Cartier Vision Lyrics

And I Cartier my lenses

I can't even see a thing

And I Cartier my lenses

I can't see a thing

And I ksubi out my jeans

And I Cartier my lenses, yea I can't see a thing

And I ksubi out my jeans

And I'm feeling like Tupac when I walk up the scene

Cuz all eyes on me

And all theses groupie bitch trynna get next to me (next to me)

But I don't really pay no minds (pay no minds)

I know they just here just to trynna waste my time (waste my time)

And I ain't sorry if I break your heart and I make you cry

Cuz I'm worried about that bag, yea I'm worried bout that (worry bout that)

Cuz I'm motherfucking don

I being walking theses motherfuckers hood

And they treating me like I'm their motherfucking boss

Plus they my motherfucking sons

And I be taking all theses drugs

And I'm smoking so much I cant even feel my lungs

I be sipping on that codeine, yall sipping robituss

And my motion real tough

And my motion really build different

I could give a fuck about the critics

All I care about is fucking winning

All I care about is fucking winning

Yea, and all theses people bragging about they checks (bout they checks)

Got that times ten in chasing bank account (In my chase account)

I don't really mean to flex

Yea I don't really mean to flex ( I don't I don't really mean a)

And I know I'm doing better than my ex (than my ex)

And I know she salty I aint replying to her stupid text (to her stupid text)

And I know she trying me fuck on my feels but I could care less

And I'm, And I'm

And I'm making all this bread like I'm working at a bakery (bakery)

I'm a younging making money that why hating me (hating me)

And I'm feeding all my people like I'm out here catering (catering)

Sorry shordy aint no really dating me (aint no dating me)

And I'm fuckling theses hoes on the low (on the low)

Right after I'm done pass her to the bros (to the bros)

Like I'm sorry but you got to go

Right after we fuck block her on her number than I go ghost (ghost)

Got theses females blowing up my phone

I don't reply to the message hopefully they get the message

Out in public with my shades on, don't even brother me don't even try to talk to me

Got my ex's on my Instagram stalking me

And they see me in my bag full of colorful bills like monopoly

Yea like, like monopoly

And I know I'm doing better than my ex (than my ex)

And I know she salty I aint replying to her stupid text (to her stupid text)

And I know she trying me fuck on my feels but I could care less (yea I could care less)

And she trynna fuck on my feels but I could really care less

And I know she salty I aint replying to her text (yea yea)