Playboi Carti - CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE (Official Audio) — Playboi Carti | караоке, минус + текст песни

... get me out of here. Yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Woah, woah. What you getting for it? Woah. Feelin' like fuckin' these rackets off your ho fuckin' these rappers, woah. Your ho been fuckin' the trapper's kid. Your ho been fuckin' the trapper. I don't get into the chatter. Pimpin' ain't dead, they cap it. She worship a nigga, I'm havin' it. Ask me how I feel, tired, cool. Too many hundreds, can't fit in a row. Little bit... yeah, run off the road. Been past the trenches and went through the mo'. New Benjis, new bitch, she down too. Pretty little model bitch bring me the proof. Shoppin' in Prada, bitch, can't even buy shoes. Take off the link on the Patek. She go to the throat of the GOAT. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes... Ooh. Ah, big perky K. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes, whoa. Talked through dimes shit, yeah, talked through dimes shit. Talked through chicken shit, yeah, talked through cow shit. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes, whoa. Talked some horse shit, yeah, talked some horse shit. Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit. Driving through the city, looking for an engine. Ah. Driving through the city, looking for a white, I put his head in the bag. Ice like lemon, yeah, that's me, but he don't know I got a mask. Gen5 came with the Tech, new gen5 with the tag. I was born ready, already red flag. It was already up, clean it up. All my hoes on the rocks. All my hoes on the rocks. All my hoes on the rocks. Jump out the coupe, I'ma hit 'em out of the denim. All of these hundreds, can't believe I'm a felon. Stay with my shooter, you know I'm rebelling. Call her Mob Aye, she handle my wishes. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a- charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a- charge them hoes a fee. Yeah, ain't talkin' publishin', I pay their fees with my Gs. Hermès trays and Cartier sprays. I got a whole case for the plane. Ain't no budget, I'm buggin'. That bitch say you spent 12 million on estate just to rage. That's just play money, you ain't even playin'. Still remain, I'm Blocka La Flame. Reimagining the game, I'm changin' the face. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes, whoa. Talked through dimes shit, yeah, talked through dimes shit. Talked through chicken shit, yeah, talked through cow shit. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes a fee. Charge them hoes, whoa. Talked some horse shit, yeah, talked some horse shit. Poppin' mad shit, yeah, poppin' mad shit.