[Lyric] Athena Version 1 (Playboi Carti)

[Intro]
Let's go, Maaly

[Verse 1]
Crack money, I serve crack junkies
I got money coming
I got slatts cumming, I got bitches cumming
I got money on me, I got hundreds on me
Keep them hundreds on me, keep them hundreds coming
Keep them bitches coming, keep them opps running
I just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I got thotties with me, I got slutties with me
I'm on the Southside, I got two nines
I fucked two hoes 'cause I'm too fine
I got hoes, yeah, after hoes, yeah
I change clothes, yeah, I change clothes, yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
Bad bitch got a case, yeah, but I wanted to give it to her
But I can't give her all, yeah, so I can't see this bitch, oh yeah
I can't even start with you, I got the money, yeah
I got a money issue, I got a, uh, hold up
I got the carats on me, Bugs Bunny, yeah
Shawty fuckin' on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie, yeah
Hoes be starving, yeah, hold up
I'm so fly like a Martian, yeah
I take off on these bitches, they be, hold up
I take off on these bitches, now she call me, hold up
These bitches just be costing, hoes, they costing
Uh, yeah, nigga flossing
[Interlude]
Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more
Ice on me, I don't even know

[Verse 2]
Different sluts every day, yeah
Different bitches, different place
I put it all in her face
Then we go on vacay
I'ma do this every day
I'ma nut in her face
Shawty better not be afraid
'Cause a nigga keep a K
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money everywhere, bitches everywhere
These bitches do not care, bitches everywhere
Hold up, pussy nigga, you want smoke, we smoke you
We smoke, we smoke, hold up
Big truck, big truck, hold up
I'm a slime, I'ma kill 'em
I'ma hit 'em with ten, nigga
Give a fuck 'bout a victim
Give a fuck 'bout them niggas
I'm the enemy, hold up, I know I'm me
That bitch on me, yeah, like Vaseline
Hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin' on it?
I got bitches up on me that be flirting with me
I'm so fly like a motherfuckin' pigeon, homie
I'm in New York with them niggas counting digits, homie
Run it up like a scammer, my niggas keep a hammer
Give a fuck 'bout numbers, numbers don't lie, lil' bitch, hold up
Uh, yeah, numbers don't lie, lil' bitch, yeah
Got a bitch on the highway
Got a bitch that's hiding in the crib
Got a bitch that's riding for real
Got niggas gon' keep that steel
Young nigga might steal for real, homie
Young nigga might kill, homie
My niggas gon' go on a [?] for me
Give a fuck 'bout none of these niggas, my niggas gon' kill some niggas for me
Oh yeah, oh yeah