Playboi Carti, Cultie - This Cash lyrics

(Oh, that's that nigga Zee)
Young niggas still pull up five deep
Not giving no fuck rolling good gas
Keep this shit a hundred-ten
How we raised, nigga cultie

They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam
(With my fam) i don't really see no niggas
(I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face
My face get out my face, my face (yeah)

I said we fucked on a cloud
Her head so wet except when she on live
'Til her phone die
My Oakland city folk wild, he on trial
Molly man, coke jock, got the bands
Bouta roll my dope
She tells me, "Pool is open", goddamn
I nose dive
Still 4-4 down, got gold rounds, they fly
Young nigga, stay five deep, I creep
Pull on scene, nobody gon' try me
Four-five when they see my heat
Still pour pimp on the low
Gotta limp on a hoe
Makin' sure that the hookers see my $teez
88 ready couldn't seen my teeth, RIP Papi
Still gotta place every night when
I see my dreams pull up, not deep I see
Still bump Radiohead proudly motherfucker
I come through, gun buck ya
Never gave a fuck
'cause the way a nigga was raised
In the East Atlanta six
I give my dick to a, bad bitch and uh
That's the way a nigga livin'
Cultie Marse, no trippin'

They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam
(With my fam) i don't really see no niggas
(I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face
My face get out my face, my face

I'm sipping recline with a freak
Diamonds all on my teeth
You can tell I'm cold when I speak
I ain't no, shoot for free
I got bitches all up on me
I don't steal keys, nigga, these all me
I'm smokin' and jokin' with
Bitches that's foreign
Cartier, that nigga I be
That's that pain shit, can you taste it?
My patience is bad
I don't like to talk, nigga I like cash
Duffle bags, yeah, all of that
Bad bitches with ass, gas all in my blunt
Trap on the cunts
Come fuck some, let me nut one
Get the fuck on, I'm a boss
Cultie Marse and Carti (Bitch)
You done lost it (Bitch) niggas know me
(Bitch) , I stay flossin' (Bitch)
You bitch a (Bitch)
Give me head and is awesome (Speechless)
Panda, these diamonds
Your ho two-timin', Carti

They ain't about this cash like I am, nah
Girl you need to check yo' nigga (Fuck 'em)
I'm just gon’ get rich with my fam
(With my fam) i don't really see no niggas
(I don't see 'em)
I'm in the shade, sippin' on wine, recline
Getting paid, Armani, shades, I'm blazed
Girl, I'm not try'na fuck, get out my face
My face get out my face, my face