MR. CARTER Lyrics

Oou, give me some face

Oou, give me some guap

I might have to Ricky the jacket

I might Balenci the top

Like yeah bitch go harder, I can't ever stop

Feel like Mr. Carter, I'm pleasing her spot

All eyes on me and I feel like Tupac

If you take a step closer, your ass getting

No, K.R. can't play bout' no bitch

Yes, K.R. gon' get his self rich

And yes, I be rockin' with Richie He rockin' that Ricky, I'm rockin' Givenchy

If I play around with the hoe, I'ma get her

Five-fo' hoe and she wet, and I hit her

Can't remember her name, I remember her birthday in December

So what should I get her?

Real Big P I can't fall for that

I hit two bad bitches, I'm fallin' back

Got it stuck in my jeans in a Marni bag

I might rock Tiffany on a party day

I'm the one like my last name, Hardaway

Pretty bitches, she living in Soddy Day-Z

They don't listen, they think they I'm cray-Z

Ooh, give me some face

Ooh, give me some guap

I might go Ricky the jacket

I might Balenci the top

Like, yeah, bitch, go harder, I can't ever stop

Feel like Mr. Carter, I'm pleasing her spot

All eyes on me and I feel like Tupac

If you take a step closer, your ass getting

Too many Berettas in this damn spot

I'm crackin' his eggs and it leave him shell shocked

I want me some sex and I want me some top

And I told her don't stop until her jaw lock up

Getting money, I bossed up

How the fuck did he have all that shit in high school?

Cause, nigga, I'm not ya , lil' bitch

Ooh, give me some face

Ooh, give me some guap I might go Ricky the jacket

I might Balenci' the top

Like yeah, bitch, go harder, I can't ever stop

Feel like Mr. Carter, I'm pleasing her spot

All eyes on me and I feel like Tupac

If you take a step closer, your ass getting

Slatt, slatt, slatt, blatt!

What's happening?

Had to drop a cool bag, on some pants

They was satin!

I got way more money than you and your papi

No lacking huh, these niggas be digital dashin'

I might make my own jeans

And make the pockets deep so you can fit all the racks in

No, niggas can't do it like me

Yes, feel like I'm Kobe '03

And if she don't know me, then she gotta leave

I be smoking opp pack like I own Tennessee

Ooh, give me some face

Ooh, give me some guap

I might go Ricky the jacket

I might Balenci' the top

Like yeah, bitch, go harder, I can't ever stop

Feel like Mr. Carter, I'm pleasing her spot

All eyes on me and I feel like Tupac

If you take a step closer, your ass getting