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[Intro: Chief Keef]
Yea, let’s get it
Bitch, brr

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Ohh, Miley Cyrus
Ohh Yeah, Miley, Miley
Ohh Yeah, Miley Cyrus
Ohh, Miley, Miley
Wings where
Ohh yea, Kylie, Kylie
Ohh yea, Calabasas
Ohh yea, Kendall, Kylie
Adidas deal
Ohh, shoutout Kanye
Crazy girls, every Friday

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Malibu, that’s casual
Got the Michael Duke
Fit you with grab the tool
I’m with them animals
It’s a real nigga, annual
Your hoe on automatic, put her on manual
She can’t handle me, handle me and Betty Boop
You’re lookin’ for me, I’m on Saks Fifth Avenue
I just went and bought me some flashbangs
You can disappear, disrespectin’ that gang
Choppa go, ratata
You talkin’ rarara
She got more mileage than a car-haha
And she just pull up to the spot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Chief Keef]
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Miley Cyrus, catchin’ bodies
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, that pussy got some mileage, mileage
Don’t care, your pussy got some mileage, mileage

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe
Old swag, new flow
Old swag, new flow (flow flow)
Old money, new hoe (beep)
Old money new flow (flow what)

[Verse 1]
Bad bitch, love the pole (what)
Sip the four, Actavis (woah)
Sip it slow, kickin’ shit (lean, woah)
Oh Pi’erre, come in here
Got some hoes they upstairs
I need two hoes, I need two pairs (what? What?)
My chain too cold, chandelier
Pretty boy, huh, manicure
You need a code just to come in here (oh)
Only 21 feel like a bachelor (Playboi)
Pretty bitch, baddest thing in here (uh)

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what? What?)
Old money, new hoe

[Verse 2]
Ooh ooh, damn I feel my self
Left my bitch at home (Playboi), told her fuck herself
Did it on my own (huh), made it by myself (Playboi)
And I keep a tec, boy I keep the stare
Leave a nigga wet, boy I got the well
Grab it off the shelf (huh, Playboi, Playboi)
She said she need a pair, spend it on myself (cash)
Got like three phones (phones), Apple not a pear
Got like three hoes (brrr), I do not compare
In the trap we selling crack come here (huh)
Momma shed a tear (ooh)
In the trap we cookin’ up a meal (ooh)
Cookies in the shelf
My diamonds target self, like I’m Michael Phelps

[Chorus]
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe (what?)
Old money, new hoe

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Run it up, yeah, yeah
Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah
Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded, yeah, got it all the time
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, yeah, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Two nights in a coupe, yeah, yeah, silly bih, let’s scoop
Oh yeah, yeah, I fucked her by the pool
Oh yeah, diamond wetter than your boo
Oh yeah, all that money take your loot

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on ’em beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Bridge: Playboi Carti]
That bag loaded yeah got it out the top
Nickelodeon, yeah, way I got that slime
The Dream Mode, tatts showin’, my teeth
Keep it tucked like a tee, shout out Midnight, (N)ine

[Verse 2: Skepta]
Trust, trust
Know I can’t dap you up
Yeah, you super sus
Better get used to us, had to go Super Saiyan
Had to go bird’s eye view
You’s a computer game
GTA, look at us run the streets
Give us this fuckin’ food
This is a fuckin’ feast
Man, I ain’t throwing peace
I just throw up the V
Drinks spillin’ on my shoe
Lean spillin’ on my seats
Niggas is talkin’ greazy
Please, freeze

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real
I’m on the beans for the real, I’m on the lean for real

[Outro: IndigoChildRick]
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 1]
She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those
She a spoiled lil bitch, I bought her all her clothes
You know I treat you good, I don’t wanna meet your hoes
I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows
We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals
We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes
Changin’ mood swings, you got me on those
We gettin’ back in, walked through the back door
You had some surgeries, but it’s a fact though
You like the cash girl, you helped the cash grow
You drivin’ Lambos, with some leg room
Girl, I’m waiting on you, bring that bag home (ooh)

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Verse 2]
She don’t play with bitches, she don’t play with hoes
Yeah she wit the shit, she might kill a hoe
Get this hit by Carti?, Yeah my bitch on go
When she on that molly, anything goes
She was in Miami, on a fuckin’ boat
With some ball players she left them niggas broke
She said “text my phone”, Tell me I’m alone
I respond back, “When you comin’ home?”
She respond back, “I was in my zone”
The money counter on, the money counter on
Hold up, what you talkin’ bout, come here
Girl I’m waitin’ on you
Bring that bag home

[Chorus]
Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home, daddy waitin’ for it
Bring that money home

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 1]
Cop the Prada bitch, get one for the silt
Got that Prada bag, got one for my bitch
Lil boy hit like blitz
Lil boy this my bitch
Got me mad ass shit, so I slapped that bitch
I need hop in a coupe
Your bitch gone star at the clique
And I ain’t even fucking this thot
But your bitch got the star on the clique
All of my diamonds they flawless
All of my diamonds legit
All of these diamonds they popping
Hold up, Slatt, look like a boss
I get the dope, kilo
Yeah, come fuck with the boss
Smokin’ that gas, diesel
Yeah, smell like a boss
She throwin’ the bag like a freezer
Yeah, hit like a boss

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch

[Verse 2]
All my dogs, fight my dog, yeah, shootin’ my dog
Yeah, I want your thot, don’t want your bride, yeah
She all on my lot
Countin’ the nights, all in my ghosts, yeah
Head to the loft
I got his strap all on my dick, ain’t hittin’ it raw
I just let, ooh, Prada bag, ooh, holding the nine
I got a bitch, Rihanna bad, ooh
That bitch gotta body
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Made a mil’ off that, uh
Off that mumblin’ shit
Bought a crib for my mama
Off that mumblin’ shit
Fuck that hoe, [?] big ass booty bih

[Chorus]
I’ma go fuck that bitch
I’ma go thrash that bitch
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
Shawty gon’ suck this dick
That’s a pull-up bitch
Don’t make me pull up bitch
I’d smash that thot, then pull out bitch
Might push the Flacko shit
Watch me pull up, take your chain lil bitch
I’m on Deebo lit
I’m on Migo lit
I’m on kilo lit
I go psycho bitch
Watch me suck your bitch
Watch me thrash that bitch
Then I pass that bitch