Damn Shame

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Signin' that guy)
What? What? What? What? (I'm countin' C-notes)
(DJ Lil Keem, what up?)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Johnny Cinco]
I'm in this ho with Cinco countin' C-notes (I'm countin' C-notes, fuck nigga)
In this ho with Cinco countin' C-notes (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
In this ho with Cinco countin' C-notes (What? DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
This feelin' like a story that been wrote before (What?)
Pourin' up fours, countin' C-notes (What? What?)
I'm in this ho with Cinco countin' C-notes (Yeah)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like this been wrote before (Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go)
(Hoodrich Keem, yeah, I'm thinkin' 'bout signin' that guy)
Ooh, Forgiatos on my coupe still (Plug, let's go, let's go, let's go, still)
Everything steel, everything steel (What? What? What? Everything steel, what?)
Yeah (What? What?)
And I'm down for real (Let's go, let's go, let's go)
Got some bitches 'round me, baby girl, they down for real (Fuck, they down for real)
Got some niggas 'round me, baby girl, they down to kill (Oh, let's go, they down for real)
All these bitches 'round me tryna fuck, that's fuckin' real (Oh, let's go)
Ooh, ooh (What?)
And I keep it real (Keep it real)
2900 Flat niggas keep it real (For real)
Rockin' Robin, Trues for real, Robin, Trues for real (Plug, for real)
All my niggas out here steal, all my niggas peel (Yeah, that's for real)
Bitches callin' up my phone, they say I'm fake, nigga (Oh, let's go, I'm fake, nigga)
I just got some cake mix with cake, nigga (Fuck nigga)
Ayy (Let's go)
In LA on vacay, nigga (On vacay in LA)
Balenci', I don't fake, nigga (I don't fake, nigga)
Goyard on my waist, no cake, nigga (I swear, I swear)
Shoot him in his face, nigga (Yeah, yeah, let's go)

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]
All these niggas changed when the money came (Plug)
Promised I wouldn't change when the money came
All these bitches wanna hang when the money came
A fuck nigga came around when the money came (Fuck nigga)
In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes
And that check on me two hundred, that all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap, the money ain't the same (DJ Lil Keem, what up?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Johnny Cinco & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, ain't a nigga change (Fuck nigga)
Diamonds on a nigga chain
With the same bad bitches and that shit ain't changed (With these hoes)
Yeah, real nigga, I'm with Carti, that my la famille
And that bank on me, two hundred, I ain't hard to feel
They front row at every show, nigga, you don't know how that feel
Drive a foreign, drop a four, nigga, you don't sip how I sip
Real trap nigga, pocket full of dubs (Plug, pocket full of bands)
Young rich nigga, made myself a plug (Yeah, yeah)
Flexin' on these bitches, flexin' on 'em, nigga (On these hoes, yeah, yeah)
Hundreds on these bitches, hundreds on these niggas (Fuck)
Fuckin' up a sack, fuckin' up a sack
Right back to the trap, right back to the trap (To the trap)
Fuck around with them hundreds, might make me relax
Fuck around with 'em hundreds, bad bitch in the back
Froze, froze (Plug)
All these diamonds froze (Froze)
Did that off this flow (Flow)
I might go rogue (Rogue)
I did it for my ho
All my hoes froze (Froze)
Fuck her, vanish slow (Fuck nigga)
All my hoes with it (With it)
All my hoes fitted (Yeah)
Lenses gold-tinted (Gold)
Sip a four or better (Purple)
That's said I can't hang
That's said that I changed
Went and bought another chain, hey

[Chorus: Johnny Cinco]
All these niggas changed when the money came (Plug), yeah
Promised I wouldn't change when the money came
All these bitches wanna hang when the money came
A fuck nigga came around when the money came (Fuck nigga)
In that brand new Maserati steady switchin' lanes
And that check on me two hundred, that all on my chain
Came a long way from the trap, the money ain't the same (Hoodrich Keem)
Yeah (Whoo)

[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fire in this ho
Run that shit up (Yeah)
Ayy (Fuck nigga)
Know what I mean? (Yeah)
Big bank, you know what I'm sayin'?
Bag, bag, bag, bag