[Hook:] Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Look at the ice on my Cartiers Counting that dough till my body hurts Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Cartier, Cartier, Cartier All the girls [?] are partying Tell the girl boot up on molly then Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Cartier, Cartier, Cartier
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Shawty she ask if it’s from Cartier [?] racks and I’m sporting it I know they hate, I ain’t worrying Hardaway, Hardaway, Hardaway I’m number one just like Hardaway Bitch right here gone take the shot away Knew that when I was a [?] [?] and the whip so fast, she think I’m finna whip that ass I just wanna do it, pop Xan, all I wanna do is pop bands And got to make that money, [?] and the Tommy Broke ass niggas can’t call me, Cartier wrist, gold 40
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Cartier, Cartier, Cartier Ball in the bay, I’m a warrior NYC girls on my Cartier Took me on flights of the [?] Cartier, Cartier, Cartier You won’t believe what just happened Racks on my belt and I’m sagging Touch down the pack, it just landed My [?] way off the planet I caught you haters red handed Counting this dough, I got callous I gotta call my accountant
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