Hardy Boys Playboi Carti Lyrics

“Hardy Boys Playboi Carti Lyrics” sung by Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson, Opium Jai represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Hardy Boys by Opium Jai.

Spend a lotta money on some d^^n clothes [Spend some money on that
Spend a lotta money on some d^^n clothes [Yeah, yeah yeah
Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes [Run that back, Turbo
East Atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope [Wheezy outta here
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover [A Ferrari and a Range Rover
That bih got a boy so she gon’ lay low [That boy got no mansion, he don’t
That boy just a l^^k, we serve him Karo [That boy doesn’t listen, he don’t
Cut that b^^ch right off, I feel like Van Gogh [Cut that b^^ch off, I feel like Van Gogh
Diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? [Dance floor
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go [Yeah, yeah, yeah

50K on my back end, I did a late show [Yeah, yeah yeah]

This that murder music
I let that chopper sing and they listen to it
My b^^ch, she like to get high, yeah, we gettin’ booted
I pop a Perc’ and sip my drank, yeah, now I’m zooted
I’m a superstar, yeah, I live my life like a movie
I drive foreign cars and f^^k bad b^^ches, yeah, I get to it
I buy a b^^ch a brand new bag, yeah, when I get bored
And that lil’ b^^ch keep calling me dad ’cause he can’t afford it
I swear I could’ve been a dad, but I made that b^^ch abort it
That was back when I was down bad, now the young n^^ga worth a fortune
Hell nah, you can’t be my BM, that’s just like extortion
Hell nah, lil’ b^^ch can’t put me on no child support
Make a b^^ch take a Plan B before I let a b^^ch take me to court

Yeah, we getting too much cash, lil’ b^^ch, but you a know a young n^^ga want more
D^^n, this freak ho water wet, I think I need a new surfboard
Yeah, I keep it a hundred thousand, young n^^ga, I ain’t telling stories
Yeah, I spend a couple thousand every time I walk up in that store
Yeah, I might blow a couple thousand on that b^^ch ’cause she a pretty w^^re
Yeah, this ain’t the regular Lamb’, lil’ b^^ch, yeah, this Aventador
Yeah, and we having sticks for ham n^^gas ’cause we don’t f^^k with pork
Yeah, I might smoke an opp n^^ga, shawty, but I don’t f^^k with ‘Ports

Yeah, I spotted an opp in the party, told lil’ bro, “Lock the door”
I upped my MAC and I told the p^^sy n^^ga, “Get on the floor
Give me them racks, give me that watch, b^^ch, it ain’t yours no more”
I got this b^^ch with an OnlyFans, yeah, she a super w^^re
She’ll do whatever for them bands, that’s why she mi amor
Hell yeah, she mine for sure [Yeah]

Spend a lotta money on some d^^n clothes [Spend some money on that
Spend a lotta money on some d^^n clothes [Yeah, yeah yeah

Fendi on my body, ho, no plain clothes [Run that back, Turbo
East Atlanta kickin’, smokin’ big dope [Wheezy outta here
I want a Ferrari and a Range Rover [A Ferrari and a Range Rover
That bih got a boy so she gon’ lay low [That boy got no mansion, he don’t
That boy just a l^^k, we serve him Karo [That boy doesn’t listen, he don’t
Cut that b^^ch right off, I feel like Van Gogh [Cut that b^^ch off, I feel like Van Gogh
Diamonds on me dancing, where’s the dance floor? [Dance floor
Walk down on an opp and let that thang go [Yeah, yeah, yeah

50K on my back end, I did a late show [Yeah, yeah yeah]