Slauson Phil

[Intro] Uh, uh You already know what it is Yeah, ay [Chorus] I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama She know her son the shit I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips Buyin' hella whips To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it" [Verse 1] Your bank account is tragic, mine is doing magic It keep goin' up, goin' up, call me daddy, uh I'll fuck around and hit her and best friend But I'm just chillin' right now, focused on the pen Police in the parkin' lot, here we go again I snuck a pistol in, we stayin' at the Wynn I'm at the side entrance with the money spenders Where there's no pretenders, she say, "I fuck with you" I'm in the penthouse, I gotta come and get you I zip my hoodie up, and throw the hood up Westside, fuck with me, it's all or nothin' You niggas local, I'm out the country Hoes from out the country, and they be gettin' money Teeth white, hair fixed, pay her own rent I could tell most you niggas never been through shit I could tell most you niggas ain't got one bitch I could tell most you niggas never hit a switch Down 48th Street, rollin' with the–, rollin' with the– [Verse 2] Check I didn't never gang bang, I rocked the Cartier, plain I'm from the real LA We rode the bus, not a train I got fans in East LA, I been thuggin' out the gate I got everybody watchin', this is what I wanna say: Nipsey Hussle was the great, every day we miss his face I'd give all this shit back if we could get him back today If you don't use it, then, you lose it To me, it's more than music Niggas actin' like they do this, my work ethic is stupid You really just assumin', to me, that means you clueless My driveway is foolish, these boys better cool it, like Ralph, Ricky, Bobby, Mike, and Ronnie They tried to take me out but I'm still shinin' [Chorus] I got diamonds on my ring finger, diamonds on my neck Still in it for respect, the money I'll invest These hundreds I collect, runnin' up a check Spend it on the clique, spend it on my mama She know her son the shit I went from selling cans to buyin' hella whips Buyin' hella whips To payin' all these taxes, you niggas know the status, uh She's gotta have it, I say, "Come here, girl, let me grab it" [Outro] Phill, I miss you nigga