Cartier Frames - Intellectual

[Intro]

( Hey, Rick! )

Cartier frames, I can't see a thing

Pull up on him, chopper really let it bang

I'ma drop the top down, drop the top up on the Range

Your girl giving top, she giving sloppy to the gang

Everywhere that I go, I know they gon' follow

Oops, I got no feelings, got no heart, my body hollow

Yeah, my pockets fat, pockets fat, call 'em Rylo

2-4 on my back, bitch, I'm gon' ball hard with my eyes closed

Yeah, stand it, hatin', I can't stand it

Cut a nigga off, that boy gon' need a bandage

Bitch, I keep my heater tucked, this chopper make you vanish

I said I'm just tryna fuck, she eat dick like a sandwich

Out my face, get out my way

Got too much on my plate so I don't wanna talk today

You don't love me, oh, so I'ma throw it all away

I see your shadows in my room, it's really hauntin' me

Pop a Percocet so I can throw it all away

But every time I'm solo baby end up calling me

You ain't taking part of me, yeah, you took all of me

Guess it's written down in history, yeah, to follow me

Follow me

I'm still blacking out with my Cartier frames

I'm too rich to give a fuck

But I'm too fucked not to live it up