[Intro]
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
[Chorus: King Combs]
Ayy, I throw on my Cartis (I throw on my Cartis)
I can't see none of you niggas when I'm in the party (When I'm in the party)
We sippin' on DeLeón, we do not do Bacardi (Do not do Bacardi)
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn't want the Rari (Skrr)
[Post-Chorus: King Combs]
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded (Damn)
I'm rockin' this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy (Fly like Jeff Hardy)
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy (Never)
They askin' me Chris if you fuck with niggas, I tell 'em hardly (I tell 'em hardly)
[Verse 1: NAV]
Diamonds inside of my Cartis, I bring my gun in the party (Brr)
And I'm walkin' with my cash, my right pocket got like 40 (Cash)
You said that girl is your shorty, try to call me I ignored it (Woah)
All of my shells in her mouth, she suckin' slow like a tortoise (Woah)
Stompin' my foot in thе gas, you hear it squeakin' when I turn it (Skrrt)
Evеryday I'm in the shop, I buy some tires just to burn 'em (Yeah)
Lying to my girl cause what she don't know won't hurt her (No)
Gold medal 'round my neck I got it jumpin' over hurdles (Yeah)
Back when shit hit the fan, man, I was right there with you (With you)
Old friends takin' shots cause they ain't part of the picture (No)
But my real friends, got their lives keep getting better and better (Yeah)
Everybody got a watch, and they iced out, I'm tellin' you (Tell)
[Chorus: King Combs]
Ayy, ayy, I throw on my Cartis (I throw on my Cartis)
I can't see none of you niggas when I'm in the party (Party, party)
We sippin' on DeLeón, we do not do Bacardi (Do not do Bacardi)
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn't want the Rari (Skrr)
[Post-Chorus: King Combs & Fivio Foreign]
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded
I'm rockin' this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy (Fly)
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy
They askin' me Chris if you fuck with niggas (Baow), I tell 'em hardly (I tell 'em hardly)
[Verse 2: Fivio Foreign]
If you ain't got Cartiers, you can't party here (Nah, you can't)
I don't be book ballin' but (What?)
I put the starters here, look (Nigga)
Nigga this Cartier bitch (Cartier), nigga we Cartier Crip (Cartier Crip)
Nigga we Cartier Crip (Ah)
Don't be a Cartier [?] (Grrt, baow)
We catch a murder, huh (We catch a murder)
I bought a gun, there was a body on the burner (Baow)
We got a body, but your body wasn't heard of (Nah)
It was somebody, somebody get burnt up
We livin', we learnin', you niggas should learn us
They do a lot, so we gotta be turnt up
We buried the body, the body don't turn up (Grrt, baow)
[Chorus: King Combs]
Ayy, ayy, I throw on my Cartis (I throw on my Cartis)
I can't see none of you niggas when I'm in the party
We sippin' on DeLeón, we do not do Bacardi
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn't want the Rari
[Verse 3: King Combs]
I'm smokin' on carbon (I'm smokin' on carbon)
I'm beggin' your pardon (I'm beggin' your pardon)
I got two bitches and they gay, shout out to Marvin (Shout out to Marvin)
I'm in the Wraith, I'm seein' space, bitch I'm a martian (Ayy, ayy)
I got a pool big as a lake, I bought a dolphin (What? What?)
Fresh to death need a coffin
Off the drugs she be coughin'
I'm tired of flossin'
I went crazy in Nordstrom (Yeah)
All these blue hunnids got these niggas sick, they feelin' nauseous
You should be tired of hatin' on niggas I know you exhausted
[Chorus: King Combs]
Ayy, ayy, I throw on my Cartis (I throw on my Cartis)
I can't see none of you niggas when I'm in the party
We sippin' on DeLeón, we do not do Bacardi (Do not do Bacardi)
I pull out the Rolls-Royce, I didn't want the Rari
[Post-Chorus: King Combs & Fivio Foreign]
My bitch is a Barbie, her ass is retarded (Damn)
I'm rockin' this Dior shit, fly like Jeff Hardy (Fly like Jeff Hardy)
Dior, nigga, this not Ed Hardy (Never)
They askin' me Chris if you fuck with niggas (Baow), I tell 'em hardly (I tell 'em hardly)
