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[Verse 1: Playboi Carti] Soft white powder clam chowder with your bitch Snortin' up that line she tryin' to ease up her mind 2 door on that black coupe No gold black jewels Fuck you and yo attitude I do what I got to Man the pot ain't free stupid Knots in my jeans caviar and ice cream It seems that I like these nice things So i’m out here for that green Peakin' through the sunroof Mesmerized on the clouds I wish to be on that level So i picked up that loud Let yo chick roll the blunt She made me proud Applause I’m tryin' to get up in them draws Baby yeah i’m tryin' to get up in them draws So stop poppin your jaws And park the car [Bridge: Playboi Carti] Carti yeah with the dollar bill Rain, club, (yeah yeah) Trying to get all the bitches All the bitches All the bitches [Verse 2: Playboi Carti] Check my steez bitch please I got cheese My whole team ill Rick owe we blow by O’s Real cut throat Fuck a hoe we bout that dough Skate racks break club flow go on her jean jack You and your crew wack Air pack you on dat Cash first that so i got that gold on deck Nice coupe bad chick in the front hoe Then the pooch White man wealth i’m sitting tall like i hoop Mad cheese mad steez Dopeness in my tissue Uh Money ain't the issue Uh I thought you niggas been knew On the hours under the influence Nigga i am true to this You lame niggas got me all bent Ya’ll knew to this Talk about this money we involved in Blow that jain then we vent nigga