"CARPET" lyrics

BIA, BIA
Uh
Pick it up
Pick, pick it up

All my bitches, yeah, we racked up (Yeah, we racked up)
On a mission, get my sack up (Get my sack up)
Broken bridges, can't get back up
He got switches if you act up

Yeah, I just put a carpet in the club
I ain't part of NASA, but I got a rocket in the club (Uh)
Bitch, I need three hundred, not a dub
All these hoes entertainment, they just gossip for the pub' (Uh)
They don't pay you to walk through the club
Meanwhile I'm gettin' paid just to walk into the club (Uh)
Better watch who you hoes talkin' to because
I'm the last bitch that fucked around and offered you some buzz

Uh, all these hundreds for you, pick it up (Pick it up)
All these hundreds for you, pick it up (Pick it up)
All these hundreds for you, pick it up
I just threw a carpet in the club, bitch, pick it up (Pick it up)
Bitch, pick it up (Pick it up)
Bitch, pick it up (Pick it up)
Bitch, pick it up
I just threw a carpet in the club, bitch, pick it up

Yeah, money bring the power, but it can't buy no respect (Can't buy no respect)
See me throwin' all this money, think I'm throwin' up a set (Hrr)
On ten, everybody really rich, what you expect? (Huh?)
Bitches say that they outside, why I haven't seen 'em yet? (Huh?)
Shit is loopy
I just wanna ask is it the drugs? Is it the tusi?
Bitches want a BIA, now it's lookin' like they duped me (Huh?)
If he feelin' choosy, I'ma leave him, I'm no goofy
If he seen this coochie, then I put it on his kufi
You could be my baby boy and I could be Taraji
Lately when it's rainin', my umbrella's a Ferrari
If I'm crashin' out, then I don't gotta tell him sorry
You should see the things that niggas do for this punani

All my bitches, yeah, we racked up
On a mission, get my sack up
Broken bridges, can't get back up
He got switches if you act up

All these hundreds for you, pick it up
All these hundreds for you, pick it up
All these hundreds for you, pick it up
I just threw a carpet in the club, bitch, pick it up (Damn)

It look like we growin' grass in the club (Ayy)
Cheap bitch, I grabbed her ass for a dub (Ayy)
Fuck around and gave her three hundred cash, you know I had to fuck (Right)
Ask Jay, we left carpets in the clubs
Quarter-million-dollar car, I tried to park it in the club (Right)
Tucked my gun on my waist, grabbed my drank
Grabbed the money out the— then I'm walkin' in the club (Damn)
Like, nigga, you know ain't no talkin' in the club
I'm tryna vibe with the hoes, you in here talkin' 'bout a song (Shut the fuck up)
"Ayy, gang, check this shit out I made yesterday" (Shut the fuck up)
Ayy, gang, back up 'fore you get pepper sprayed (Hah)
Yester— yesterday I made money off the rap, I might sell meth today
I bust a big play, I might buy this pint of Tech today
When you think about it, he don't really want shit but 11K

All my bitches, yeah, we racked up
On a mission, get my sack up
Broken bridges, can't get back up
He got switches if you act up

All these hundreds for you, pick it up
All these hundreds for you, pick it up
All these hundreds for you, pick it up
I just threw a carpet in the club, bitch, pick it up

I just threw a carpet in the club, bitch, pick it up