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Playboi Carti - Athena Version 3 Lyrics

[Intro]
Let's go, Maaly

[Verse]
Shawty gon' fuck on me 'cause nigga got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spendin' no cash on no thot
I don't trust these bitches, no plot
Your bitch get smoked like an opp
We don't give a fuck 'bout none of these cops
I'ma shoot at a motherfuckin' cop
I'ma shoot 'til the motherfucker drop
I'ma pour up the motherfuckin' drop
Got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh
Bitches suck me, yeah, ah, huh
I'ma fuck the bands up, uh, yeah
I'ma fuck the Benz up, uh
Shawty wanna fuck me, yеah
Shawty don't give a fuck, uh
Nigga want smoke for days, yeah
Nigga got plays on plays
I'ma put an opp on a platе
I'ma put an opp on a plate, ayy, nigga
I'm the hot nigga in the A, uh
I'm in the streets, okay
I'm on the block, ooh
I don't want none of these hoes, no
Crack, crack, crack, I got crack money
Crack money, yeah, we serve crack money
Crack money, hold up, you a crack junkie, yeah
We got blocks, you can get a block from me
Hold up, hold up, I just hit this bitch, she fuckin' up my pants
Balmain jeans, they ain't even come out yet
I just fucked this bitch, yeah, I don't mean no disrespect
Ho gon' get it in, she gotta
Louboutin's bleeding on them, blatt, hold up
I been flexing since a freshman
I got, I got bitches tryna fuck, yeah, uh
White tee, it can get stuck with it
Got a gun, hold up, hold up
You better run, hold up
My slatts shoot for fun, hold up
We want your funds, hold up
Yeah, hold up, rob the money truck, hold up
Yeah, and we aiming at these dubs, hold up, uh
Pussy ass nigga ain't keeping it a hundred
Probably gotta kill that ho
I'm on the block with the stick right now
Probably gotta kill that ho, let's go
I got a stick on me, oh yeah, nigga got a K for sure
Nigga got crack money, yeah
I serve junkies, yeah, yeah
You a clout demon
I pull up with that stick, we kill clout demons
You don't want that smoke with me, I'm that nigga, hold on
Niggas afraid of young Carti 'cause I keep it
I just hit this bitch, she fucked my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money so we 'bout to fuck the streets up
We don't give no fuck, yeah, my niggas, they stay geeked up
We don't need no hoes, yeah, we keep the heat up, uh, hold up, uh
I want the smoke, get cold
Slime a nigga in the snow, hold up
I'm in love with hoes across the globe (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
I make the bitch touch her toes, blatt, uh
I got Bloody with me, I got a slutty with me
I got a thotty with me, I got my cousin with me
I got some bricks coming, I got some white hoes
That's cocaine money, I got crack, crack, crack
I got trap money, I serve trap junkies
We got money, homie, we got money, homie
You ain't the only one, you ain't the only one, hold up
You ain't the only one, hold up
Balmain jeans, she fucked 'em up when I fucked the bitch
Got a bitch in the crib waiting on this dick, she waiting on Cash, hold up
Got bags on me, no fucks 'bout none of these opps
I smoke me a nigga right now, hop out Wagons, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga can have it
Young nigga want static
Get hit, get, yeah, get, get, get, get
Young nigga get attacked, yeah
Money on me, young nigga, your bitch, she on top, yeah, hold up