Right Now (feat. Pi'erre Bourne) - Playboi Carti Feat. Young Nudy

Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now On Monday I had a brand new walk Yes, I did, yes, I did, yeah On Tuesday I had a brand new talk You know I did, baby But listen, on Wednesday I was in love with a different girl, yes On Thursday found myself in a different world, yes, I did She would run in in my feet She would clap in in my hands, oh yeah Started walking, yeah, yeah, yeah, she started talking Baby, you don't know what she's done to me, said maybe Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Right now, right now Well, look ahead On Friday said I won't gonna do nobody, no, no, no But on Saturday I couldn't keep it to myself She would run in in my feet She would clap in in my hands She started walking, darling Started talking yeah, yeah, yeah She wanna do love, make it good y'all In my heart, yes, she did I'm talking about satisfaction in my mind Satisfaction

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home

Wake up, F1lthy Breathin' (hey, yeah) Breathin' (what? Uh) Breathin' (haha) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Yeah, what?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (yeah, ayy, yeah) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What? What?) Ha, ha, ha, ha (slatt, ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha, ha (ayy) Ha, ha (yeah), ha (oh my), ha (yeah) Ha, ha (what?), ha (what?), ha (what? Damn) Ever since my brother died (what? What? Died, what?) Ever since my brother died (died, what? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) I've been thinkin' 'bout homicide (what? What? What? What?) Free Lil Tip (what?), free Migo Bliff (what? Ah) Free all my guys (what?), free Problem Child (what?) I been with Lil Demon and Lil Beno and R5 (Demon) Ridin' in a tank on 285 (five) On the way to Front Street, who say we ain't outside? (Yeah) Smokin' on the Henchmen (what?), got a nigga fried (facts) I'm hangin' with the Pirus (what?), hangin' with the Fives (yeah) I got mob ties, I got fuckin' mob ties (yeah) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I got niggas in chain gang on my side (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I had the niggas shank Ola for a pie (what? What? What? What?) I'm on demon time (what? What?), I'm on demon time (what? What?) Bitch, I'm out my body (what? What?), I done lost my mind (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What?) I'm a young bitch (what? What? Bitch), but I'm in my prime (what? What? Yeah) Pussy-ass niggas can't hang 'round me (what? What?) All these pussy-ass niggas liabilities (what?) I'm so shiesty, I ain't got a OG (what?) I keep the blicky, blicky just in case they try me (what? Blicky, blicky, what?) Kill me a opp (what?), kill me a opp (what? Okay) Carry 'em out (yeah, what?), carry 'em out (yeah, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) This choppa won't stop (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (choppa, choppa, what?) I fuck on your thot (no, what?) You fuck with my opps? (Opps, woo) You fuck with my opps? (Yeah, what?) You fuck with my opps? (What? Yeah) You fuck with the cops (what? What?) Brand new 'Ventador, I drove that bitch right to the moon (what?) I just hit a lick with a mask, MF DOOM (yeah, woo, what?) I just rocked the show on some motherfuckin' shrooms (what?) I fucked my biggest fan in the fuckin' green room (uh) I gave that ho a band and told her, "Go and buy some shoes" (ah, what?) I've been winnin' all day, bitch, I can't lose (what?) I got the people goin' crazy, watchin' all my moves (yeah) My bitch said I dress real nice, dress cool (ayy) If Rick don't cut you a check, you better sue What? What? (Yeah) What? What? Ha (Whole Lotta Red, you dig?), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ha (tilt, yeah), ha, what? (Yeah, yeah) Ayy, yeah (what?), yeah (what?), yeah (what? Yeah) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (ayy) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Red) I take my shirt off and all the hoes stop breathin' (what? Whole Lotta Red) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (ayy) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (what? What?) Breathin', breathin', bitches stop breathin' (what?) Breathin', breathin', I think that bitch not breathin' (ayy, what? What?)