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Five in a month
Diamonds on riff raff, sit back, watch me shine to the sun
Feel like a hitman, wrist dance after making my funds
Oh he a big man, big plans, sixth sense, get them all gone
She on her knees like a nun
Bro got Biscotti, I know he gone roll up
He catchin' bodies, I know he gon' throw up
Drip on my shawty when Jowe gon' roll up
No, no, no, no, no, oh
She got a twin and I really want to fuck with them both, both, both
I'm finna get in the hole like I'm playin' some golf, golf, golf
Yeah, spendin' these money piles
Screams from my shorty like rolling loud
Fucked in the past and I'm fuckin' now
I get to pressin' her buttons now
Shawty won't, woah, woah
Shawty won't, woah, woah
Shawty won't, woah, woah, woah
Oh yeah, thousand up on the fragrance
I be smellin' only bout money, that's a payday
Ayy, pullin' out the sword, yeah, I hit her melee
He be hatin' on me, no, I don't fuck with naysay
Brothers be movin' all militant
And they be shootin' all through the tints
Chain it be shinin' just like the wrist
Ain't like Nintendo, cause I ain't switch
Shorty don't slow, don't dim dim go ahead if you want to swim
Barber 'cause I'm finna trim, trim, big diamonds, it's on the links
I'm finna get it up
40, got a big boner I'm finna get it up
No, you can't bully a loner I'm finna get it on
Brody won't fuck with me, that is enough for me
Yeah, I'm bringin' your bitch along
Yeah, she feelin' lonely, baby girl, she be up on me
Yeah, she feelin' naughty, off the lean, I'm really nodding
Runnin' with the brodies, rollin' up, not talkin' poly
Plants be out here growin
Never want the police showin
Bro got Biscotti, I know he gone roll up
He catchin' bodies, I know he gon' throw up
Drip on my shawty when Jowe gon' roll up
No, no, no, no, no, oh
She got a twin and I really want to fuck with them both, both, both
I'm finna get in the hole like I'm playin' some golf, golf, golf
Yeah, spendin' these money piles
Screams from my shorty like rolling loud