Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
Walked in Neiman Marcus spent like 20 f*cking racks
Your bitch all on my dick and I broke her f*cking back
Yves Saint Laurent on my bag
Smoking gas I got jet lag
Hit your bitch right from the back
20 racks stuffed in my bag
Double cup is filled with act
Swishers I can't f*ck with that
Now you wanna see me broke
I can't f*ck with you a joke
F*ck your bitch I made her choke
Put my dick all in her throat
New Pagani for the low
Driving 'round I ain't go slow
Getting head while driving, woah
I got money bitch you know
I got racks, I got dough
I get codeine for the low
Your bitch always hit my phone
Pass that bitch cause she a hoe
All my diamonds look like snow
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
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Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
Walked in Neiman Marcus spent like 20 f*cking racks
Your bitch all on my dick and I broke her f*cking back
Yves Saint Laurent on my bag
Smoking gas I got jet lag
Hit your bitch right from the back
20 racks stuffed in my bag
Double cup is filled with act
Swishers I can't f*ck with that
Now you wanna see me broke
I can't f*ck with you a joke
F*ck your bitch I made her choke
Put my dick all in her throat
New Pagani for the low
Driving 'round I ain't go slow
Getting head while driving, woah
I got money bitch you know
I got racks, I got dough
I get codeine for the low
Your bitch always hit my phone
Pass that bitch cause she a hoe
All my diamonds look like snow
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
Walked in Neiman Marcus spent like 20 f*cking racks
Your bitch all on my dick and I broke her f*cking back
Yves Saint Laurent on my bag
Smoking gas I got jet lag
Hit your bitch right from the back
20 racks stuffed in my bag
Double cup is filled with act
Swishers I can't f*ck with that
Now you wanna see me broke
I can't f*ck with you a joke
F*ck your bitch I made her choke
Put my dick all in her throat
New Pagani for the low
Driving 'round I ain't go slow
Getting head while driving, woah
I got money bitch you know
I got racks, I got dough
I get codeine for the low
Your bitch always hit my phone
Pass that bitch cause she a hoe
All my diamonds look like snow
Diamonds on my neck
Diamonds on my wrist
Diamonds flood my wrist
All my diamonds shine like this
I might hit a lick
I might just go f*ck your bitch
I got all these racks
Stacking up my f*cking cash
Writer: Curtis Barnett
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