Cart. & Giano - Life of Cart Lyrics

Look at my bank account
You wanna be in my house
Be back in bout an hour, smoking on that sour
She be getting louder and louder

She getting louder and louder
We getting higher and higher
She told you different ouh
She is a liar liar

Your girl she a liar, you mad be-cause I spit fire
Anything she want I never buy, her
No jackets with white, furr
Get myself a, Ti-ger
Just to make him bite her

Coz I ain't no sugar daddy, don't like it? Go get a cabby
After all, she still call me daddy
I'm like girl, why you so petty
Doors open please leave when you ready

My mom don't like you and I thought you were quite cute

Were done , no mo sleeping over
Were done, no mo Casanova
Were done, no mo staying sober

Look at my bank account
You wanna be in my house
Be back in bout an hour, smoking on that sour
She be getting louder and louder

She getting louder and louder
We getting high and higher
She told you different ouh
She is a liar liar

Now I'm done with them lies
Its time to go catch a flight

Where too? I don't know
Maybe Paris maybe Rome

Pack my Laptop and my Phone
Let my mom know I'll be home
Maybe phone up some my bro's
And tell em to bring them hoes

We Spinnin on lean
Gotta Fresh cut, yeah looking so clean
Don't text back, yeah I'm so mean
Dont know you boy, what you mean

Got my money on my mind
And my mind on my moneey
We got time, aint nobody here in a hurrey

Look at my bank account
You wanna be in my house
Be back in bout an hour, smoking on that sour
She be getting louder and louder

She getting louder and louder
We getting higher and higher
She told you different ouh
She is a liar liar