Messenger Bag

Lyrics
[Intro] Just left the mall, and I keep a [?] like my [?] And I got the gas like my car So you know what I'm on (Ouu Cartier) Pull up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard (Like det) Bitch I pulled up flexing hard (All you do is trap) [Chorus] Just left the mall, and I keep a [?] like my [?] And I got the gas like my car So you know what I'm on Pull up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard [Verse 1] I might pull up, designer car I might pull up, designer brar She wan fuck with me cause I'm a star I don't wait, my diamonds splash my heart Young nigga swag on your broad I might splash on her from afar I might flеx on her, break her hеart She gon' back it up like we park Know that Cartier got that guap Keep them blues on me like the cop She want me come over, she can pop Pull up and you know that I'm on I turn her on, baby I ain't never falling off Cartier'GOD like the cross I might drip on you, make it drop [Chorus] Just left the mall, and I keep a [?] like my [?] And I got the gas like my car So you know what I'm on Pull up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard Bitch I pulled up flexing hard [Verse 2] I made your nigga get a job The way I pull up flexing hard Got all these girls on my knob Cause a nigga bite like they cop It's Ocean Mobb Came out the water like that mop I don't let they creep, I thank my walk All of this shit is off the top This off the top Bitch gon' give me top off the top Bitch I'm on the app look like [?] Bitch she open up, she say ah [?] she say ooh la la Came up like sushi, I'm so raw I'ma cut that bitch like it's Saw Bitch a new freezer it won't thaw Still running like the [?] Bitch I'm running like I'm from the cop Bitch I run it up, like [?] Bitch I run it up, I'm at the top
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Credits
- Writers
- Cartier God
- Fresno (Producer)
- C Medina