‎Playboi Carti & Kendrick Lamar – GOOD CREDIT Lyrics

GOOD CREDIT

‎Playboi Carti & Kendrick Lamar

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"GOOD CREDIT." - ‎Playboi Carti & Kendrick Lamar

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 08:13 am

Album: MUSIC - SORRY 4 DA WAIT

Track No: 15

Good credit (′cause I'm-)
Now I′m 'bout to apply for Home Depot credit
Now I got a 35,000-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

I′m seein' that ho out the water
I′m seein' it came out the lake, look at these diamonds, they water
I′m sayin' I don′t wait for no pussy, the pussy on me, I'm a Carter
She tryna be part of my schedule, I told her, "Ho, come back tomorrow"
I been feelin' myself all day, I told lil′ twin, "Call Latto"
Ooh, piercings all on my lips, you know I can′t kiss no ho
Outside, I roll them dice, I'm pourin′ two pints on the floor
I was in Paris tryna catch a vibe, I fucked 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

Uh, movin′ on molly, uh, movin' on molly, uh, movin' on molly
Pass out them boulders, movin′ them boulders
Pass out them boulders, movin′ them boulders
Cheah, I fucked her crazy, cheah, I fucked her crazy, crazy
Pass out them boulders, movin' them boulders
Pass out them boulders, movin′ them boulders
Sins on my body

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 listenin′ to is that Homixide, Homixide
The Patek is flooded, but way over budget, I lose it on tour, huh
I would've said, "Fuck you too," but you knew that the list was full
Havin′ it my way like Usher, dog
Red and blue diamonds like Gusher, dog
Up score on you niggas like Rucker, dog
I'm sore 'cause I got it off the muscle, dog
Frrah, frrah, slid, slide (the streets ready for this shit 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 bitch on point like A$AP 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, nigga, I'm Luka Dončić
Conspiracy theories is given, but I must admit it, you got the wrong person
They bundlin′, man, Chicago slang, which one of you niggas'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

Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin′ them boulders, uh, movin' them boulders
Uh, movin' them boulders, uh, movin′ them boulders, uh, movin′ them boulders

(Too legit to-) good credit ('cause I′m quick)
Now it's time to order a loan card (with the stick, aw)

Writer(s): ‎Playboi Carti, Kendrick Lamar.

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