Wrist Frozen

Lyrics

[Intro: $ir Cartier & Shadoe Haze] Ooh, Mr. Perfect Damn, son, where'd you find this? Carti (Damn, damn, damn) Uh [Chorus: $ir Cartier] My wrist froze (Damn) Two-tone rich ho' (Damn) Count money, condo (Carti) Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti) Got the bitch all on me (Damn) Fuck a bitch, get rich (Damn) Trust none With the plug (Uh) In the cut (Ayy) Countin' funds (Ayy) I can show your block some love (Goddamn) Niggas talkin' shit (Damn) Load the clip (Damn) Watch 'em drip (Goddamn) Got his bitch (Goddamn) With the grip (Goddamn) Now she dancin' on my dick In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti) Free my niggas in the system (Carti) All my niggas own a pistol (Carti) [Verse 1: $ir Cartier] You a pussy like your bitch (Damn) Like a clique, damn, I hit (I hit) Lookin' like a walkin' lick I take your shit, then sell your shit (Lil' nigga) Count money all day, that's it (That's it) Smoke loud, can't touch no mid (Hell nah) My crib filled with them bricks (Damn) My car come with the tint (Damn) My cash don't make no sense (Damn) I'm lookin' like a pimp (A pimp) I pull up in that whip (Damn) My niggas always VIP (Damn) Ayy, 678, nigga, klan life, nigga It's Carti, bitch [Verse 2: 6$cooby & $ir Cartier] Uh, bitch, I don't play around, shit I spray around (Grrah) Lay a nigga (Down) for a brick of pounds (Yeah) I'm cruisin' 'round the city with my niggas city (Skrrt) I'm twistin' up some sticky, bad bitches with me Ayy, call my nigga Carti, like where's the party? (What?) These bitches off the molly, they tryna [?] (What?) Huh, I hope this bitch, she not your lady (Skrrt) Went down, fuckin' freak, niggas only gotta pay me And they do pay me, 'cause you niggas pay And I don't pay for shit, nigga I'm a fuckin' player Uh, bottle after bottle, model after model (Comin') Niggas on the grind gettin' to them dollars [Chorus: $ir Cartier] My wrist froze (Damn) Two-tone rich ho' (Damn) Count money, condo (Carti) Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti) Got the bitch all on me (Damn) Fuck a bitch, get rich (Damn) Trust none With the plug (Uh) In the cut (Ayy) Countin' funds (Ayy) I can show your block some love (Goddamn) Niggas talkin' shit (Damn) Load the clip (Damn) Watch 'em drip (Goddamn) Got his bitch (Goddamn) With the grip (Goddamn) Now she dancin' on my dick In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti) Free my niggas in the system (Carti) All my niggas own a pistol (Carti) [Verse 3: Nate Tiggs] You see this klan gear, hoe? (Hoe), yeah, I'm makin' a killer (I-I-I am) Thousand dollar of T's, yeah, I'm makin' a livin' (A livin') Started from scratch [?] What's down to help? Fuck it now, bitch, I'm on Got that loud in the air (I do) I'm just tryna live (I am) So I pour up a cup and I take it straight to the hand 'Cause I don't chase nothin' but money (Money) I'm all about that money (That money) Keep them hoes, I ain't trippin' (At all) Quit playin', man, them pimpin' (I am) My brothers say I'm gettin' it (Gettin' it) I'm lookin' like a million with a mouth full of go (Go) With the people that I struggle, with the same ones I'ma get it with (Woo) Klan life the clothin', boy (Uh), you know your niggas fresh as shit (Uh) [Chorus: $ir Cartier] My wrist froze (Damn) Two-tone rich ho' (Damn) Count money, condo (Carti) Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti) Got the bitch all on me (Damn) Fuck a bitch, get rich (Damn) Trust none With the plug (Uh) In the cut (Ayy) Countin' funds (Ayy) I can show your block some love (Goddamn) Niggas talkin' shit (Damn) Load the clip (Damn) Watch 'em drip (Goddamn) Got his bitch (Goddamn) With the grip (Goddamn) Now she dancin' on my dick In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti) Free my niggas in the system (Carti) All my niggas own a pistol (Carti)