RED LEAN Songtext
von Playboi Carti

(This is a Dolan Beats production)

Uh, all up in my jeans (ooh, oh, what? Uh)
All up in my jeans, ooh (all up in my jeans)
All up in my jeans (all up in my jeans, yeah)
Crease all in my jeans (crease all in my jeans, yeah)

Hundred bands my jeans, ooh (hundred bands my jeans)
Alexander McQueen, ooh (Alexander McQueen)
Yeah, they hatin′ on me, ooh, red lean, ooh
I got lotta lean, ooh, red (red) beam (beam)


'Cause I got the check (whoa), ′cause I got the Tech (Tech)
Yeah, I run this shit, ooh (shit), Goyard hold the dick, ooh (dick)
My car fast as shit, ooh (shit), your broad on my dick, ooh (dick)
I don't want that bitch, ooh (bitch), I want top, no sex, ooh (sex)

I pull up on shit, uh (shit), diamonds wet like piss, ooh (piss)
Got these niggas sick, ooh (sick), leave the check up quick, ooh (quick)
Ricky on me too, yeah, Raffy on me too (too)
Damn, I flex on you, uh, I just tell the truth, ooh

Half a mil', no deal, ooh, might pop one more pill, ooh (pill)
I was born to kill, ooh, that′s why shit so real, ooh
Shootin′ like a sport, ooh (sport), watch me clear the court, ooh (court)
Won't show up to court, ooh (court), might just pour up more, yeah, ooh

Might count up some more (yeah), then I go on tour, ooh (yeah, yeah)
Money on the floor, ooh (floor), I need bands like Floyd, ooh (Floyd)
Smoke that money, let′s blow it, ooh (yeah)
Smoke that money, let's blow it (what? Let′s smoke that money, let's blow it)


Yeah (what?), yeah