GOOD CREDIT Lyrics – Playboi Carti

Read the full GOOD CREDIT lyrics by Playboi Carti along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Playboi Carti’s music, you can also explore K POP and Off The Meter, two other songs by Playboi Carti.

[Intro]
Good credit (‘Cause I’m—)
Now I’m ’bout to apply for Home Depot credit
Now I got a thirty-five-thousand-dollar credit
We got a temporary receipt
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon’ let it slide through
All I gotta do is show it to the cashier
And she gon’ let it slide through

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I’m seeing that ho out the water
I’m seeing it came out the lake, look at these diamonds, they water
I’m saying I don’t wait for no pu*sy, the pu*sy on me, I’ma cut her
She tryna be part of my schedule, I told her, “Ho, come back tomorrow”
I been feeling myself all day, I told lil’ twin, “Call Latto”
Oh, piercings all on my lips, you know I can’t kiss no ho
Outside, I roll them dice, I’m pouring two pints on the floor
I was in Paris tryna catch a vibe, I fu*ked around and seen a ho
Tattoos all on my face, you know you’re not safe
I know killers all in the A, they do what I say
Ho just text my phone, she wanna come vibe, but this not the place
I’m an alien off that molly, I see stars, I see space
He want my swag, I got the whole world on sixes, you too late
I got too many flows, everybody on wait
Once I get on that road, nobody gon’ wait

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, moving on molly, uh, moving on molly, uh, moving on molly
Pass out them boulders, moving them boulders
Pass out them boulders, moving them boulders
Cheah, I fu*ked her crazy, cheah, I fu*ked her crazy, crazy
Pass out them boulders, moving them boulders
Pass out them boulders, moving them boulders
Sins on my body

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & DJ Swamp Izzo]

Kids on my body and that’s on my kids, I kid with nobody, huh
You know what this is, the vamps and the boogies, we jugg through the party
What you listening to is that
Homixide, Homixide
Patek is flooded, but way over budget, I lose it on tour, huh
I would’ve said, “Fu*k you too,” but you knew that the list was full, haha, ha, haha, haha
Having it my way like Usher, dog
Red and blue diamonds like Gusher, dog
Up score on you n!ggas like Rucker, dog
I’m sore ’cause I got it off the muscle, dog
Frrah, frrah, slid, slide (The streets ready for this s*it right here)
Drop, drop, die, die, kill, kill, watch, watch (Swamp Izzo)
Eliantte go big, white gold link fall on the belly
The emerald cuff for hers and his, that b!tch on point like A Relli
I’m talking ’bout— ah
The numbers is nothing, the money is nothing, I really been him, I promise
Say Kenny been heavy out West and I carry the weight, n!gga, I’m Luka Dončić
Conspiracy theories is given, but I must admit it, you got the wrong person
They bundling, man, Chicago slang, which one of you n!ggas’ll merch it?
Merch it, merch it, yeah, merch it
Cardo my evil twin, Carti my evil twin
My skin is smoother, my teeth is whiter, my stride is longer, my thoughts is brighter
The hate get realer, the love get fake, but when you this great, that’s how you should like it

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Uh, moving them boulders, uh, moving them boulders, uh, moving them boulders
Uh, moving them boulders, uh, moving them boulders, uh, moving them boulders

[Outro]
Too legit to— good credit
Now it’s time to order a loan card