Playboi Carti - All Day lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - All Day lyrics]
I'm ready to die, hold up
You pull up, young nigga, you dead, yeah
I pull up young nigga ahead
I pull up, young nigga, you're, uh
I pull up, young nigga, you dead
I put a young nigga on head
I put a young nigga on your cap
Running with my slatt with the bag all day
Hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, yeah
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, yeah
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
All day, hold on, yeah all day, yeah, uh
All day, hold on, yeah all day, hold on, uh
All day, hold on, yeah
All day, hold on, yeah all day, hold on, uh
All day, uh
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Pull up, Diablo, hold on
Pull up, we on go, hold on
Pull up, money on go, hold on
My bitch, yeah, on go, hold on
Take one to the head, yeah
Feel it in her throat, hold on
Yeah, she goin' too hard, hold on
Had that girl holdin' on, yeah
I fucked that bitch in that Louis, what?
I fucked that bitch in that Gucci, hold on
We got these hoes in the room, hold on
Bitch, you can't come in this room
Sweepin' 'em just like a broom, uh
Shawty gon' lick on me too, uh
Woke up to Mars
Woke up to motherfuckin' space
All on me now I'm like, "yeah"
I got Vlone on my legs
We got Vlone in the place
I get this bitch out the way
I got the motherfucking wave
Shawty gon' fuck for that cake
You cannot fuck with this cash
You cannot fuck with me, bae
Hold on, slatt, we got plays
We gon' find where you lay
We pop in, we get lit, we go all in
We got shit, we got shit, hundred my wrist
My bag cash all day, we got plays
We gon' be violent
You pull up, young nigga, you dead, yeah
I pull up young nigga ahead
I pull up, young nigga, you're, uh
I pull up, young nigga, you dead
I put a young nigga on head
I put a young nigga on your cap
Running with my slatt with the bag all day
Hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, yeah
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, yeah
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
All day, hold on, yeah all day, yeah, uh
All day, hold on, yeah all day, hold on, uh
All day, hold on, yeah
All day, hold on, yeah all day, hold on, uh
All day, uh
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Runnin' with the cash all day, hold on
Runnin' with the bag all day, hold on
Pull up, Diablo, hold on
Pull up, we on go, hold on
Pull up, money on go, hold on
My bitch, yeah, on go, hold on
Take one to the head, yeah
Feel it in her throat, hold on
Yeah, she goin' too hard, hold on
Had that girl holdin' on, yeah
I fucked that bitch in that Louis, what?
I fucked that bitch in that Gucci, hold on
We got these hoes in the room, hold on
Bitch, you can't come in this room
Sweepin' 'em just like a broom, uh
Shawty gon' lick on me too, uh
Woke up to Mars
Woke up to motherfuckin' space
All on me now I'm like, "yeah"
I got Vlone on my legs
We got Vlone in the place
I get this bitch out the way
I got the motherfucking wave
Shawty gon' fuck for that cake
You cannot fuck with this cash
You cannot fuck with me, bae
Hold on, slatt, we got plays
We gon' find where you lay
We pop in, we get lit, we go all in
We got shit, we got shit, hundred my wrist
My bag cash all day, we got plays
We gon' be violent