Cartier Lens Song Lyrics

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Song:– Cartier Lens

Singer:– Bobby Shmurda

Producer:– Ohmizzu

Written:– Bobby Shmurda & Ohmizzu

Cartier Lens Lyrics Bobby Shmurda

[Intro]
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy, grr
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, gang
Nigga I’ve been bang, nigga
Trippin’, tripping, I’ve been gangsta, nigga
Trippin’, bang, sticky bands
It’s takin’ M’s, nigga

[Verse 1]
Fuck you think it’s Bobby B, I’m off the pens, nigga (Huh)
Gotta thank God first ‘fore I kiss my hands, nigga (Huh)
Had to crawl first ‘fore I touched a band, nigga (Fuck, I [?] the bought)
Yeah, I parked up, four niggas bent, nigga (Grr)
Jump a fence, nigga (Grr)
Bustin’ F&N’s, nigga (Grr)
We ain’t from the place where niggas work with them niggas
Shot at him, lil’ homie said that I was playin’, nigga (Grr)
And I see millions through my Cartier lens, nigga
These type of bitches, all these niggas all pretend, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
You lookin’ dead, don’t you be bad, I’m out the trench, nigga (Yeah, yeah)
I busted that for all my niggas in the pen (Yeah, yeah)
Had to buy that blue Ferrari, you know that this [?], nigga
Ayy, once again, nigga, ayy, in the game, nigga
Spin your block ’til the world fuckin’ end, nigga
Fuck the cops, fuck the judge, fuck a pig, nigga
‘Cause, bitch, I’m back and I’m hot and I’m rich, nigga

[Chorus]
Whole lotta cash, bitch
Trippin’ nigga
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga (Yeah)
Trippin’, trippin’, trippin’, trippin’
I’ve been trippin’ nigga
Trippin’ nigga
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse 2]
Go stack a bill, nigga (Uh-huh)
Them type of bitches, all these hoes, this shit get real, nigga (This shit get real)
‘Cause I was in here, all alone, all by myself, nigga
Ain’t no one to call, my mom was broke, ain’t got no bail, nigga
Auntie on the phone cryin’, “Please, don’t go to jail, nigga”
Love my baby, if they tryna give my bitch the tail, nigga
Then gave my bro-bro, fifty-three, now I fell when the L, nigga
Choppin’, poppin’ pills after pills after pills, nigga
Tryna reminisce all my niggas that ain’t here, nigga

[Outro]
Yeah
I’ve been trippin’, uh
Yeah, yeah
I’ve been, yeah, yeah
I’ve been [?]
Keep a bag on me, keep a bag
I’ve been stackin’ M’s