Diana

[Intro: Lancey Foux]

Lots of ice in my

Ice in my

It's the Fume, it's the Fume

Lots of ice in my (it sounds like Nyge)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

I came, I saw, I paused

I held my corner in the stance

She shake, she saw you spending all your cash

Just to watch Diana dance

It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned

She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance

I'm addicted to paper cuts

Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed

[Verse 1: Fee Gonzales]

Ayy, I stack the paper

No time for a hater

Me and Lancey smoking flavours

Me and Fume might go Jamaica

Tom Ford on my fragrance

Tom Ford on my fragrance

Getting money with my day ones

Getting money with my day ones

Yo, AJ, cool, I got this

Uh, yeah

Petite [?] watches

Uh, yeah

You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn

My gyal boujee and stubborn

And my niggas trap hard while you're clubbing

Brown ting, fill it with dum-dums

Ooh, ooh

Hop in the coupe, baby get up and she scoop

Truth, [?]

This ammi for fifty for you

I been up all of the trap

Every morning, text all of the cats

From you lot running it back

28 bullets I count in the strap

Yeah

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]

It sounds like that

It flies, you catch

I'm signing max

Nigga, devise your plan

If the figures look correct

We're shaking hands

Yung Fume on the phone

Barcelona, smoking dope

I'm in the ends, revising notes

Literally revising sterling notes

I'm dropping Os since not hitting the post

I'm missing Saddam, I won't die in a hole

Fee Gonzales merge on the call

My guy are real and you niggas are boring

I'm a perfect picture but I'm painted in chalk

I'm selling everything from dope to divorce

I get the [?] and I sell it for more

I get a likkle man and send him on tour

Put him in a whip, speed race

Slow the mixes like a DJ

I've got women on relay

Do reverse, do replay

[Verse 3: Yung Fume]

I'll fuck your bitch in the Hamptons

Out in Dubai getting pampered

Buss the Henny, buss the champers

And put Versace on my mattress

I've got the keys, DJ Khaled

I've got the chickens, not Dallas

My brudda's froze his wrist, ayy

I got the potent piff, ayy

Fill it and load it with clips

I don't even pose for pics

I might just bone your bitch

Do it on my show, then dip, ayy

That's my little hoe, she thick

Fucking her throat, don't kiss it

Shots at your skull, won't miss it, ayy

Stack it and count the digits

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

I came, I saw, I paused

I held my corner in the stance

She shake, she saw you spending all your cash

Just to watch Diana dance

It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned

She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance

I'm addicted to paper cuts

Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]

I came, I saw, I paused

I held my corner in the stance

She shake, she saw you spending all your cash

Just to watch Diana dance

It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned

She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance

I'm addicted to paper cuts

Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed