly over my mills', schyeah
I was tired of bein' in a shell
To sit in the heat, it was feelin' like hell, schyeah
That shit in the cell, can't tuck my tail
Run it up for my baby, everything on sale, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah
I can see your face finally, yeah, I can see it, yeah
Even though that you lied to me, yeah, I can see it, yeah
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah (schyeah)
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah
Just give me that pussy and don't remind me, 'cause I can see you, yeah, uh, schyeah
Yeah, how do I know that you down for me? How do I know that you around for me?
How do I know that you bound for me? Baby, would you skip town for me?
Baby, would you lay one down for me? Bitch, would you make gun sounds for me?
Pick it all up, right around for me, schyeah
I don't know
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, you wanna be the one to- uh
Instead, you wanna be the one to lie to me
Instead, instead
Schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
WAKE UP F1LTHY
[ Featuring Travis Scott ]
Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up"
Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hoes
Ooh, clockin' that bitch, I got her low
Uh, two in rotation, I'm movin' slow-mo
Jump in that fire, I know I got pole
Uh, pass her La Flame, now she want the O (oh, schyeah)
Drugs in my body, oh yeah, let's go
Oh, hoes in the lobby, oh yeah, let's go
Couple hits to your body, now you smell like mold
Jump out the party, I look like Mitch Modes
I know some bitches that swear they could hit it, they poppin' that shit (ah)
Paint on her pussy, I suck on that titty, I turn on that tit (ah)
Oh, you in Savannah? Come to Atlanta, come hold on this dick
Me and F1LTHY, we gettin' filthy, we so real, gah
Ah, ha, ah, (what? Straight up)
I'm movin' off X, can't feel my head, can't feel my feet
The opps on live, they tellin' lies, why y'all speak?
It's double-O five, we mob tied, leavin' 'em weak, ha (wow)
Pass me something, ease my soul (soul, soul)
Two rotations 'round they go
Only me and them I know, oh, oh
She gon' flip, she go berserk (flip, flip)
She a freak, I make her squirt (ooh)
I took two and now I'm turnt (ooh)
F*cked La Flame and now she burn
Please, tell that bitch to beat it
Told her act like though you did it
This is madness when I'm dizzy
Different bodies comin' in and out and take my Glock, they switches
I f*cked the lobby when we go, damn, it's 4 am, I'm lit
Shawty,so pour inside my lemonade, I'm tryin' not to twitch (twitch)
Jays out in the street (street), feet up at your six (six, let's go)
I'm up, I don't tell the time
I come from the city of pop, junkie and them bowls
When she done mixin' mine (skrrt)
She give me that sixty-nine while I play six-four
Uh, F1LTHY said, "Wake up, wake up" (wow)
Uh, had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
Racks on me, racks up, racks up
Uh, money on the floor, different hoes
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Jacques Webster
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
JUMPIN
[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]
Let's go, let's go
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga)
Oxy, molly, Oxy, Oxy, Oxy, molly, I see bodies (yeah)
I see dead niggas, yeah, I see bodies, I see bodies (hmm)
Perc' 10, different watches, Ben 10, shit, I got it (yeah)
Hydro, throwin' fours, couple of niggas kept it solid
Srt got pinks in it (yeah), double cup got pink in it
Pink diamond my pinky (yeah), pink slip on the AMG
Pink Tape, Pink Tape (yeah), Pink Tape, Pink Tape (yeah)
Pink Tape, Pink Tape (what? Yeah), Pink Tape, Pink Tape (yeah, huh)
Hahaha (hahaha)
One Lamb', three straights (skrrt)
Redbone, pink face, vacay, pink lake
Double cup, pink drank, fast Wraith, let's race (skrrt)
Sex date, Frosted Flake, Tony Tiger, gr-r-reat
Cullinan, pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew-pew, came with a Carbon in it (don't do that, my nigga)
7.62 came with carbine in it, I am becomin' a narcissist (yeah)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga, uh)
I'm jumpin' off drugs, I'm jumpin' off drugs, ooh (don't do that, my nigga)
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
TRIM
[ Featuring Future ]
Yeah, yeah
Put it up, haha, uh-huh
Nah, for real (yeah)
Time to take Pluto to Herman Road (sound like some mixtape shit, for real)
Shit gettin' real spooky out here
The Marni leather, in the hills like Eddie
I'm rockin' baguetties, you niggas is petty
You bitches is petty, I'm comin' correcty
I come with machetes, I'm cuttin' shit up (yeah)
I feel the betrayal, I'm ready to lay on 'em
Ready to spray on 'em, f*ck on yo' ho (woah)
I'm pushin' the Spec', got the stars in the door
I got one of those, my bitches be cold (Swamp Izzo)
She feelin' my presence, I put on a presi'
She rockin' baguetties, she f*ckin' with me
She rockin' new Kelly, I put on the jetty
I'm good on the fetty, my cash is steady
I get it geeked, it ain't nothin' to be said
These niggas be goofy, they look like the feds
I couldn't fit it and still and went got it
Just look at the Bugattis, I'm goin' too crazy (Swamp Izzo)
Walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest
I'm walkin' with Xannies, I gotta be honest (walkin' with Xannies)
I'm keepin' it a thousand, it's over a hundred
I got this shit bunkin', I turned it back up (got this shit fire)
I been on that demon time, ready to roll
The finer the China you put on yo' nose
I don't need no stylist, I'm front of the Vogue
I bought a new mansion, it's just for the clothes
Break up a four, it's nothin' to explain (woah)
Chrome Heart accessory, ain't have to explain (woah)
Call when you ready, ain't nun' to explain
I done bossed bitches up, it ain't nothin' to explain
Can't put me down, you will never be claimed (I got it, woah)
Shawty been reppin', she promise she gang (I got it, woah)
I'm on some king shit, nigga too lame (I got it, woah)
Really I'm trim, just bought me a plane (really I'm trim)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (really I'm trim, I bossed her)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Southside Atlanta, baby, really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (Mr Bust Down himself, really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood (who f*ckin' with us?), Ain't no bappin' (renegade 5, really, I'm trim)
I'ma blow up (ah), I'ma blow up (ah)
Got two on 'em (really I'm trim, ha)
Double-0 (double-0) double-0 (double-0)
Double-0 (double-0, really, I'm trim)
I got your ho, she gon' trim with the opp (really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Bendin' my opps I done
I'm bendin' my opps I done smoked
I got pints of the fent' on the floor (On the floor, really I'm trim)
I'm havin' sex on the jet, no coach (no coach)
She throw me cat, I pull a bag on the ho (ah, really, I'm trim, Swamp Izzo)
Half of these hoes are jokes (we lap that shit up, nigga, really, I'm trim)
Watch how I touch the floor (go, go)
She know how to talk, let's go (go, 5)
Body like woah-woah (Trim, trim, trim, 5)
I stay diamond, go (5, really I'm trim)
I'm in that wide shit, hold up (5)
I'm in that wide (5, really, I'm trim, 5)
I whip out this Hen, I whip out the woah (you know what the f*ck this is?, Really, I'm trim)
Carti on trim like ebola (5)
Thirty-five hunnid a soldier (5, really, I'm trim)
North Face ski mask rollin' (5)
I'm on that, Santan', molly (really, I'm trim), lookin' like doja (5)
Double-0-5, double-0-5 (Swamp Izzo), woah, put 'em on a poster (really, I'm trim, 5)
I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (really, I'm trim)
I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (really, I'm trim)
On Colorado shopping, goin' to Aspen (really, I'm trim)
I'm the richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (really, I'm trim)
You got the whole motherf*ckin' world sayin' trim
Swamp Izzo
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Nayvadius Wilburn
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
COCAINE NOSE
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
Schyeah
All I do is win, all I do is car spin
Head shots at your brain, put a bitch in the food chain (schyeah)
Gucci snakes, hol' up, with Slime on the plane
Stay with a hoodrat, yeah, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah
Food chain, food chain, schyeah
Medusa snakes on the airplane
She a hood bitch with somethin' to gain
I'm goin' out with a f*ckin' bang
She can't wait, she wanna tat my name
Gucci socks where I stash the blade
I'm puttin' cash in a what? I don't play
Tried to speed it off? I don't play
Maybach on the floor? I don't play (uh)
Her man's Johnny Dang
In Houston sippin' drank
All muscle, what you think?
Cigarettes for the pain
You not a thug, you playin'
My old lady give me cake, she said she want me for the fame
Then I take your money, baby, sit and watch a nigga drank
It's Opium, schyeah, movin' like Jay and Dame
I don't listen to nobody, f*ck 'em, I'm like Kane
Trips, trips, trips, schyeah
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose (schyeah)
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose (schyeah)
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
All I do is win, all I do is car spin
Head shots at your brain, put a bitch in the food chain (schyeah)
Gucci snakes, hol' up, with Slime on the plane
Stay with a hoodrat, yeah, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah, schyeah
Food chain, food chain, schyeah
Medusa snakes on the airplane
She a hood bitch with somethin' to gain
I'm goin' out with a f*ckin' bang
She can't wait, she wanna tat my name
Gucci socks where I stash the blade
I'm puttin' cash in a what? I don't play
Tried to speed it off? I don't play
Maybach on the floor? I don't play (uh)
Her man's Johnny Dang
In Houston sippin' drank
All muscle, what you think?
Cigarettes for the pain
You not a thug, you playin'
My old lady give me cake, she said she want me for the fame
Then I take your money, baby, sit and watch a nigga drank
It's Opium, schyeah, movin' like Jay and Dame
I don't listen to nobody, f*ck 'em, I'm like Kane
Trips, trips, trips, schyeah
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose (schyeah)
Cocaine nose, cocaine nose (schyeah)
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah, schyeah
Schyeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
WE NEED ALL DA VIBES
[ Featuring Young Thug, Ty Dolla $ign ]
(Wheezy outta here)
Yeah, see the way we poppin'
They tryna see the way we poppin'
Yeah, yeah
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucin'
We made a couple mil' then we spent it, I'm just flodgin'
I make sure that she vibin', I make sure that they vibin' (woah, woah)
Yeah, I put my bitches in somethin' fleek (Scotti'), just to cross the street
Let one of these niggas play with her (yeah), I'm gon' belt to cheek
Shotgun for waist, new physique (yeah), like she don't eat
Cashed out Bentley for my bae (yeah), ain't no need to lease
This ain't no G-Shock baby (huh?), This Philippe (ooh, yeah)
Heard they talkin' out they neck, feelin' froggy, gon' leap (Scotti')
I done made too many Ms to stop this flexin', woah, woah
I can't choose which one I wanna f*ck, just bring them both out (yeah)
All that attitude, that bubblegum be poppin' (yeah, oh, yeah)
Like we handcuffed, shawty know we locked in (Scotti', woah-woah)
She get everything she want, she know I'm splurging (yeah-yeah)
I don't wonder what she doin', 'cause she saucin'
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucin'
We made a couple mil' then we spent it, I'm just flodgin'
I make sure that she vibin', I make sure that they vibin'
I don't wanna know, I'm too rich to know
Half a million in my ears, I can't listen, no
Green diamonds now your wrist all pissy now
And I'm ballin' on these pussy niggas, chemo
I got richer now, she can't listen now
F*ck the pussy now, uh, got her screamin' loud
Call me James Harden, thirteen girls
Millions on medallions, all big pearls
Hair long and straight, but got thick curls
This ain't a race, I sprint to her
Jump out of space, least out this world
Old class girl really make a nigga now
Make sure she get what she want
How I see your ass from the front (ah)
How I see your ass from the front (yeah)
She get tied in, suck me up like limon (yeah)
My bitch a waterslide, save water like she vibin' (yeah)
You hit my phone, you better see me hit the vibe (yeah)
You hurt my feelings, I'm gon' see unalive (Scotti')
That bitch an animal, that uh, uh, uh
That pussy, ooh, ooh, all up in my place, yeah
Yeah, brown seats like it's Black History Month
Both of my daughters and my sons want for none'
They doin' anything just to get inside this room
Tryna see the way we kick it, wanna see the way we pop it
A couple bad bitches wanna make sure that they vibin'
A rose gold Patek on her wrist because she pop
I make sure she don't stop in it, they say she saucin'
We made a couple mil' then we spent it, I'm just flodgin'
I make sure that she vibin', I make sure that they vibin'
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Jeffery Lamar Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
OLYMPIAN
Schyeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
Damn
Sick bitch, sick kid, ooh-wee
Life's crazy, scary, oh, she bad, who you see?
Michael Jackson, beat it, B
Seventeen on my jeans
Had the .9 on me
Don't fall for the boss
If you bleed, then you rock
Shake the sea, shake 'em off
Cut on me, cut him off
Schyeah
Why you starin'?
Too many chains, yeah, like an Olympian
Too many chains, yeah, like an Olympian
Sick kid, uh, sick bitch, uh
Really rappin', I'm sick of it
I got ten cars in traffic, I went ludicrous
I feel it spillin' out my body, tryna do it, bitch
These niggas can't stop, baby, the shoe don't fit
I might go blonde my dreads, go blonde my tips
I might just empty my chamber, reload the clip
With the gang, oh, yeah, known to flip
005, oh yeah, don't set trip (schyeah)
White bricks, schyeah (schyeah)
She on that co-co-co, trip, trip, uh-huh (schyeah)
Pop me another pill, field trip, uh-huh
Feelin' like I was born richer, uh, just like Ricky Hil, uh-huh (schyeah)
Still alive just like 50, yeah, uh-huh
Southside bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh, schyeah, schyeah
Southside bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh
(Schyeah, schyeah)
Southside break the scale (schyeah)
Southside bitch, come braid my hair (schyeah)
(Schyeah, schyeah)
Catch your ass, I cut your tail (schyeah)
Country nigga with a lot to tell (schyeah)
Southside, yeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
Damn
Sick bitch, sick kid, ooh-wee
Life's crazy, scary, oh, she bad, who you see?
Michael Jackson, beat it, B
Seventeen on my jeans
Had the .9 on me
Don't fall for the boss
If you bleed, then you rock
Shake the sea, shake 'em off
Cut on me, cut him off
Schyeah
Why you starin'?
Too many chains, yeah, like an Olympian
Too many chains, yeah, like an Olympian
Sick kid, uh, sick bitch, uh
Really rappin', I'm sick of it
I got ten cars in traffic, I went ludicrous
I feel it spillin' out my body, tryna do it, bitch
These niggas can't stop, baby, the shoe don't fit
I might go blonde my dreads, go blonde my tips
I might just empty my chamber, reload the clip
With the gang, oh, yeah, known to flip
005, oh yeah, don't set trip (schyeah)
White bricks, schyeah (schyeah)
She on that co-co-co, trip, trip, uh-huh (schyeah)
Pop me another pill, field trip, uh-huh
Feelin' like I was born richer, uh, just like Ricky Hil, uh-huh (schyeah)
Still alive just like 50, yeah, uh-huh
Southside bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh, schyeah, schyeah
Southside bitch, yeah, Riverdale, uh-huh
(Schyeah, schyeah)
Southside break the scale (schyeah)
Southside bitch, come braid my hair (schyeah)
(Schyeah, schyeah)
Catch your ass, I cut your tail (schyeah)
Country nigga with a lot to tell (schyeah)
Southside, yeah
Schyeah
Schyeah
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
OPM BABI
(Opium)
(Schyeah, schyeah)
I've been down on my- (Swamp Izzo) my dick goin', "Uh, uh" (Swamp Izzo)
What? I hop in her life, I can make that pussy cum, uh, uh
I'm 'bout to f*ck her 'til her pussy numb (schyeah, schyeah)
It's ketamine high, huh, it's not enough (schyeah)
Tryna take ketamine now (Turn up), it's in my blood
I'm like Thug, I'm like, "What the f*ck?"
Uh, I just pulled up, yeah, in that a brand new truck, uh, uh (uh, schyeah, pow)
Escalade with thugs, all my bitches thugs
Them pistols was pocket pimple, I be suited up (schyeah, schyeah)
I hit the scene, the killer, take- (uh)
Hit that dash, venom, hold up, what the f*ck? (Schyeah, schyeah)
Big seventy-round, she gon' f*ck with us (schyeah, schyeah) (streets ready for this shit right here)
(Swamp Izzo)
I'm gon' suck her titties, she gon' beat it up (Swamp Izz-Swamp Izz-)
I don't give no f*ck
Uh, slatt, I'm with Swamp Izzo, turn my speaker up (Swamp Izzo)
Pass that ho to pimp, I'm not tryna f*ck (huh, huh, huh)
She wanna eat my lingo, hold up, what the f*ck? Uh (huh, huh, schyeah)
(Streets ready for this shit right here)
Smooth on a ho, I'm smooth
I'm cool, yeah, I'm bool
I'm 5, ooh, ooh
I'm red, pockets blue
Uh, uh, what you wanna do, baby?
Uh, uh, what you wanna do, baby?
Uh, uh, uh, I got war scars
I got bad guys around me for anything
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, for anything
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, for anything
You lil' f*ckin' copycat, bruh, stop stealing my motherf*ckin' shit
Dog, why the f*ck your phone up in the air like that?
Doin' some crazy shit, talking 'bout
You look stupid as a motherfu-
(Schyeah, schyeah)
I've been down on my- (Swamp Izzo) my dick goin', "Uh, uh" (Swamp Izzo)
What? I hop in her life, I can make that pussy cum, uh, uh
I'm 'bout to f*ck her 'til her pussy numb (schyeah, schyeah)
It's ketamine high, huh, it's not enough (schyeah)
Tryna take ketamine now (Turn up), it's in my blood
I'm like Thug, I'm like, "What the f*ck?"
Uh, I just pulled up, yeah, in that a brand new truck, uh, uh (uh, schyeah, pow)
Escalade with thugs, all my bitches thugs
Them pistols was pocket pimple, I be suited up (schyeah, schyeah)
I hit the scene, the killer, take- (uh)
Hit that dash, venom, hold up, what the f*ck? (Schyeah, schyeah)
Big seventy-round, she gon' f*ck with us (schyeah, schyeah) (streets ready for this shit right here)
(Swamp Izzo)
I'm gon' suck her titties, she gon' beat it up (Swamp Izz-Swamp Izz-)
I don't give no f*ck
Uh, slatt, I'm with Swamp Izzo, turn my speaker up (Swamp Izzo)
Pass that ho to pimp, I'm not tryna f*ck (huh, huh, huh)
She wanna eat my lingo, hold up, what the f*ck? Uh (huh, huh, schyeah)
(Streets ready for this shit right here)
Smooth on a ho, I'm smooth
I'm cool, yeah, I'm bool
I'm 5, ooh, ooh
I'm red, pockets blue
Uh, uh, what you wanna do, baby?
Uh, uh, what you wanna do, baby?
Uh, uh, uh, I got war scars
I got bad guys around me for anything
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, for anything
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, for anything
You lil' f*ckin' copycat, bruh, stop stealing my motherf*ckin' shit
Dog, why the f*ck your phone up in the air like that?
Doin' some crazy shit, talking 'bout
You look stupid as a motherfu-
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Twin Trim
[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert ]
She can't suck my dick, I make this bitch just suck my nuts (suck my nuts)
I told that girl can she please just turn it up a notch (turn it up)
Alright, alright, on them drugs, the one that lean you over (yeah)
This a double R, but she ain't even seen my chauffeur (no)
Bitch, I'm ballin', I can throw it up just like a floater (yeah)
I don't want your bitch, don't save her number, just wan' hold her (oh yeah)
One hundred and twenty five racks, I spent it all at Dover (Dover)
Y'all niggas really ain't vamps, I can tell that y'all posers (What?), Yeah
I get younger, don't get older (uh-huh, what? That's that)
All my bitches on your poster (yeah)
Pockets got knots (knots), move them pop rocks (yeah)
I don't sell pot (yeah), bitch, we sell rocks (I do)
Bro a demon with that 'K, don't got no shell tops (What?)
Pull off in a foreign, skrrt, swerve a frail cop (yeah)
Writer: Symere Woods, Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
LIKE WEEZY
Uh, two-tone yellow APeezy, lookin' like Weezy (lil Weezy)
Uh, I was just out in Cleveland, shawty, I'm bleedin'
I told her I'm big like Bieber, she ain't believe me (schyeah)
A whole lot of motherf*ckin' drugs, a whole lot of motherf*ckin' cups (schyeah)
Count all these hundreds, done f*cked up my thumbs, uh (schyeah)
Percocet, drugs weak, shawty, I done killed my lungs, huh (schyeah)
I'ma f*ck the ho a thousand times, shawty, I still ain't done
Uh, lookin' like Rock, uh, poppin' that boy like, "Pop" (pop)
Uh, poppin' that boy, I'm like Pac (Pac)
Spit on a bitch like Pac (Pac)
I'm in the bitch off the rocks
Percocet, yeah, in my socks (socks)
We don't give a f*ck about opps, I never ran into an opp
I ain't never ran to my ex, I can put chains in my chest (ha)
Upside down baguettes, I'ma ice my whole damn neck (schyeah)
Got a "O" on my chest, not "S"
I got O's on O's in my bank
Gotta ho tryna ride with my gang
Every time she pop, it stank
Schyeah, schyeah
Look at bitch lickin' on wood (schyeah)
Shawty, you know I'm good, ooh
Hit me back, I'm good (schyeah)
Two L's, don't give a f*ck (schyeah)
Shawty wanna go out, yeah, I told her, "Get in my truck"
Buyin' her Chanel
I'm tryna beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (Swamp Izzo)
She asked me to beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (Swamp Izzo)
She asked me to beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (haha)
Uh, two-tone yellow APeezy, lookin' like Weezy
Uh, I was just out in Cleveland, shawty, I'm bleedin'
I told her I'm big like Bieber, she ain't believe me
A whole lot of motherf*ckin' drugs, a whole lot of motherf*ckin' cups
Count all these hundreds, done f*cked up my thumbs, huh
Percocet, drugs weak, shawty, I done killed my lungs, huh
I'ma f*ck the ho a thousand times, shawty, I still ain't done
Uh, I was just out in Cleveland, shawty, I'm bleedin'
I told her I'm big like Bieber, she ain't believe me (schyeah)
A whole lot of motherf*ckin' drugs, a whole lot of motherf*ckin' cups (schyeah)
Count all these hundreds, done f*cked up my thumbs, uh (schyeah)
Percocet, drugs weak, shawty, I done killed my lungs, huh (schyeah)
I'ma f*ck the ho a thousand times, shawty, I still ain't done
Uh, lookin' like Rock, uh, poppin' that boy like, "Pop" (pop)
Uh, poppin' that boy, I'm like Pac (Pac)
Spit on a bitch like Pac (Pac)
I'm in the bitch off the rocks
Percocet, yeah, in my socks (socks)
We don't give a f*ck about opps, I never ran into an opp
I ain't never ran to my ex, I can put chains in my chest (ha)
Upside down baguettes, I'ma ice my whole damn neck (schyeah)
Got a "O" on my chest, not "S"
I got O's on O's in my bank
Gotta ho tryna ride with my gang
Every time she pop, it stank
Schyeah, schyeah
Look at bitch lickin' on wood (schyeah)
Shawty, you know I'm good, ooh
Hit me back, I'm good (schyeah)
Two L's, don't give a f*ck (schyeah)
Shawty wanna go out, yeah, I told her, "Get in my truck"
Buyin' her Chanel
I'm tryna beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (Swamp Izzo)
She asked me to beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (Swamp Izzo)
She asked me to beat that pussy up, tryna get that pussy wet (haha)
Uh, two-tone yellow APeezy, lookin' like Weezy
Uh, I was just out in Cleveland, shawty, I'm bleedin'
I told her I'm big like Bieber, she ain't believe me
A whole lot of motherf*ckin' drugs, a whole lot of motherf*ckin' cups
Count all these hundreds, done f*cked up my thumbs, huh
Percocet, drugs weak, shawty, I done killed my lungs, huh
I'ma f*ck the ho a thousand times, shawty, I still ain't done
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
DIS 1 GOT IT
(I'm working on dying)
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, vitamins and minerals
Mollys, Perkys, three years the minimum
Playin' with them M's, yeah, yeah, yeah, millennium
Ratchet hoes, ratchet hoes, yeah, nigga into them
Fully loaded, fully loaded, yeah, you know we spinnin' 'em
Smokin' P, smokin' P, yeah, bitch, I'm feelin' 'em
Just like Peewee, just like Peewee, bitch, I'm blue M&M
Masked shooters, masked shooters, yeah, you know I'm sendin' 'em
Homixide, Homixide, yeah, I'm defendin' 'em
Terrio, TerRio, TerRio, ooh, ooh, ooh, killin' him
Pink slip, pink slip, hell nah, not rentin' them
Big whip, big whip, bitch, you know I'm beatin' 'em
Can't see me, can't see me, yeah, you know I tinted 'em
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, vitamins and minerals
Mollys, Perkys, three years the minimum
Playin' with them M's, yeah, yeah, yeah, millennium
Ratchet hoes, ratchet hoes, yeah, a nigga into them
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, vitamins and minerals
Mollys, Perkys, three years the minimum
Playin' with them M's, yeah, yeah, yeah, millennium
Ratchet hoes, ratchet hoes, yeah, nigga into them
Fully loaded, fully loaded, yeah, you know we spinnin' 'em
Smokin' P, smokin' P, yeah, bitch, I'm feelin' 'em
Just like Peewee, just like Peewee, bitch, I'm blue M&M
Masked shooters, masked shooters, yeah, you know I'm sendin' 'em
Homixide, Homixide, yeah, I'm defendin' 'em
Terrio, TerRio, TerRio, ooh, ooh, ooh, killin' him
Pink slip, pink slip, hell nah, not rentin' them
Big whip, big whip, bitch, you know I'm beatin' 'em
Can't see me, can't see me, yeah, you know I tinted 'em
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, vitamins and minerals
Mollys, Perkys, three years the minimum
Playin' with them M's, yeah, yeah, yeah, millennium
Ratchet hoes, ratchet hoes, yeah, a nigga into them
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Mollys, Perkys, I feel so invincible
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
WALK
Made a lot of paper, I might just spin up on your payday
Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead
I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red
You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead
That 7.62 gon' leave your motherf*ckin' door red
Shut the door, baby, throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (brrat)
Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (brrat, brrat, brrat)
I might f*ck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (brodie)
I been on 'em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (bloated)
I just popped an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (goin')
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up)
I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (pour out, pour)
I just f*cked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (to my buddy)
I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the morning (uh)
Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted ('torted)
Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like Lohan (hahahahaha)
See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lot of you f*ck-niggas
To my day one's, it's a new beginning
You know what that shit mean, right?
Renegade
The 5
Out
Pull up on your partner, yeah, we put some on his forehead
I just laid a nigga down, we sprayed his house, his door red
All red flag, red flag, nigga, code red
You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead
That 7.62 gon' leave your motherf*ckin' door red
Shut the door, baby, throw that chopper, yeah, throw it (brrat)
Homixide Gang, we smoke the big blunts, we blow it (brrat, brrat, brrat)
I might f*ck a pop bitch and pass her to the brodie (brodie)
I been on 'em drugs all night, lean got me bloated (bloated)
I just popped an E pill, yeah, just to keep me goin' (goin')
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up)
Money on top of bitches, yeah, money on top of money (on top of, hold up)
I just poured the ice cup out and poured some mud in (pour out, pour)
I just f*cked a thot bitch and passed her to my buddy (to my buddy)
I been rollin' on ecstasy, I feel it in the morning (uh)
Niggas can't even talk to me, my young niggas extorted ('torted)
Molly, sex and ecstasy, I turned up just like Lohan (hahahahaha)
See, this gon' feel like the end of the world to a lot of you f*ck-niggas
To my day one's, it's a new beginning
You know what that shit mean, right?
Renegade
The 5
Out
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
HBA
Uh, you gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
I'm f*ckin' these bitches, alright
I'm havin' my way, alright, uh
My fingers, they motherf*ckin' tight
My eyes are open, I'm high
I can't believe I can die
I just realized I was high
I was seventeen on the mic
I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike
I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite
My whole career, they bite
Some niggas still thinkin' they faster than me
Somebody should tell 'em they dyin'
I'm done with these niggas and dissin', I just be pissin', I don't give a f*ck
I know I'm on your moodboard, bitch, I'm tryna tell you your ho gon' f*ck
If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body
Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy the body
My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body
She screech like a hyena when I get her body
Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up
On tour with your girl
It's not my world, it's Mali world
And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl
You play with my top, get a referral
Put him in smoke, he reefer
Put him in a coffin, put him in a coffin
Put him in a, uh, put him in a, uh, put him in a coffin
I jump out the Lam' truck, she thought that I lost it
I jump out my Redeye, push out, then I go to Boston
I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, FA, F*cking Awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas watch me, they don't know how I cross over
Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover
Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over
Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover
You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda
Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been an OG since I was younger
All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra
I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble
I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle
They wanted this album to be opposite, but I told 'em I'm comin' normal
When you play this shit, wear a white tux, young nigga, like you in a formal, hah
I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx
(Then I had a daughter, I got a daughter too)
Twenty-seven when I had Yves
Now I can finally sleep
I let the sun
I let the sun lead me home
I let the moon
I let the moon set me up
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
You gotta get high like this
You gotta get high like me
I'm f*ckin' these bitches, alright
I'm havin' my way, alright, uh
My fingers, they motherf*ckin' tight
My eyes are open, I'm high
I can't believe I can die
I just realized I was high
I was seventeen on the mic
I'm tryna be Carti, not Mike
I'm a gigolo, ho, I bite
My whole career, they bite
Some niggas still thinkin' they faster than me
Somebody should tell 'em they dyin'
I'm done with these niggas and dissin', I just be pissin', I don't give a f*ck
I know I'm on your moodboard, bitch, I'm tryna tell you your ho gon' f*ck
If you really got a problem, we can handle that problem, yeah, body to body
Buffy the body, my bitch got body, Buffy the body
My bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body, yeah, my bitch got body
She screech like a hyena when I get her body
Travel the world, huh, huh, schyeah, hol' up
On tour with your girl
It's not my world, it's Mali world
And she's not my girl, she's Mali's girl
You play with my top, get a referral
Put him in smoke, he reefer
Put him in a coffin, put him in a coffin
Put him in a, uh, put him in a, uh, put him in a coffin
I jump out the Lam' truck, she thought that I lost it
I jump out my Redeye, push out, then I go to Boston
I stay with like ten thots, Austin
Everything is awesome, FA, F*cking Awesome
Make sure you tell them niggas watch me, they don't know how I cross over
Double 0, yeah, the biggest ever, we just gettin' ready for the crossover
Tell the driver he need to pull over, let this bitch come top, then over
Nosebleed, yeah, high speed, huh, I can get the rollover
You been actin' funny and you fake poppin', yeah, just like hot soda
Y'all niggas don't know how to grow up, I been an OG since I was younger
All of my friends are dead, leave 'em in the cold, put 'em in the tundra
I go Ray Charles, I cannot see her, I make her fumble
I was just in Texas with Aaliyah, her pussy a jungle
They wanted this album to be opposite, but I told 'em I'm comin' normal
When you play this shit, wear a white tux, young nigga, like you in a formal, hah
I was twenty-four when I had lil' Onyx
(Then I had a daughter, I got a daughter too)
Twenty-seven when I had Yves
Now I can finally sleep
I let the sun
I let the sun lead me home
I let the moon
I let the moon set me up
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
OVERLY
(Let's go, Maaly)
We bop heads just like Kanye
Me and you got nothin' in common
I took off just like a comet
Me and my niggas, yeah, we be stunting
Blue Bugatti, look like Sonic
Srt, you can hear that bih comin', yeah, grr
Srt, you can hear that bih gruntin', skrrt
All of my niggas, they hold that stick
All of my niggas, they witness, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, bitch
In this bitch, we click the blicks, yeah, yeah, uh
I'm f*cking that bitch, yeah, she call me a beast, yeah
I f*cked on that bitch, yeah, I got Hermes sheets, yeah
I f*ck on the fleek, yeah, I told her I'm geeked, yeah
I can't go to sleep (let's go, Maaly), ah, I catch a disease, ah
I'm popping the Xans, ah, the Xanny on me, yeah
Yeah, the hammer on me, yeah, yeah, it's not counterfeit
Yeah, get hit by a beast, yeah, that chopper gon' eat
I just bought me a fleece, my pockets obese
Might jump out the coupe, then go on a spree (what?)
I've been gone for a bit, ah, I'm gonna pay for it, ah
I'm on X-Game mode, ah, I need a X-Game freak, uh
I got a X-Game ho, yeah, she gon' ride on the pole, ah
She gon' suck me off, uh, she gotta suck me, slow, uh
Got a SVJ, ah, and it's all yellow, ah
I'm on top of the building, ah
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
We bop heads just like Kanye
Me and you got nothin' in common
I took off just like a comet
Me and my niggas, yeah, we be stunting
Blue Bugatti, look like Sonic
Srt, you can hear that bih comin', yeah, grr
Srt, you can hear that bih gruntin', skrrt
All of my niggas, they hold that stick
All of my niggas, they witness, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, bitch
In this bitch, we click the blicks, yeah, yeah, uh
I'm f*cking that bitch, yeah, she call me a beast, yeah
I f*cked on that bitch, yeah, I got Hermes sheets, yeah
I f*ck on the fleek, yeah, I told her I'm geeked, yeah
I can't go to sleep (let's go, Maaly), ah, I catch a disease, ah
I'm popping the Xans, ah, the Xanny on me, yeah
Yeah, the hammer on me, yeah, yeah, it's not counterfeit
Yeah, get hit by a beast, yeah, that chopper gon' eat
I just bought me a fleece, my pockets obese
Might jump out the coupe, then go on a spree (what?)
I've been gone for a bit, ah, I'm gonna pay for it, ah
I'm on X-Game mode, ah, I need a X-Game freak, uh
I got a X-Game ho, yeah, she gon' ride on the pole, ah
She gon' suck me off, uh, she gotta suck me, slow, uh
Got a SVJ, ah, and it's all yellow, ah
I'm on top of the building, ah
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Top floor, top floor
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
SOUTH ATLANTA BABY
Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my nigga
This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category
Hahahaha
That's right, we can create our own genre
From now on, don't box us in any category
Yeah, Draco sitting out the car, let's go
(Southside Atlanta baby) I told Spark go and get him some more
Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh
I'm a crack baby, ho, I was raised off dope (yeah, was raised off dope)
Semis and autos came with a scope
Ooh, jumped out the pothole, add up the score
Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted on your throat (yeah, yeah)
Everybody with me got two double O's
I'm a Southside baby, I'm out of control (yeah)
I'm a Southside baby, got ice in my nose (Southside Atlanta baby)
None of the opps rest, we catch 'em on text and hit 'em in the chest (huh)
I'm treatin' this ho like a pest, look like a dog, tell a ho fetch, ha
Talkin' to all my hoes, she talkin' 'bout tattin' my name on her wrist, huh
I been bustin' on his eye hole, she live in the six, I know it's for wrist (wrist)
Niggas be poppin' that internet, catch 'em in live and take off his licks
I ain't never, ever felt bad for takin' off heads and poppin' my shit (poppin' my shit, poppin' my shit)
I poke it up like we in a rush, okay, Carti off the shits
Uh, smoke me a cig', hol' up, we back to the blicks (hol' up)
All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips, get hit up with the blue tip
Outside with the Fefe, we got us a eater, gon' f*ck on the clique (a eater)
Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock, hol' up, what you tryna get?
All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep the wide body kit (yes, sir)
We heard about y'all pussy-ass niggas, y'all tellin', we ain't tryna see shit
The 'K on me is a felon, I'm aimin' at everybody jealous
These pussy-ass niggas so soft
How the f*ck you gon' rat on your cousin?
This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category
Hahahaha
That's right, we can create our own genre
From now on, don't box us in any category
Yeah, Draco sitting out the car, let's go
(Southside Atlanta baby) I told Spark go and get him some more
Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh
I'm a crack baby, ho, I was raised off dope (yeah, was raised off dope)
Semis and autos came with a scope
Ooh, jumped out the pothole, add up the score
Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted on your throat (yeah, yeah)
Everybody with me got two double O's
I'm a Southside baby, I'm out of control (yeah)
I'm a Southside baby, got ice in my nose (Southside Atlanta baby)
None of the opps rest, we catch 'em on text and hit 'em in the chest (huh)
I'm treatin' this ho like a pest, look like a dog, tell a ho fetch, ha
Talkin' to all my hoes, she talkin' 'bout tattin' my name on her wrist, huh
I been bustin' on his eye hole, she live in the six, I know it's for wrist (wrist)
Niggas be poppin' that internet, catch 'em in live and take off his licks
I ain't never, ever felt bad for takin' off heads and poppin' my shit (poppin' my shit, poppin' my shit)
I poke it up like we in a rush, okay, Carti off the shits
Uh, smoke me a cig', hol' up, we back to the blicks (hol' up)
All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips, get hit up with the blue tip
Outside with the Fefe, we got us a eater, gon' f*ck on the clique (a eater)
Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock, hol' up, what you tryna get?
All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep the wide body kit (yes, sir)
We heard about y'all pussy-ass niggas, y'all tellin', we ain't tryna see shit
The 'K on me is a felon, I'm aimin' at everybody jealous
These pussy-ass niggas so soft
How the f*ck you gon' rat on your cousin?
Writer: Jordan Terrell Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Music (also known as I Am Music, both stylized in all caps) is the third studio album by American rapper Playboi Carti. It was released on March 14, 2025, through AWGE and Interscope Records. The album consists of 30 tracks and features guest appearances from Travis Scott, the Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar, Jhené Aiko, Skepta, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, Ty Dolla Sign, and Young Thug.
Production was primarily handled by Ojivolta, Cardo and F1lthy, alongside a host of other producers, including Bnyx, Cash Cobain, Kanye West, Maaly Raw, Metro Boomin, Mike Dean, Southside, TM88, Scott himself, and Wheezy.
The album serves as the follow-up to Carti's second studio album, Whole Lotta Red (2020), which released over 4 years earlier.
Music received generally positive reviews from music critics, who praised the production and Carti's vocal performances. Music broke multiple streaming and chart records upon release. On Spotify, it earned 134 million streams in its first day, becoming the seventh-most streamed album in a single day. In the United States, Music debuted atop the Billboard 200 with 298,000 album-equivalent units, including 14,500 pure album sales, becoming Carti's second number-one album, totaling 384 million streams and allowing the album to concurrently debut atop the Top Streaming Albums chart.
The project marked the biggest streaming week for any album since Taylor Swift's The Tortured Poets Department accumulated 428.54 million streams in May 2024. All 30 songs simultaneously debuted on the Billboard Hot 100, making him the first rapper to achieve this milestone. In the United Kingdom, Music debuted at number one on the Official Albums Chart, marking Carti's first number one and first top ten on the chart. Music also debuted atop the ARIA Album Chart in Australia and the Top 40 Albums Chart in New Zealand, marking his first number one album on both charts, as well as his first top ten in Australia.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Playboi CartiProduction was primarily handled by Ojivolta, Cardo and F1lthy, alongside a host of other producers, including Bnyx, Cash Cobain, Kanye West, Maaly Raw, Metro Boomin, Mike Dean, Southside, TM88, Scott himself, and Wheezy.
The album serves as the follow-up to Carti's second studio album, Whole Lotta Red (2020), which released over 4 years earlier.
Music received generally positive reviews from music critics, who praised the production and Carti's vocal performances. Music broke multiple streaming and chart records upon release. On Spotify, it earned 134 million streams in its first day, becoming the seventh-most streamed album in a single day. In the United States, Music debuted atop the Billboard 200 with 298,000 album-equivalent units, including 14,500 pure album sales, becoming Carti's second number-one album, totaling 384 million streams and allowing the album to concurrently debut atop the Top Streaming Albums chart.
The project marked the biggest streaming week for any album since Taylor Swift's The Tortured Poets Department accumulated 428.54 million streams in May 2024. All 30 songs simultaneously debuted on the Billboard Hot 100, making him the first rapper to achieve this milestone. In the United Kingdom, Music debuted at number one on the Official Albums Chart, marking Carti's first number one and first top ten on the chart. Music also debuted atop the ARIA Album Chart in Australia and the Top 40 Albums Chart in New Zealand, marking his first number one album on both charts, as well as his first top ten in Australia.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Travis Scott, the Weeknd, Kendrick Lamar, Jhené Aiko, Skepta, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, Ty Dolla Sign, Young Thug
Genre(s): Trap, Hip Hop
Producer(s): 100Yrd, 99Hurts, Akachi, BL$$D, Bnyx, Brak3, Cardo, Carlton, Cash Cobain, Clayco, Clif Shayne, CSD Sid, Darius Rameshni, Dez Wright, DJH, DJ Moon, Ethan Scott, F1lthy, Johnny Juliano, Juke Wong, Kanye West, Keanu Beats, Kelvin Krash, KP Beatz, Lucian, Lukrative, Maaly Raw, Macnificent, Malik Ninety Five, Metro Boomin, Mike Dean, Mu Lean, Nagra, Nick Spiders, Ojivolta, Onokey, OpiumBaby, Ramzoid, Rok, Slowburnz, Smatt Sertified, Sonickaboom, Southside, Ssort, Stoopid Lou, Streo, TM88, Travis Scott, Twisco, Wheezy, Yung Exclusive
Released: March 14th, 2025
Year: 2025