Playboi Carti - Pour Me Up lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Playboi Carti - Pour Me Up lyrics]
Bih', what? (D hill)
Uh, ride with the cooler, that bih' like a
Uh
Ride with the cooler, it look like a ruler
These niggas intruders, these niggas gon'
Get on they shooters, they shoot at us
Yeah, you know that I'm booted
I know that I'm geeked
I know that I'm geeked, my bih'
Sleep, I can't sleep, uh, yeah
Wake up with that cash
Got racks all on my sleeve shawty, uh
I'm like Bob Marley, bitch, I'm
Smokin' on weed, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta thots, whole lotta cash
All on us, uh, yeah
Can't talk to a thot anymore, yeah
We don't fuck with you, bitch
Count up that money get richer, count
Up that money get richer, yeah
Count up that monеy get richer, count
Up that money gеt richer, ha
I bought my bitch a new Richard, I
Bought my bitch a new Richard, yeah, huh
Whole gang rockin' the Richard, now
We look real rich, yeah
Dig, yeah, uh
This shit way too big, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I got ten hoes in California, yeah
I had ten hoes on me in the mornin', yeah
I got ten hoes and they all moanin'
Yeah, racks in my bag, racks in my, uh
Racks on that bitch, put in the, uh
Pull out the switch, hit him real quick
He gotta go, left him in the ditch
We in the south, bangin' the 8, uh, uh
Whole lotta red shit, uh, uh
On that red bih', uh, uh
I need a red bih', hol' on
I'm on some savage shit, yeah
I'm 'bout to shred shit, yeah
All these niggas fake, yeah
I ain't tryna share shit, yeah
I can't talk to a ho
Yeah, 'cause they love shit, yeah
I can't fuck with these niggas, yeah
They triflin' shawty, she killin', yeah
I swear I better not see him
We gon' rob a nigga, yeah, jit get even, uh
Uh, I got some bitches in bed with me
They fuckin', they fuckin'
They fuckin', okay, uh
They fuckin on Carti, they fuckin on
Carti 'cause he got some hundreds, yeah
We hop in the truck, yeah
We hop in that SUV, get stuck
Two cups full of that lean, baby, pour me up
I'ma come out real quick
Uh, ride with the cooler, that bih' like a
Uh
Ride with the cooler, it look like a ruler
These niggas intruders, these niggas gon'
Get on they shooters, they shoot at us
Yeah, you know that I'm booted
I know that I'm geeked
I know that I'm geeked, my bih'
Sleep, I can't sleep, uh, yeah
Wake up with that cash
Got racks all on my sleeve shawty, uh
I'm like Bob Marley, bitch, I'm
Smokin' on weed, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta thots, whole lotta cash
All on us, uh, yeah
Can't talk to a thot anymore, yeah
We don't fuck with you, bitch
Count up that money get richer, count
Up that money get richer, yeah
Count up that monеy get richer, count
Up that money gеt richer, ha
I bought my bitch a new Richard, I
Bought my bitch a new Richard, yeah, huh
Whole gang rockin' the Richard, now
We look real rich, yeah
Dig, yeah, uh
This shit way too big, yeah, ayy, yeah
Yeah, I got ten hoes in California, yeah
I had ten hoes on me in the mornin', yeah
I got ten hoes and they all moanin'
Yeah, racks in my bag, racks in my, uh
Racks on that bitch, put in the, uh
Pull out the switch, hit him real quick
He gotta go, left him in the ditch
We in the south, bangin' the 8, uh, uh
Whole lotta red shit, uh, uh
On that red bih', uh, uh
I need a red bih', hol' on
I'm on some savage shit, yeah
I'm 'bout to shred shit, yeah
All these niggas fake, yeah
I ain't tryna share shit, yeah
I can't talk to a ho
Yeah, 'cause they love shit, yeah
I can't fuck with these niggas, yeah
They triflin' shawty, she killin', yeah
I swear I better not see him
We gon' rob a nigga, yeah, jit get even, uh
Uh, I got some bitches in bed with me
They fuckin', they fuckin'
They fuckin', okay, uh
They fuckin on Carti, they fuckin on
Carti 'cause he got some hundreds, yeah
We hop in the truck, yeah
We hop in that SUV, get stuck
Two cups full of that lean, baby, pour me up
I'ma come out real quick