Bino Rideaux – Cartier (Instrumental) (Prod. By Ran Beats, Ferno & YMAR)

[Refrain]
Lil’ bae, come here, yeah (Woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil’ bae, your shit’s so kill, yeah (Bae, your shit’s so kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin’
Lil’ bae, your shit for real, yeah (Lil’ bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you’re super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (Woah, woah)
We was flockin’ home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (On that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (Out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain’t gon’ feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain’t got no smеll, yeah (Two words, keep goin’, baby)
[Chorus]
Baby, tell me I can put this on your wrist? (On your wrist, shawty)
‘Causе you that type of bih (Bih)
Fuck you ’til you never love nobody else again (No, not love again)
That ain’t what I meant (Yeah-yeah)
All I know is brick like I ain’t tryin’ hit the net (Net)
I could fuck your bitch and I ain’t tryin’, that’s a flex, yeah
Yeah-yeah, you buffin’ up, I put that irn on his chest, yeah (Boom-boom)

[Verse 1]
Shaw-shawty, I can put you penthouse ’cause I work for it (Yeah, I work for it)
I can’t let no bitch get in house ‘less she work for it (Work for it)
Everything I did, I did for the gang and me (Gang and me)
You get stange with me, I’m off that
All this, all this pussy feel the same to me (Woah)
Baby, tell me you gon’ fuck me better than my ex (Than my ex, than my ex, yeah)
So I can put you on that jet (Jet)
Bust that pussy open, I’ma beat it ’til it wreck (‘Til it wreck)
But you, but you gotta fuck me back, yeah
How you love that nigga? Me and him, we not the same (Same)
We-we, we can split them rack, I ain’t gon’ do that for no lame bih (Lame)
Fly you out the country, fuck me in a different language (Different language)
Buss down on stainlless for real, shawty (Ooh-ooh-oh)

[Chorus]
Baby, tell me I can put this on your wrist? (On your wrist, shawty)
‘Cause you that type of bih (Bih)
Fuck you ’til you never love nobody else again (No, not love again)
That ain’t what I meant (Yeah-yeah)
All I know is brick like I ain’t tryin’ hit the net (Net)
I could fuck your bitch and I ain’t tryin’, that’s a flex, yeah
Yeah-yeah, you buffin’ up, I put that irn on his chest, yeah (Boom-boom)
[Refrain]
Lil’ bae, come here, yeah (Woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil’ bae, your shit’s so kill, yeah (Bae, your shit’s so kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin’
Lil’ bae, your shit for real, yeah (Lil’ bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you’re super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (Woah, woah)
We was flockin’ home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (On that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (Out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain’t gon’ feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain’t got no smell, yeah (Two words, keep goin’, baby)

[Verse 2]
Bae, I got options but you gon’ have me locked in
The way that pussy poppin’
Ain’t gon’ say I love you, but baby, I love that sloppy
Lil’ bae, that pussy WAP’n, finna eat it up like Hibachi
Bae, I’m by my lonely
You can bring that bitch you ride with (Ride with)
Know y’all be on that thot shit
Bae, I just wanna watch it (I just wanna watch it)
I’ll be way too gone, lil’ baby, we in the tropics
You be on that wild shit, bustin’ down like my watches (Yeah, yeah, bae, woah)
Can’t confide in you, what you tryin’ here, bae? (What you tryin’?)
Bust your AP ’cause maybe time heal, bae (Time heal)
Coupe be slidin’ in, what you cryin’ in, bae? (Cryin’ in)
Put-put, put your diamonds, fuck the violins, bae (Woah, oh)
I gotta bring my fire in if we gone dine in, bae
Know this shit get dogged out, we gon’ try again, bae (Woah, woah-woah)
Know that I got all out, you know what time it is, bae (Yeah)
You know what thi sis, bae, why you treat me weird, bae?
[Outro]
Lil’ bae, come here, yeah (Woah)
Bae, your shit some bomb, yeah
Lil’ bae, your shit’s so kill, yeah (Bae, your shit’s so kill)
Bae, your shit too poppin’
Lil’ bae, your shit for real, yeah (Lil’ bae, your shit for real)
Bae, you’re super top
When I met you, I could tell, yeah (Woah, woah)
We was flockin’ home, we would put shit on that scale, yeah (On that scale)
Bae, I used to be thirsty, tryna make it out of hell, yeah (Out of hell)
Bae, come do me dirty, but it ain’t gon’ feel like an L, yeah
Pussy ain’t got no smell, yeah (Yeah)