(Verse 1)
I Hop in the coupe and I stack it, yeah I’m on the move to the bag quick
I pull up and flex on a bad bitch, this water turned me to a savage
These diamonds be drippin’ like fiji, when I cop the lamb you won’t see me
These bitches be thinkin I’m dreamy, and these pussies be mad they can’t be me
I pour up a four of the pour, I hit that bitch she be up on all four
She be addicted she said she want more
She said she want me I’m what she adore
Givency is on me with Christian Dior
I just got back from a show in New York
Just got the bag and made sure it’s secured
The way that I drip make her feel insecure
Yeah, aye

(Hook)
I won’t fuck that bitch unless these diamonds on me
I like rich sex with some drugs I’m overdosing
All this money round me how can I get lonely
All this money round me still feel like they owe me

(Verse 2)
I see what you flex and you cappin
That Gucci bag fake show the tag then
I’m ballin like NFL status
Like I be the number one draft pick
Don’t play wit the gang it get graphic
Like GTA games gotta pack it
She see that I’m making some static
So that bitch gon' bust it and back in-

𝑶𝒎𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑨 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒅?

I ride around town with a nina
She ridin' me out need a feed her
I’ll fuck her for now and then leave her
This Louie V belt hold my jeans up
I ball like I’m throwing the 3's up
You missing like you gettin' d’ed up
Stay winning I'm keepin' my team up like wait

(Hook)
I won’t fuck that bitch unless these diamonds on me
I like rich sex with some drugs I’m overdosing
All this money round me how can I get lonely
All this money round me still feel like they owe me