Lotta Time lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti & (Frank Ocean)]
(Yo?) Ayo Frank you on the phone? (Yeah)
We gotta drop that sh*t (haha)
You know what I'm sayin'? (haha, yeah)

[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I can’t take away pain
I been MIA, away
For a lotta time, lotta time, lotta time
For a lotta time, lotta time, lotta time, ohh
Everything’s changin’, Aye
It’s a lot of complications
I been gone for a minute, oh no
You been trippin’
Windows tinted

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
(Slat, slat, yeah, yeah)
Cash Carti back, lil’ b*tch
I’m with my slatt, lil’ b*tch
I’m with young Frank, lil’ b*tch
Blonded and Double O business
It’s been a motherf*ckin’ minute
It’s been a motherf*ckin’ minute
It’s been a motherf*ckin’ minute
We finna blow up the world
Look at my neck, you see pearls
She got Die Lit on her shirt
I’m finna lift up the skirt
I eat her pus*y like percs
I eat her pus*y likе percocet
No no no, I’m into that
Oh my god, Cash Carti back
f*ckin’ on yo b*tch
f*ckin’ on yo b*tch
AP down my wrist
Double O on my wrist
Doublе O on her tits
[Verse 3: Playboi Carti]
Get a tat, that’s the sh*t
Frank Ocean in this b*tch
Young Carti in this b*tch
Know we stay Die Lit
Die Lit V2
Finna drop the b*tch soon
n*ggas better be in tune

[Verse 4: Frank Ocean]
You better keep it cool
The Patek’s on my boo
Do anything for you, aye
I got a lot for you, ohh, uhh
She got double Ds, she the baddest mix
And she walk around like the baddest b*tch
And she sittin’ there, smokin’ a cigarette
Pretty like my guy, she my b*tch, uh