No Pressure

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[Intro: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid] Know how I'm bomin' Money on my dresser (Cash Carti) Glock with compressor (Cash Carti) I don't want no pressure (Aye, aye) Yeah (These niggas extra), what? (What? I come with the extra) Turn the beat up (Aye), yeah (I come with the extra) Yeah, ooh [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid] Ooh, money on my dresser (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?) Glock with compressor (Yeah, yeah) I don't want no pressure (Yeah, yeah) These niggas too extra (Yeah, yeah, for what?) I come with the extra (Yeah, for what?) I won't talk, won't text ya (Yeah, what?) Fuck yo bitch one text, yeah (Yeah, yeah, bitch) I want top, no sex, yeah (Yeah, what? For what?) Ridin' on top, no flex, yeah (Yeah) Blue hunnids, I catch up (Flex, yeah) Blue hunnids, who racked up? (Flex, yeah) I'm runnin' them racks up (Flex, yeah, yeah, runnin' them racks) You findin' your character (Runnin' them racks, yeah, yeah) I'm tatted, don't give no fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tatted up) I'm pickin' out carats, yeah (Yeah, carats, yeah) Them prices, we tear it up (Yeah, tear that up) [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] With gang and I air it out (Yeah, yeah) With slime and I bang it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?) We bangin' or weighin' up (What? Yeah) It's red and we pour it up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My diamonds, they glowin' up (Yeah) She waitin', she wanna fuck (Yeah) Be patient, I'm countin' up (What?) Be patient, I'm whippin' up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I touch—aye (Yeah, yeah) I touch thots you can't touch (Yeah, yeah) I touch guap you can't touch (What? Yeah) I touch thots you can't touch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I touch—what? (What? Yeah, yeah) I touch guap you can't touch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Step in town, I just touched (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Still pour drop (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Still pour drop, off that drop, off that mud (What? Yeah, yeah, off that—yeah) Still pour drop, still pour drop, what? Yeah (Yeah, yeah, drop, drop, drop, yeah) Yeah, still pour drop, in that drop, off the mud (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mounted up, aye, and that 40 tucked, yeah (Damn, what? Tucked) [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid] Ooh, money on my dresser (Yeah, yeah, what?) Glock with compressor (Yeah, yeah) I don't want no pressure (Yeah, yeah) These niggas too extra (Yeah, yeah, for what?) I come with the extra (Yeah, for what?) I won't talk, won't text ya (Yeah, what?) Fuck yo bitch one text, yeah (Yeah, yeah, bitch) I want top, no sex, yeah (Yeah, what? For what?) Ridin' on top, no flex, yeah (Yeah) Blue hunnids, I catch up (Flex, yeah) Blue hunnids, who racked up? (Flex, yeah) I'm runnin' them racks up (Flex, yeah, yeah, runnin' them racks) You findin' your character (Runnin' them racks, yeah, yeah) I'm tatted, don't give no fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tatted up) I'm pickin' out carats, yeah (Yeah, carats, yeah) Them prices, we tear it up (Yeah, tear that up) [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Ridin' on top, I flex (Flex) I get the money, more checks Cash Carti crash the Rari Bitch, she fuckin' on the molly (Bitch) She give me top in that coupe Ridin' round with the extras 50K on the necklace (Fifty) I cum on her chest but don't text her Bought some more chains, I'm flexin' Don't fuck with you niggas, I'm countin' my blessings The sniper, it come with compress Walk in the mall and I flex like a wrestler (Wrestler) Got out of jail, bought a Rolex (Rolex) These niggas, they flexin' like BowFlex (What?) I hit the hoe with a switcheroo She jump on the dick like a kangaroo [Chorus: Playboi Carti & Rich The Kid] Ooh, money on my dresser (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?) Glock with compressor (Yeah, yeah) I don't want no pressure (Yeah, yeah) These niggas too extra (Yeah, yeah, for what?) I come with the extra (Yeah, for what?) I won't talk, won't text ya (Yeah, what?) Fuck yo bitch one text, yeah (Yeah, yeah, bitch) I want top, no sex, yeah (Yeah, what? For what?) Ridin' on top, no flex, yeah (Yeah) Blue hunnids, I catch up (Flex, yeah) Blue hunnids, who racked up? (Flex, yeah) I'm runnin' them racks up (Flex, yeah, yeah, runnin' them racks) You findin' your character (Runnin' them racks, yeah, yeah) I'm tatted, don't give no fuck (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm tatted up) I'm pickin' out carats, yeah (Yeah, carats, yeah) Them prices, we tear it up (Yeah, tear that up)