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Playboi Carti - Shoutout Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Cousin Stizz]
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah
Uh, yeah

[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
It's just the drugs showin' money love
Shoutout to, shout-shoutout to
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Uh

[Verse 1: Cousin Stizz]
I need some money, I call my plug (Brrrr)
Yuh
She always showin' me extra love
She always throwin' me extra drugs
I don't ever be up in the club
I'm in the cut and I'm countin' up
Your bitch hit me when she need a dub
I told that ho, "get your money up, mane"
(Fuck is wrong with you)
Ay, but I'mma bust that play anyway
I don't turn down money any day
I don't got no job I work the stank
Bro ain't got no job he work the drank
Back in high school I would work the pills
These bitches rollin', I'm coppin' feels
Taxin' the lame, I ain't got no deals
Comin' where I'm from that shit was real
OG's be trappin' all out the wheels
All of the risk for the extra bills, mane
Most them bad bitches do blow for real
Can't spend the night cause them hoes'll steal
[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
It's just the drugs showin' money love
Shoutout to, shout-shoutout to
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Came out of jail had to run it up
Fuck my old bitch I just flex on her
All of this money, don't believe in love
Came out the mud, you can't tell me none'
Pourin' the mud, y'all can't get this up
Pour the whole fo' in my fuckin' cup
Need me some drugs, you can call me up
Patch ya ass down, but I don't suck
Front Porch Bloods, yeah, the bus stop
Money long, sittin tall
I see some cotton, but i got it all
Saucin' like Melo, made that nigga fall
You know how I rock
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My toolie ain't droppin no shells, ain't talking guitars
Foreign car, push start
Two seats, two broads
Two shooters, front yard
Backyard, Porsche cars
In the kitchen going hard
I was down from the start
29 to my heart
[Chorus: Cousin Stizz]
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to, shoutout to
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
It's just the drugs showin' money love
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs
Shoutout to the money, love the drugs
Shoutout to the money from the drugs