[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, big)
Diamonds on me front row, we fuck up these bops
We fuck up this Benz-y, we fuck up they guts
We just got the Rolls-Royce, diamonds all up on that spot, one hundred bands, huh, I'm with chops (Yeah, yeah)
We don't fuck with them, they don't got no money, show us what you got
They can't fuck with us, we got these millions on that lot
And these bands in, yeah, front row, bitch
And you see this LYFESTYLE? You just say "Yes"
What you seen? Diamonds overseas
Can't fuck wit me, you can't fuck with team
Potty trained diamonds only piss when I sing
I either got the money disease, or money's made for me
Yeah, we front row, bitch
Diamonds on my body, uh, diamonds on my wrist
I might rock that plain jane (Plain)
Yeah, I might let my nuts hang
Demon ties, yeah, demon ties, woken, yeah
Dead guys, how these dead guys walking? Yeah
And I'm rich, I'm rich, I ain't have no options, yeah
Yeah, they ain't got no choice, they don't know how to stop it, yeah
Jeans on me, Maison Margiela, uh
Pull up in that coupe, no SRT, no propeller, yeah
I'm geeked out my mind, out the streets, out in Ella (Ooh-ooh)
I don't hit the fives, I hit the tens, umbrella (Yeah-yeah)
If you gotta complaint for me, you gotta remember to mail 'em
Do what I said, and you might get your Hermes'
Diamonds on body, yeah, we back in business
Yeah, you don't scare me, bitch, shiver me timbers (Phew-phew)
[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, big)
Diamonds on me front row, we fuck up these bops
We fuck up this Benz-y, we fuck up they guts
We just got the Rolls-Royce, diamonds all up on that spot, one hundred bands, huh, I'm with chops (Yeah, yeah)
We don't fuck with them, they don't got no money, show us what you got
They can't fuck with us, we got these millions on that lot
And these bands in, yeah, front row, bitch
And you see this LYFESTYLE? You just say "Yes"
What you seen? Diamonds overseas
Can't fuck wit me, you can't fuck with team
Potty trained diamonds only piss when I sing
I either got the money disease, or money's made for me
Yeah, we front row, bitch
Diamonds on my body, uh, diamonds on my wrist
I might rock that plain jane (Plain)
Yeah, I might let my nuts hang
Demon ties, yeah, demon ties, woken, yeah
Dead guys, how these dead guys walking? Yeah
And I'm rich, I'm rich, I ain't have no options, yeah
Yeah, they ain't got no choice, they don't know how to stop it, yeah
Jeans on me, Maison Margiela, uh
Pull up in that coupe, no SRT, no propeller, yeah
I'm geeked out my mind, out the streets, out in Ella (Ooh-ooh)
I don't hit the fives, I hit the tens, umbrella (Yeah-yeah)
If you gotta complaint for me, you gotta remember to mail 'em
Do what I said, and you might get your Hermes's
Diamonds on body, yeah, we back in business
Yeah, you don't scare me, bitch, shiver me timbers (Phew-phew)
