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Dexter

Iโ€ฒm still counting, ayy, ayy, ayy
Nigga, I'm still counting, nigga mad at me
Yeah, Iโ€ฒm still counting
Had to drop that bitch at home, uh (yeah)
She ain't bout it, had to
Uh, uh, I had the Porsche all cloudy, yeah
Ayy, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
She a bad bitch (ayy), a really sloppy bitch (a really sloppy)
Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on

Dirty mix my Styrofoam (yeah), mix my Styrofoam, ayy (mix my Styrofoam)
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy (this is not my ho)
Damn, lilโ€ฒ bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Damn, lilโ€ฒ bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (bitch come get your ho)
Dirty mix my Styrofoam, mix my Styrofoam, ayy
She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy
Damn, lilโ€ฒ bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Damn, lilโ€ฒ bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy (come get your ho)
Damn, lil' bro come get your ho, come get your ho, man (come get your ho, nigga)

Off the Porsche, the Audi
Finesse you out your pockets, bitch we โ€ฒbout it, ayy, ayy (okay, okay, Carti)
Only rock designer, smoke exotic, ayy, ayy
Excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private, yeah, huh
Bad bitch gave me head in private, uh, ayy (come here, lil' bitch)
She ain't from Atlanta, she exotic, ayy, ayy
Moving packs in straight exotic, yeah
Okay, my shooters waitinโ€ฒ on me in the lobby (phew, phew)
Okay, counting blue hundreds in the lobby

Ayy, paper (paper), paper, paper out the fucking, ayy (yeah)
Old hundreds (what?)
Bitch, I been had that paper, ayy, yeah
Paper out the fucking (Carti, Carti)
Fuck a nigga, yeah, Iโ€ฒm so smashed (I'm so smashed)
I just killed the rap game with my rap game (with my rap game)
Look at my wrist game (yeah), bitch look how my dick swing (what?)

Ayy, Playboi Carti, bitch you know my name
Okay, Playboi Carti, tell that ho to google me
Okay, my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep
Okay, might just pull in โ€ฒcrete ('crete)
All my niggas ten deep (ten deep)




All my niggas ten deep, okay (yeah)
Shout out who ten deep, okay

Overall Meaning

The song "Dexter" by Playboi Carti is about the rapper's extravagant lifestyle of counting large amounts of money and showing off his expensive possessions. The lyrics suggest that despite his success, he still faces criticism and judgment from people who envy his wealth. Playboi Carti brags about driving around in his Porsche, throwing "blue hundreds" on the lobby floor, and smoking weed in private. He even boasts about his sexual conquests with women who are not from Atlanta, emphasizing his attraction to exotic women. The song's hook repeats the line, "Dirty mix my Styrofoam," which refers to the rapper's penchant for sipping lean, a mixture of codeine and promethazine cough syrup.


The song was released on April 12, 2017, as part of Playboi Carti's self-titled mixtape. The mixtape, which was his debut project, reached number 12 on the US Billboard 200 chart and was certified platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA). Since its release, "Dexter" has become one of Playboi Carti's most popular songs, with over 400 million streams on Spotify alone. The song's title is a reference to the main character from the popular TV show Dexter, who is a forensic blood spatter analyst who moonlights as a vigilante serial killer.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm still counting, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm still managing my finances and making a lot of money.


Nigga, I'm still counting, nigga mad at me
People are mad at me for making so much money.


Had to drop that bitch at home, uh (yeah)
I dropped off a woman at her house because she wasn't contributing to my success.


She ain't bout it, had to
She wasn't supportive of my lifestyle and I had to cut her off.


Uh, uh, I had the Porsche all cloudy, yeah
I was driving my Porsche so fast and recklessly that it got smoky from the exhaust.


Ayy, counting blue hundreds in the lobby
I'm counting a lot of money in the hotel lobby.


She a bad bitch (ayy), a really sloppy bitch (a really sloppy)
She's attractive, but not well-behaved or classy.


Threw the chains on for doing it, the shades on
I wore my jewelry confidently and with swagger.


Dirty mix my Styrofoam (yeah), mix my Styrofoam, ayy (mix my Styrofoam)
I mixed my cough syrup with soda to make a homemade drug cocktail.


She gon' give me back for sure and this is not my ho, ayy (this is not my ho)
I'm confident that she'll return the favor for sex even though she's not a prostitute.


Damn, lilโ€ฒ bro come get your ho, bitch come get your ho, ayy
Your girl is acting like a slut and I want you to take her away from me.


Off the Porsche, the Audi
I transitioned from owning a Porsche to owning an Audi car.


Finesse you out your pockets, bitch we โ€ฒbout it, ayy, ayy (okay, okay, Carti)
I'll swindle you and take your money if you try to mess with me or my crew.


Only rock designer, smoke exotic, ayy, ayy
I only wear expensive, name-brand clothes and smoke high-quality, rare weed.


Excuse me while I smoke this blunt in private, yeah, huh
I'm going to smoke a marijuana cigarette in seclusion.


Bad bitch gave me head in private, uh, ayy (come here, lil' bitch)
An attractive woman performed oral sex on me in a private location.


She ain't from Atlanta, she exotic, ayy, ayy
The woman I'm with is from another place and considered unique and different.


Moving packs in straight exotic, yeah
I'm transporting drugs from foreign countries that are hard to find in the US.


Okay, my shooters waitinโ€ฒ on me in the lobby (phew, phew)
My hired gunmen are patiently waiting for me to finish counting my money in the hotel lobby.


Ayy, paper (paper), paper, paper out the fucking, ayy (yeah)
I'm making a lot of money and becoming very wealthy.


Old hundreds (what?)
I have stacks of hundred-dollar bills that have been in circulation for a long time.


Bitch, I been had that paper, ayy, yeah
I've had a lot of money for a while now.


Paper out the fucking (Carti, Carti)
I have a ton of cash on hand.


Fuck a nigga, yeah, Iโ€ฒm so smashed (I'm so smashed)
I'm uninterested in other men and I'm very intoxicated.


I just killed the rap game with my rap game (with my rap game)
I've made a lot of money in the music industry.


Look at my wrist game (yeah), bitch look how my dick swing (what?)
I have expensive jewelry and I'm well-endowed.


Ayy, Playboi Carti, bitch you know my name
My name and my music are well-known.


Okay, Playboi Carti, tell that ho to google me
Tell the woman I'm with to search for me on the internet and see how famous I am.


Okay, my cup stay dirty, boy this shit put you to sleep
My cup has leftover cough syrup in it, which can cause a person to fall asleep.


Okay, might just pull in โ€ฒcrete ('crete)
I might drive my car on a street made of concrete.


All my niggas ten deep (ten deep)
I'm always surrounded by a lot of male friends and acquaintances.


Shout out who ten deep, okay
I'm acknowledging and praising my group of ten deep friends.




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@proyesclasis6030

One thing all Carti fans can agree on, Cash Carti was definitely the darker side of his flow. Shit is fuego

@smokey3280

too fuckin fye

@nahbro8858

this and long time is my favourite

@rickybo5397

fire

@vipsjosh

Awful

@jtg.809

Cash Carti goated

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@nahbro8858

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