Playboi Carti - Outchea lyrics

Where the bad hoes from Tokyo with they
Bape on and they hair short? (Carti)
But my money long, I don't say shit
I just pull up and they escort (Money bags)
Fuck a passport, roll that Kush blunt
Get you higher than before (Kush)
See the whole world with your eyes
Low and your mouth closed, you speechless
(Damn) she bend it back with no attitude
If this your girl then she creeping
(Bitch, damn) burn one and she gone (Gone)
Burn two and I'm thrown (Thrown)
Test drive that new whip (Skrrt)
Pull up too high in this bitch (This bitch)
These white hoes love this pimp (This pimp)
Their pops say, "Stay from that nigga"
Ayy, I'm sipping on this tea
(This tea) , getting lit (Getting lit)
Chiefing on this tree
(This tree) , getting hit (Getting hit)
Fuck all the cash I spend
(Fuck all the cash I spend)
I'm plotting on niggas tryna
Plot on my riches (Ayy)
I'm ducking from the bitches while
I'm chasing these millions (Ayy)
Teenage dreams, nigga, hold on my feelings
(Carti) fast life bitch, Nascar chilling

Catch me with my clique with a 40 and a knit
With a Canon on record 'cause
I'm doin' this shit ayy, doin' this shit
Outchea straight doing this shit (Damn)
Catch me with my clique with a 30 and a knit
With a Canon on record 'cause
I'm doin' this shit ayy, doin' this shit
Outchea (Damn) , straight doing this shit

678 (Ayy)
Shrimp on my plate but the bread on the way
(Ayy)
Freshly baked, I've been waiting all day
Now the clouds all gray
From blowing this haze (Ayy, ayy)
Niggas gon' hate, that's cool with me
I'm a flossy nigga
'Cause talk is cheap and you a salty nigga
I can smell you, B
It's Cartier, you can't fuck with me
Check my wrist, bruh, like, what time it be?