[Part I]
Uh, he like how I swag, he like—, he like—, he like how I do that shit, huh
Huh, I can tell, uh, yeah, I can tell, uh, uh, I can tell
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Too high, I'm in the clouds, I been rollin' all day
I smoke too much loud
I ain't even got time for family, but I know they proud
I ain't got even time for my lil' bitch, I'm rockin' out the crowd
Even if they don't catch me red-handed, I'm takin' in
Bitch, we need every dollar
I been smokin' problems
I been pill-poppin' my feels
I'm still fightin' my demons, wake me up, I'm dreamin'
She want me, she fiendin', and I can tell
I think I like her, I remember how she smell
If she don't reciprocate the energy, oh, well
I ain't trippin 'bout these hoes, bitch, you can stay over there
I got diamonds on my ear, I got diamonds on my neck, I got diamonds on my rings
I put diamonds on her, now she think she apart of the team
I put Sprite in my soda, I'm sippin' on lean
I'm addicted to codeine, I'm addicted to these drugs
She just wanna fuck a young rich nigga, she don’t know that I'm fucked upㅤ
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no fucks
Yeah, yeah, she don't give no fucks
I ain't seen my mans in yearsㅤ
I been thinkin' 'bout a whole lot, that's how I made these M's
She a grim reaper, eat your soul out
Walk in this bitch with my pole outㅤ
Walk in this bitch with a whole lot—
Cash, I got a whole lot of it, bags, I got a whole lot of it
Fuckin' your ho, she your problem
Leanin', I need me a kickstand
All black, all Rick man
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[Part II]
(Haha)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh
I just copped an AP, gon' catch me with Franck Muller
When I was in school, they caught me fuckin' on my tutor
When I was in school, I was skippin' class, Ferris Bueller
Yo' bitch might let me fuck 'cause I got more cash and I'm cooler
You niggas ain't get no money
Spent yo bag on her ass, I go ku' with them hundreds
These niggas ain't getting no pass
These niggas gotta paste them hundreds
Slow up, G-Lock, Ski mask
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hundred
When I'm outside
When I'm outside, it's a hundred, hundred
Fully Tommy gun, shootin' at the crowd
Everybody run, everybody get down
Smokin' that shit, I can't hear you, know we smoke that loud
I got diamonds all over my body, from my ears to the ground
I'm the diamond man, I got diamond pants
I miss chain, cost like forty grand
Chain came from, cost like one-sixty
That two hundred K just to play, and I ain't done with it
Diamonds in my teeth, when the Sun hit
Ten chains on, hit like Selena in Venus
VVS on my ho so cold, she say she anemic
Shop in New York, SoHo, we don't shop at Neiman's
Pop, show me your bankroll, these niggas don't get no money
That shit you posted on the 'Gram, I spend that shit for fun
[?] hundred K a week, and I'm not done
She was with me the first time she seen a honey bun
Told her, "Hell nah, hundred thousand," huh, not a ten
I turn up my partners and turn up my bitch, we all in
I pay everything in cash, huh, huh, it's all there
Bitch like to stay high like my swag, it's all real
Catch your partner, then turn you to a pallbearer
Glock. 44 bullet, I'm standin' my ground
I still live in Atlanta, ain't move out of town
Catch an out of town nigga down bad, he was out of bounds
