[Intro]
You could put my name down for a fade I give em out for free
Put his name together with his homie and we sell the tee
I feel like Melvoni cause I'm from the C
Diamonds Clean
I'm more like Kanye cause my son cannot see CTRL (C)
He's so worried bout' a bitch, he's running low up on his green
I'm so worried bout' my money bitches coming up to me
Can I get a Louis? Can I maybe get a double C
Rock star baby girl
You can have just what you need
[Verse 1]
(Aye)
He got funny money
He got tummy hunnies
We got lots of Hunnids
We control the flood yea
His bitch my lil bunny
She hoppin' on my johnny
She want it, I don't mind it
So I give it to her Monday, yea
Golden cuban link, yo shit is more like an alloy
I don't want a bitch if she don't buss it like my album
Met a lot of bitches that be talking like Kardashians
100 bitches I ain't miss em
Got my tommy tucked
And Ima run it up
Got like 3 private flights cause I'm really up
And I be 3 for 4, Ima finish up
And I want big stars bitch, just like Arlington
And I want all of mine
Runnin' racks til 85
Tell the bitch I ain't in love so I can text her friend what's up
And my weed from astronauts I ordered it on Amazon
She wanna match and all but I cannot get caught with her
[Chorus]
Look at these bitches, they doubt me
I don't even fold
Look at these pics, they diamond
And I don't even post
If I don't even blow up
Ima make it far
But I just seen some light
[Verse 2]
And everyday I'm living like a god, you can't compete
(Yea)
And I throw it in the air
Big body bands watch them fall down the stairs
In love with the money like these bitches want they hair
And I just know myself so you can't move me if you dare
I got red carbon
Red Balmains, Red Balmains
Burry me in my chains
Racks on me
Packs on me
Yea, Yea
And I got racks on me babe
And I got baguettes on my teeth babe
There's no S on me babe
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier frames
Fuckin' yo bitch
Fuckin' yo bitch in the back of the bentley yea
[Outro (Chorus)]
Look at these bitches, they doubt me
I don't even fold
Look at these pics, they diamond
And I don't even post
If I don't even blow up
Ima make it far
But I just seen some light
You could put my name down for a fade I give em out for free
Put his name together with his homie and we sell the tee
I feel like Melvoni cause I'm from the C
Diamonds Clean
I'm more like Kanye cause my son cannot see CTRL (C)
He's so worried bout' a bitch, he's running low up on his green
I'm so worried bout' my money bitches coming up to me
Can I get a Louis? Can I maybe get a double C
Rock star baby girl
You can have just what you need
[Verse 1]
(Aye)
He got funny money
He got tummy hunnies
We got lots of Hunnids
We control the flood yea
His bitch my lil bunny
She hoppin' on my johnny
She want it, I don't mind it
So I give it to her Monday, yea
Golden cuban link, yo shit is more like an alloy
I don't want a bitch if she don't buss it like my album
Met a lot of bitches that be talking like Kardashians
100 bitches I ain't miss em
Got my tommy tucked
And Ima run it up
Got like 3 private flights cause I'm really up
And I be 3 for 4, Ima finish up
And I want big stars bitch, just like Arlington
And I want all of mine
Runnin' racks til 85
Tell the bitch I ain't in love so I can text her friend what's up
And my weed from astronauts I ordered it on Amazon
She wanna match and all but I cannot get caught with her
[Chorus]
Look at these bitches, they doubt me
I don't even fold
Look at these pics, they diamond
And I don't even post
If I don't even blow up
Ima make it far
But I just seen some light
[Verse 2]
And everyday I'm living like a god, you can't compete
(Yea)
And I throw it in the air
Big body bands watch them fall down the stairs
In love with the money like these bitches want they hair
And I just know myself so you can't move me if you dare
I got red carbon
Red Balmains, Red Balmains
Burry me in my chains
Racks on me
Packs on me
Yea, Yea
And I got racks on me babe
And I got baguettes on my teeth babe
There's no S on me babe
Cartier, Cartier, Cartier frames
Fuckin' yo bitch
Fuckin' yo bitch in the back of the bentley yea
[Outro (Chorus)]
Look at these bitches, they doubt me
I don't even fold
Look at these pics, they diamond
And I don't even post
If I don't even blow up
Ima make it far
But I just seen some light
( Brizzy Wes )
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