Never looked at price tags (Price tags)
Louis V my type of bag (What)
Bought a coupe, I'ma crash it, off the goop (Yeah, bitch)
Remember when I didn't have a bag
That was long ago (Carti)
Now I got that whole, got that pole (Yeah)
You already know (Yeah, what)
Yeah I got that stick (Shit, pop)
Yeah I got the drip (Pop, pop, pop)
Yeah I'm movin' brick (What)
Yeah, I'm in a bliss
Yeah, Carti back (What)
Yeah she Carti bae (Carti)
I ain't coming back (Yeah)
She just want my cash (Carti)
[Verse 1]
She just want the blow (Blow)
Yea them boys on go (Pop, pop, pop)
Donuts on the road (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch I'm on the road (Carti)
Bitch I'm out this world (Yeah)
I'ma pour a four (What)
He don't want the smoke (Yeah)
Victim to that pole (Pop, pop, pop)
Yea I run the block (Block)
Trustin' in my Glock (Yeah)
Your boy with them feds (What)
Your boy with them cops (Yeah)
Yea I sip that wock
She take off her top (Yeah)
Yea I make him pop (Pop)
Watch his body drop (Pop, pop, pop)

Never looked at price tags (Price tags)
Louis V my type of bag (What)
Bought a coupe, I'ma crash it, off the goop (Yeah, bitch)
Remember when I didn't have a bag
That was long ago (Carti)
Now I got that whole, got that pole (Yeah)
You already know (Yeah, what)
Yeah I got that stick (Shit)
Yeah I got the drip (Pop, pop, pop)
Yeah I'm movin' brick (What)
Yeah, I'm in a bliss
Yeah, Carti back (What)
Yeah she Carti bae (Carti)
I ain't coming back (Yeah)
She just want my cash (Carti)