Wrist Froze lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & Shadoe Haze]
Ooh, Mr. Perfect
Damn, son, where'd you find this?
Carti
(Damn, damn, damn)
Uh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My wrist froze (Damn)
Two-tone rich ho’ (Damn)
Count money, condo (Carti)
Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti)
Got the b*tch all on me (Damn)
f*ck a b*tch, get rich (Damn)
Trust none
With the plug (Uh)
In the cut (Ayy)
Countin' funds (Ayy)
I can show your block some love (Goddamn)
n*ggas talkin' sh*t (Damn)
Load the clip (Damn)
Watch ’em drip (Goddamn)
Got his b*tch (Goddamn)
With the grip (Goddamn)
Now she dancin' on my di*k
In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti)
Free my n*ggas in the system (Carti)
All my n*ggas own a pistol (Carti)
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
You a pus*y like your b*tch (Damn)
Like a clique, damn, I hit (I hit)
Lookin' like a walkin' lick
I take your sh*t, then sell your sh*t (Lil' n*gga)
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 n*ggas always VIP (Damn)
Ayy, 678, n*gga, klan life, n*gga
It’s Carti, b*tch

[Verse 2: 6$cooby & Playboi Carti]
Uh, b*tch, I don't play around, sh*t I spray around (Grrah)
Lay a n*gga (Down) for a brick of pounds (Yeah)
I'm cruisin' ’round the city with my n*ggas city (Skrrt)
I'm twistin' up some sticky, bad b*tches with me
Ayy, call my n*gga Carti, like where's the party? (What?)
These b*tches off the molly, they tryna [?] (What?)
Huh, I hope this b*tch, she not your lady (Skrrt)
Went down, f*ckin' freak, n*ggas only gotta pay me
And they do pay me, 'cause you n*ggas pay
And I don't pay for sh*t, n*gga I'm a f*ckin' [?]
Uh, bottle after bottle, model after model (Comin')
n*ggas on the grind gettin' to them dollars
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My wrist froze (Damn)
Two-tone rich ho' (Damn)
Count money, condo (Carti)
Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti)
Got the b*tch all on me (Damn)
f*ck a b*tch, get rich (Damn)
Trust none
With the plug (Uh)
In the cut (Ayy)
Countin' funds (Ayy)
I can show your block some love (Goddamn)
n*ggas talkin' sh*t (Damn)
Load the clip (Damn)
Watch 'em drip (Goddamn)
Got his b*tch (Goddamn)
With the grip (Goddamn)
Now she dancin' on my di*k
In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti)
Free my n*ggas in the system (Carti)
All my n*ggas 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? f*ck it now, b*tch, 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 n*ggas fresh as sh*t (Uh)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
My wrist froze (Damn)
Two-tone rich ho' (Damn)
Count money, condo (Carti)
Snow bunny, Easter pink (Carti)
Got the b*tch all on me (Damn)
f*ck a b*tch, get rich (Damn)
Trust none
With the plug (Uh)
In the cut (Ayy)
Countin' funds (Ayy)
I can show your block some love (Goddamn)
n*ggas talkin' sh*t (Damn)
Load the clip (Damn)
Watch 'em drip (Goddamn)
Got his b*tch (Goddamn)
With the grip (Goddamn)
Now she dancin' on my di*k
In the kitchen, whip the mix (Carti)
Free my n*ggas in the system (Carti)
All my n*ggas own a pistol (Carti)