CARTI FRAMES - Intellectual

[Intro]

Bitch-ass nigga

Now let me kick you some pimpin', the rules of breakin' these bitches

The money always comes first and the pussy is never given out

Break out your cash if you wanna touch my bitch's ass

Label full of stallions, you're comin' out your pockets fast

The caddy whippin', King Louis XIII I'm sippin'

Dripped up inside of this mink coat, the only thing that you kissin' is my

Pinky ring, we can trick off off a purse

Open up my mouth, please work my magic, when you sip, just slurp

Cold-blooded pimpin' runnin' through my veins

I could never love a ho, I'm married to the fuckin' game

Come take a look right trough my Carti' frames

Breakin' bitchеs, makin' money, slangin' dope, it's all the samе

Cold-blooded pimpin' runnin' through my veins

I could never love a ho, I'm married to the fuckin' game

Come take a look right trough my Carti' frames

Breakin' bitches, makin' money, slangin' dope, it's all the same

I know this nympho Rebecca, comin' straight out of Texas

She'll clean your crib while suckin' your dick and cook you some breakfast, huh

And now there's Keisha, pussy a true deceiver

Top of the list of gold-diggin' bitches, fuckin' rappers, then thief 'em

And then there's Tracy, who tried to trap me with babies

Who wanna come down and be your whole Rosé (Bitch, that ain't Rami, baby)

So beware of these motherfuckin' tales 'cause

(These are the tales, the freaky tales)

(These are the tales that I tell so well)

Cold-blooded pimpin' runnin' through my veins

I could never love a ho, I'm married to the fuckin' game

Come take a look right trough my Carti' frames

Breakin' bitches, makin' money, slangin' dope, it's all the same

Cold-blooded pimpin' runnin' through my veins

I could never love a ho, I'm married to the fuckin' game

Come take a look right trough my Carti' frames

Breakin' bitches, makin' money, slangin' dope, it's all the same