Yeah, flooded diamonds, like it's Katrina
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
Lookin' at me, they see these deep pockets, I know that they feinin
I was on the freeway dodgin' everyone else, I'm in my seat leanin
I had that blade in my checkin' bag, got pulled out security and pat down
How you switch up and you stab my back? That boy really turned to a sellout
I really got me a new rack, that boy really broke and he fell off
How we not tired of flashin' them guns on the internet, he think the people gon' run off
I'm in this whip and I skirt off, jump in jacuzzi with my shirt off
Gotta stay clean, get the dirt off, I don't even know what you heard of
Hung up the phone, she mad at me
If we ridin' round, slidin, please, just don't catch a battery
Don't really be f*ckin' with nobody, yeah they do not matter to me
Stayin' the flyest in this whole damn room
Yeah, as you can see
Yeah, flooded diamonds, like it's Katrina
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
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Yeah, flooded diamonds, like it's Katrina
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
Lookin' at me, they see these deep pockets, I know that they feinin
I was on the freeway dodgin' everyone else, I'm in my seat leanin
I had that blade in my checkin' bag, got pulled out security and pat down
How you switch up and you stab my back? That boy really turned to a sellout
I really got me a new rack, that boy really broke and he fell off
How we not tired of flashin' them guns on the internet, he think the people gon' run off
I'm in this whip and I skirt off, jump in jacuzzi with my shirt off
Gotta stay clean, get the dirt off, I don't even know what you heard of
Hung up the phone, she mad at me
If we ridin' round, slidin, please, just don't catch a battery
Don't really be f*ckin' with nobody, yeah they do not matter to me
Stayin' the flyest in this whole damn room
Yeah, as you can see
Yeah, flooded diamonds, like it's Katrina
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
Lookin' at me, they see these deep pockets, I know that they feinin
I was on the freeway dodgin' everyone else, I'm in my seat leanin
I had that blade in my checkin' bag, got pulled out security and pat down
How you switch up and you stab my back? That boy really turned to a sellout
I really got me a new rack, that boy really broke and he fell off
How we not tired of flashin' them guns on the internet, he think the people gon' run off
I'm in this whip and I skirt off, jump in jacuzzi with my shirt off
Gotta stay clean, get the dirt off, I don't even know what you heard of
Hung up the phone, she mad at me
If we ridin' round, slidin, please, just don't catch a battery
Don't really be f*ckin' with nobody, yeah they do not matter to me
Stayin' the flyest in this whole damn room
Yeah, as you can see
Yeah, flooded diamonds, like it's Katrina
Neck, wrist, wet AquaFina
Mason Margiela, I don't want no Fila
Oh, that's your bitch? I might have to steal her
Broke and you lame, I hang with the real ones
Beat on they chests like gorillas
I fold his ass up like burrito tortillas
I f*cked on yo' bitch, like Love Island Villas
It don't even matter how many rolls I bring
It don't even matter what they sayin' I'ma keep doin' my thing
If she not tryin, get rich together, no wedding ring
I'm tryna be able to stand on my money, then turn to Yao Ming
Writer: Nick Kimbrell
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