Playboi Carti - H2O lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - H2O lyrics]
Ayy, nigga he don't know shit
About Yung-motherfuckin’-Carti, bitch
(Ayy, ayy)
This on my life, ayy
I don't do this often (Nah)
Right hand, cook motion
Right hand, cook motion
Lord of Rings in they museum
We kick, sip, and we fit in
Cigarettes and violence
Chillin' with my TEC, bruh
My nigga on that lean (That’s right)
Theses hoes on these beans
And they all got that from me (Carti)
Yung Carti, I'm a G
Respected in the streets
Kilos from off the beach
Banana Boat, chillin' with the Heat
Your ho got sandy cheeks
Sapphire theses diamonds
Chanel leggings, her ass
This what I got from rhyming (Damn)
Cars, clothes and cash
But that's something I been had (Ayy)
But that's something you don't know (Ayy)
Ever since I was a kid I
Knew that money was the move (The move)
All black wrist with the ice on it
Cut food ice, put the syrup on it
And that bitch top me off
With the condom on it
She a good girl, I got a lot of money
Cold blows on these niggas
My chain like fourteen figures
My neck can't hold it either
Your check can't hold her either
Nigga, that’s a two seater
Rolling up that illegal
Then we fill from that liter, I’m faded
She undressing for a impression
My suggestion is that you
Come towards my direction
And catch some of this lesson
Water in my glass hoe
Chillin' like I should, though
(Carti) won’t catch me in the club
(Club) , making it rain for these broke hoes
(Hell no) , that's a no no (Hell no)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe (Ayy)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe (Bitch)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe bitch, all you niggas bitches
Get down, in her nightgown
She get down (Shake that ass)
Ass out, Louis pouch
Filled with loud, she hold dope (That dope)
Before we fuck we smoke (We smoke, yeah)
Relax your mind
Open your legs wide, close the bush
I'm on cloud 9 the way I hit it from behind
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)
About Yung-motherfuckin’-Carti, bitch
(Ayy, ayy)
This on my life, ayy
I don't do this often (Nah)
Right hand, cook motion
Right hand, cook motion
Lord of Rings in they museum
We kick, sip, and we fit in
Cigarettes and violence
Chillin' with my TEC, bruh
My nigga on that lean (That’s right)
Theses hoes on these beans
And they all got that from me (Carti)
Yung Carti, I'm a G
Respected in the streets
Kilos from off the beach
Banana Boat, chillin' with the Heat
Your ho got sandy cheeks
Sapphire theses diamonds
Chanel leggings, her ass
This what I got from rhyming (Damn)
Cars, clothes and cash
But that's something I been had (Ayy)
But that's something you don't know (Ayy)
Ever since I was a kid I
Knew that money was the move (The move)
All black wrist with the ice on it
Cut food ice, put the syrup on it
And that bitch top me off
With the condom on it
She a good girl, I got a lot of money
Cold blows on these niggas
My chain like fourteen figures
My neck can't hold it either
Your check can't hold her either
Nigga, that’s a two seater
Rolling up that illegal
Then we fill from that liter, I’m faded
She undressing for a impression
My suggestion is that you
Come towards my direction
And catch some of this lesson
Water in my glass hoe
Chillin' like I should, though
(Carti) won’t catch me in the club
(Club) , making it rain for these broke hoes
(Hell no) , that's a no no (Hell no)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe (Ayy)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe (Bitch)
Catch me where them clouds come from I be
Hoe bitch, all you niggas bitches
Get down, in her nightgown
She get down (Shake that ass)
Ass out, Louis pouch
Filled with loud, she hold dope (That dope)
Before we fuck we smoke (We smoke, yeah)
Relax your mind
Open your legs wide, close the bush
I'm on cloud 9 the way I hit it from behind
(Ayy, ayy, ayy)