Cartier Lens Songtext
von Bobby Shmurda

Trippin, nigga
Trippin, trippin, trippin, trippin, nigga
Trippin, nigga
Trippin, trippin, trippin, trippin
I been trippin, nigga
Trippin, nigga
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Glllttt
Trippin, trippin, gang, nigga
I been gang, nigga
Trippin, trippin, changed, nigga
I been changed, nigga
Changed nigga to the bank, nigga
Stacking bank, nigga
Stacking M′s
Fuck you think, nigga
Stacking M's, nigga


Fuck you think this Bobby B, I′m out the pens, nigga (Woof)
I thank God first 'fore I count my ends, nigga (woof)
Had to crawl first
'fore I touched a bent, nigga (′fore I touched a bitch)
Yea I parked up ′fore a nigga spinned, nigga (brrp)
Jump a fence, nigga (brrp)
Buss F'Ns, Nigga (brrp)
We ain′t from the place where niggas worried bout them nigga (yeeuumm)
I shot it at him, homies said I that I was ten niggas (brrrpp)
And I see millions through my Cartier lens, nigga (aye)

No time for bitches or these niggas all pretend nigga (yea yea)
You looking down thought you be proud
I'm out the trench, nigga (yea, yea)
I bussed it down (yea, yea)
For all my niggas in the pens, nigga (yea, yea)
Hopped up out the blue Ferrari, you know that its him, nigga (Aye)
Once again, nigga (Aye)
And again nigga (Aye)
Spin your block till the world fuckin ends, nigga
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck a pig, nigga
Cause I′m bitch and I'm bod and I′m hot and I'm rich, nigga
(Whole lotta cash, bitch)

Trippin', nigga
Trippin′, trippin′, trippin', trippin′, nigga
Trippin', nigga (yeah)
Trippin′, trippin', (aye) trippin′, trippin', nigga (go stack a-)
Trippin', nigga
Trippin′, nigga


Aye go stack a bill, nigga
No time for bitches, or these hoes
This shit get real nigga (this shit get real)
Cause I was in there, all alone, all by myself, nigga
Ain′t no one to call, my momma broke, ain't got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone crying, "Please don′t go to jail, nigga"
Lock my baby up, they try to get my bitch to tell on niggas
They gave my bro bout fifty-three, the other one an L, nigga
Bitch, I been popping pills, after pills, after pills, nigga
Trying to reminisce all my niggas that ain't here, nigga

Yea
I been trippin homie
Yea, yea
I been
Gang, gang, nigga
Bag homie, getting bank homie
Stacking M′s