Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)

I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
[Intro]
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
[Hook]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All of your bitches they loose
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
And I’m on the block
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you

Woo, woo, woo, woo
[Outro]
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
And I’m on the block (what)
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
And I’m on the block
All of my bitches they rich
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)

In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock

Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
[Hook]
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
All these, niggas, always, fold
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
Big, bank, never, fold
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
[Verse]

Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
What, what, what, what, what
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
All of your bitches they loose
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
[Tag]
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)

And they stay rockin’ that Rick