Playboi Carti – Cartier Lyrics (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What?)
Yeah (What?), yeah (Slatt, what?), okay (What? Slatt, what?)
Ayy (What?), slatt (Slatt), ayy (Yeah, slatt)
Ayy (Okay), uh (Okay), ayy (Slatt, slatt)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I’m too lit, uh
I’ma die lit (Okay)
I got a AK (What?)
Big ass sticks (AK)
You could get hit (Bow, bow)
You know that I’m pushin’ up (Pushin’ up)
You know that I’m booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up (Yeah, check it out)
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin’ bout, woo)
These bitches don’t give a f*ck (Let’s go)
They f*ckin’ on Cartier (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
My diamonds are Cartier
My watches are Cartier
She talk about Cartier
I hit up my baby, yeah
I bought her some Cartier
Yeah, brand new Cartier (Yeah)
Two-tone (Hello)
Yeah, brand new Cartier
And I got a Rolls-Royce
It make the white folks stare
You know I don’t give a f*ck ’bout them
Why the f*ck you think I care?
Bitch, I be everywhere
Bitch, I’m good everywhere (Yeah)
Don’t let my chain get under my shirt, that shit out everywhere (Yeah)
Cartier, I got Cartier, yeah, everywhere

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I’m too lit, uh
I’ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass sticks (AK, brrt)
You could get hit (Bow)
You know that I’m pushin’ up (Pushin’ up)
You know that I’m booted up (Booted up)
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin’ bout)
These bitches don’t give a f*ck
They f*ckin’ on Cartier

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Playboi Carti]
My diamonds like flashlight
I’m showin’ my ass right (Showin’ my ass)
I turned to the bad guy

I smoke out the pack right (What?)
I’m drinkin’ the Act’ right (Yeah, yeah)
My new bitch got cat eyes (Yeah)
I just be coolin’ right here in the city
I bust on her face and it got on her titty (Yeah)
My pockets, they stuffed, yeah, my shit’s never empty
I pulled up a hundred but only spent fifty (What?)
Then ate a banana, you know that I clip it (Uh)
I peel that bitch back and play-play like I’m Ricky (Uh)
Your bitch, she pulled up to my crib
And she act like she ain’t wanna suck it, persuade her to lick it (Suck it)
Come on, baby, just come give me head like condition
She brought her lil’ friends, so I couldn’t even pick it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I been on the jet like my name was Scott Disick
I said I’m in this bitch, you better run the ballistics

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
I’m in this bitch, yeah (What?)
I’m too lit, uh
I’ma die lit
I got a AK
Big ass sticks (Brr)
You could get hit
You know that I’m pushin’ up (Bow)
You know that I’m booted up
My shawty be booted up
I ride in the Tonka truck (Talkin’ bout)
These bitches don’t give a f*ck
They f*ckin’ on Cartier (Slatt, slatt)

[Post-Chorus: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
f*ckin’ on Cartier (What?)
They f*ckin’ on Cartier (Lil Uzi)
They f*ckin’ on Cartier
f*ckin’ on Cartier
They f*ckin’ on Cartier
They f*ckin’ on Cartier (Woo)

[Outro: Playboi Carti & Lil Uzi Vert]
(Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Yeah (Slatt), yeah (What?), hold up (What?), pour up (What? Yeah)
They f*ckin’ lil Cartier (What? Yeah, what? Yeah)
They f*ckin’ Lil Uzi, yeah (Yeah)
I got that Uzi tucked (What? Talkin’ ’bout)
Yeah, I got that Uzi tucked (What? What?)
Bitches ain’t shootin’ us
These niggas ain’t doin’ nothin’