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Molly (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

by Playboi Carti

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I'm from the Flat, lil nigga (Ooh)
We started trappin', nigga (Ooh)
We started rappin', nigga (Ooh)
These all black diamonds, nigga (Ooh)
Hang out with robbers, nigga (Ooh)
What you know about robbin' niggas? (Ooh)
What you know about TECs? (Ooh)
What you know about mobbin', nigga?

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed, lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'ma spend my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Uh
Yeah, the sun out, so my boys gonna trap today
When you get money, every day like Saturday (Woo)
Nigga's lyin', yeah, he stuck with a cappin' face
Niggas rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (Woo)
It's my "I don't even know, um, what happened" face
Grandma in the kitchen still singin' "Happy Days" (Yeah)
I just popped a G-6, I'm in my happy place
She was trippin', had to ask her, "What perc you take?" (Let's go!)
I can make your lil' bitch just wanna percolate
Sex first then we can have a after-date (Yeah)
Gave me head 'til my shit, um, decapitate
Look me in my eye and do, um, that nasty face (Woah)
Make it rain in the club like a nasty day
Told 'em that I'm comin', oh, no ejaculate
Pastry, pocket, boy, you not havin' cake
Fuck that overcoat and I swear your jacket late
Bro', just made his money back off a half a plate
Rollie cost me 40 thousand, that's half the face
I remember when them niggas all laughed at me
Portfolios, now they all bring their apps to me
Wish before me that my bitch practiced abstinence
Wishes don't come true until you just practice it
Niggas broke? Never, ho, bitch, we havin' it
Yes, we spendin' it, but you know we stackin' it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Look at these diamonds, they shinin'
Look at these bitches, they lyin'
Baby, these diamonds not Johnny
I just called up Avianne
I don't got no stylist
All my planes are privates
Perkys on the privates
We don't fuck with molly
We had to lay back on them pills
I just fucked the pint up
I'm finna settle in your field
Get slimed lil' bitch, I know you not real
I'm spendin' my money on guns and pills
In Atlanta with a bitch and the bitch so bad
I'm on the that lean, lil' bitch
Kick the bitch out, I don't need the bitch