Playboi Carti, Johnny Cinco - Damn Shame lyrics

(Signin' that guy) what? What? What? What?
(I'm countin' C notes)
(DJ Lil Keem, what up?)

I'm in this ho with Cinco countin' C notes
(I'm countin' C notes, fuck nigga)
In this ho with Cinco countin' C notes
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
In this ho with Cinco countin' C notes
(What? DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
This feelin' like a story
That been wrote before (What?)
Pourin' up fours, countin' C notes
(What? What?)
I'm in this ho with Cinco countin' C notes
(yeah) ooh, I'm feelin' like this
Been wrote before
(Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah
I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy)
Ooh, Forgiatos on my coupe still
(Plug, let's go, let's go, let's go
Still) everything steel, everything steel
(What? What? What? Everything steel, what?)
Yeah (What? What?) and I'm down for real
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Got some bitches 'round me, baby girl
They down for real
(Fuck, they down for real)
Got some niggas 'round me, baby girl
They down to kill
(Oh, let's go, they down for real)
All these bitches 'round me tryna fuck
That's fuckin' real (Oh, let's go)
Ooh, ooh (What?)
And I keep it real (Keep it real)
2900 Flat niggas keep it real (For real)
Rockin' Robin, Trues for real, Robin
Trues for real (Plug, for real)
All my niggas out here steal
All my niggas peel (yeah, that's for real)
Bitches callin' up my phone
They say I'm fake, nigga
(Oh, let's go, I'm fake, nigga)
I just got some cake mix with cake, nigga
(Fuck nigga) ayy (Let's go)
In LA on vacay, nigga (On vacay in LA)
Balenci', I don't fake, nigga
(I don't fake, nigga)
Goyard on my waist, no cake, nigga
(I swear, I swear)
Shoot him in his face, nigga
(yeah, yeah, let's go)

All these niggas changed when the money came
(Plug) promised I wouldn't change when
The money came all these bitches wanna hang
When the money came
A fuck nigga came around when the money came
(Fuck nigga) in that brand new Maserati
Steady switchin' lanes
And that check on me two hundred
That all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap
The money ain't the same
(DJ Lil Keem, what up?) yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, ain't a nigga change (Fuck nigga)
Diamonds on a nigga chain
With the same bad bitches and
That shit ain't changed (With these hoes)
Yeah, real nigga, I'm with Carti
That my la famille
And that bank on me, two hundred
I ain't hard to feel
They front row at every show, nigga
You don't know how that feel
Drive a foreign, drop a four, nigga
You don't sip how I sip
Real trap nigga, pocket full of dubs
(Plug, pocket full of bands)
Young rich nigga, made myself a plug
(yeah, yeah)
Flexin' on these bitches, flexin' on 'em
Nigga (On these hoes, yeah, yeah)
Hundreds on these bitches
Hundreds on these niggas (Fuck)
Fuckin' up a sack, fuckin' up a sack
Right back to the trap
Right back to the trap (To the trap)
Fuck around with them hundreds
Might make me relax
Fuck around with 'em hundreds
Bad bitch in the back froze, froze (Plug)
All these diamonds froze (Froze)
Did that off this flow (Flow)
I might go rogue (Rogue) i did it for my ho
All my hoes froze (Froze)
Fuck her, vanish slow (Fuck nigga)
All my hoes with it (With it)
All my hoes fitted (yeah)
Lenses gold-tinted (Gold)
Sip a four or better (Purple)
That's said I can't hang
That's said that I changed
Went and bought another chain, hey

All these niggas changed when the money came
(Plug) , yeah
Promised I wouldn't change when
The money came all these bitches wanna hang
When the money came
A fuck nigga came around when the money came
(Fuck nigga) in that brand new Maserati
Steady switchin' lanes
And that check on me two hundred
That all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap
The money ain't the same (Hoodrich Keem)
Yeah (Whoo)

Yeah you know what I'm sayin'?
Fire in this ho run that shit up (yeah)
Ayy (Fuck nigga) know what I mean? (yeah)
Big bank, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bag, bag, bag, bag