Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Mario K Jefferson
Songwriter
Darius Ginn Jr
Songwriter
Jermain Anthony Baxter
Songwriter
Kasseem Dean
Songwriter
Victor Santiago
Songwriter
Jason Phillips
Songwriter
Christopher Rios
Songwriter
David Styles
Songwriter
Cameron Giles
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Wayne
Recording Engineer
TheNightAftr
Producer
Kamo
Producer
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Carter VI
[Chorus]
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her till she scream, "Cut"
[Verse 1]
Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down
Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it
This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it
Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen
You a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin'
Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous
Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin'
And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker
[Refrain]
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, ****
I turned my sons to rich ****
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch ****
Ferrari license plate, 666, ****
[Verse 2]
Two ways into the hood, one train
I be smokin' chronic, like straight to the brain
Ayo, let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice
Queen stallions, buy guns from the Italians
Now y'all **** recognize medallions
Come to your hood, OT with Tim Westwood
Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good
Thugged out, ****, we eat as much as we could
And we don't give a fuck, boy, you could play my shit
I don't give a fuck, boy, you could save your shit
Y'all **** like extra skin on my dick
Ferrari license plate read "666"
[Verse 3]
Ferrari license plate read "666"
[Chorus]
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
Propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her till she scream, "Cut"
[Refrain]
Fuck
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, ****
I turned my sons to rich ****
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch ****
Ferrari license plate, 666, ****
[Refrain]
Fuck
Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks
I been outchea turnin' crumbs to bricks, ****
I turned my sons to rich ****
I turned a one to six figures
My daughter turned away all them bitch ****
Ferrari license plate, 666, ****
[Bridge]
Dance, dance, dance
666
[Chorus]
Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter
The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer
The propane lighter, money old like Biden
I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up
I'm blinged up, shirt off, I'm inked up, don't blink once
Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch
Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her till she scream, "Cut"
Written by: Cameron Giles, Christopher Rios, Darius Ginn Jr, David Styles, Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr., Jason Phillips, Jermain Anthony Baxter, Kasseem Dean, Mario K Jefferson, Victor Santiago