Correction Lyrics Cartier AMG (Remix) by G.T.

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(We live in this motherf**ker, Terk)
Woo
Cash out
(Ayy, Terk, Sparkheem)

The way I stack my hundreds, b*t*h, they probably molded (Bih')
My raps is like the Bible, what I say, they quote it (Cash)
And if you got a gun around, he scared to hold it (Huh?)
My OG gave me wisdom, wrote it down, I noted (Yeah)
I just rolled the finest weed, I'm looking for my lighter (Uh)
I got b*t*hes in my circle like a rap cypher (Yeah)
Uh, killed my man for the bricks just like Mekhi Phifer
Uh, swear to God my b*t*h is badder every day I hype her (Cash out)
I just hit Nеw York and I forgot I brung my iron (Gone)
Sipping lean and Percocеt, I'm working on dying (Lean)
Uh, way before Instagram, I was verifying (True)
Feelin' like the Rock, I'm the most electrifying (Electric)
Had to get smart with the money, had to multiply it (Apply it)
I'm getting chubby, eating lambchops, I ain't on no diet (No)
I'm chiefing keef, headed to the mall, I'm 'bout to ball out (Glo)
We on a road trip, make her quit her job, I make her call out (Yeah)
Barkleys on my feet, no basketball, I'm ballin', n***a (Phew)
The white girls say I look cute, they be like, "Who is this n***a?" (Ooh)
I used to rock gold chains, but now I got my diamonds bigger (Cash out)
Kid Cudi chopper, bullet chip you, then it will rip ya (Uh)
Cartier lens (Carti')
AMG Benz (AMG)
Cartier lens (Carti')
AMG Benz (Dark tint)
AMG Benz (Red lens)
Cartier lens (Blue lens)
Cartier lens (Cartier)
AMG Benz (I'm gone)
AMG Benz (AMG, trill n***a, you know I got them all-white buffs on, n***a, yeah)
Cartier lens (Black)
AMG Benz (S 550, let's get it, watchdog, ayy)
Cartier lens (Yeah, for real)
AMG Benz (Cash out, that real sh*t right here)
Cartier lens (Cartier, come on)
AMG Benz (AMG, ayy)
Cartier lens (N***a, n***a)

I walk in the store, I ain't got no limit (For real)
My shoes Rick Owen, my fit Raf Simons (Ayy)
I need my cheese ASAP like Rocky (Come on)
Straight to the bank, 'bout to make a deposit (For real)
I'm rockin' the Gallery drop with the Lanvin (Phew)
You ain't got a package, I'm sittin' here laughin' (For real)
My wrist plain Jane, my neck be dancin'
Rockin' Marino, chips like casino (Yeah)
My money stacked up high like Pringles, I can't even fold it (For real)
I got so much f**kin' money stacked away, can't even blow it (Yeah)
Y'all n***as hatin', y'all can't take it and that sh*t be showin' (For real)
We used to be f**ked up, but not no more, b*t*h, we got up and goin'
My plug just hit me with some pure white sh*t, it started snowin'
Pack it up, we 'bout to find a new spot, they won't stop patrollin' (For real)
I need an XL f**kin' Chanel for all these racks I'm holdin' (The big)
N***a, just chill, watch for the mail 'cause they come straight from Oakland (Phew)
Cartier lens (Carti')
AMG Benz (AMG, for real)
Cartier lens (Carti')
AMG Benz (Dark tint)
AMG Benz (Red lens)
Cartier lens (Blue lens)
Cartier lens (Cartier)
AMG Benz (I'm gone)
AMG Benz (AMG)
Cartier lens (Black)
AMG Benz (S 550)
Cartier lens (Yeah)
AMG Benz (Cash out)
Cartier lens (Cartier)
AMG Benz (AMG)
Cartier lens (Ooh)

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