CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE Lyrics – Playboi Carti

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[Intro: Future]
Wheezy outta here
808 Mafia
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Skeet, skeet
Wide body on the Lambo kit
Wide body, woah
Wide body on the Lambo kit (Slatt, slatt)
Wide body, woah
Slatty, woah, woah

[Verse 1: Future]
Feel like fu*king these ratchets
All on your ho, fu*king her Rambo, woah, woah
Young ho, been fu*king a trapper
Young ho, been fu*king a trapper
I don’t get into the chatter
Pimping ain’t dead, they capping
She worship a n!gga, I’m having her
Ask me how I feel, tired, queen
Too many hunnids, can’t fit in the room
Blue room, shh
Went past the trenches and went to the moon
Givenchy, Givenchy from 2002
Pretty lil’ Audemars straight to the crew
Chopping in Prada, b!tch tying my shoe
Take off her mink on the Patek
She go to the, go to the GOAT, you know how it go

[Chorus: Future]
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee
Charge them hoes a fee

Charge them hoes, woo

[Interlude: Future]
Woah
Woah
Landing off, rr
Uh
Uh
Wrapped ’round her arm, arm
Wrapped ’round her arm, arm
Arm
Woah, woah
Arm
Arm
Big parking

[Chorus: Future]
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Don’t do dumb s*it, yeah
Don’t do dumb s*it
Don’t do chicken s*it, yeah
Don’t do cow s*it
Charge them hoes a fee, woah
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Been through the hardest s*it, yeah
Been through the hardest s*it
Popping mad s*it, yeah
Popping mad s*it, yeah

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Drive through the city
Looking for a henchman, ha
Drive through the city
Looking for a what?
I’ll put his head in a bag (Ha)
I stay blamming
Yeah, that’s me
But you don’t know I got a mans (Ha)
Gen5 came with the TEC
New Jag 5 with the tags (Ah)
I was born ready, ho, red flag (Ha)
It was already up, been there (Ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (Ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (Ha, ha)
All my hoes on a roster (Ha, ha)
Jump out the coupe, I might hit up my dental
All of these hunnids, can’t believe I’m a felon
Look at my shooter, you know I’m rebelling
Calling my guys, she handle my whips

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Charge my ho a fee
Charge my ho
Charge my ho a fee
Charge my ho a fee (Charge, charge, schyeah)
Charge my ho a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge my ho (Charge, charge)
Charge my ho a fee (Charge, charge)

[Verse 3: Travis Scott]
Yeah, ain’t talking publishing, I’ll pay the fees for my Gs (Straight up)
Hermès trays and Cartier frames, I got a whole case for the plane, woah
Ain’t no budget, I’m bugging
They say you spent twelve million on the stage just to rage (Ha)
That’s just play money, I ain’t even playing
Still remain and blocker La Flame
Ain’t charging the game, I’m charging that ho a fee

[Chorus: Future & Travis Scott]
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, woah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, yeah)
Charge them hoes a fee (Woah, charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Don’t do dumb s*it, yeah
Don’t do dumb s*it
Don’t do chicken s*it, yeah
Don’t do cow s*it
Charge them hoes a fee, woah
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge, charge)
Charge them hoes a fee (Charge)
Charge them hoes, woah (Charge)
Been through the hardest s*it, yeah
Been through the hardest s*it
Popping mad s*it, yeah
Popping mad s*it, yeah