Number 1

Yeah my diamond, money, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah my

Yeah, two tone (two tone)

Yeah my diamond flooded, yeah, yeah

Molly, yeah I'm too high can't be in public

Yeah, yeah, yeah (who know me? Yeah), I been hungry, yeah money starving

Yeah

Rock the G-Star jeans, yeah and the bitch keep coming

I was counting racks, I was upside store

Got a brand new Balenciaga hat that I stole

Give me your money, yeah I take what I owe

Got a nice bustdown yeah G.I. Joe

No looking out

Down on the road

What if he told?

Don't break the codе, can't fuck with hoes

You sniffing on coke, I'm rubbin' they nosе

Yeah, they gotta go

Change it, yeah

Switch it up (up)

Fill my cup

I walked in the lean and I cannot get up

I came in the studio chopping it up (chopping it up)

I'm sniffing my molly, my tropical drugs

Ain't hidin' my feelings they came from above

Some people gon' hate, some people gon' love it

The same ones that's loving same once that's hating

They give me that money, tell momma I made it

I'm paving the way, yeah, I'm using the pavement

I'm going harder, I'm making a statement

I made this song on the stove, and some bacon (some bacon)

Won't give up, I gotta be patient

Sometimes I wanna say shit

They not in my conversation, we don't have no correlation

Baby, can't you fight temptation? (Huh, huh)

She love my nut she love to taste it (huh, huh)

This is real music, this is amazing (huh, huh)

I'm not from this earth, yeah I came from a space ship

I'm in my own world, you can't even say shit

Don't be my word, you give me your bitch

I gotta go off, one can only wish

Dripping so crazy, swimming with the fish (fish)

I got some money, friends with benefits

They wanna be me, they look at my fish (woo!)

She want my semen, she wanna have kids (yeah, yeah)

I swear I'm the hardest, who the hell like this?

Hurry up with my drugs cause I really gotta piss, yeah

Just take my stuff and go

You damn sold your soul (yeah you did)

This is a story that they never told (shh) yeah, yeah

I forgot to tell you it was murder that she wrote

Yeah, two tone, yeah

Yeah, my diamond flooded, yeah, yeah

Molly, yeah I'm too high can't be in public

Yeah, yeah, yeah (who know me? Yeah) I been hungry, yeah money starving

Yeah (yeah)

Rock the G-Star jeans, yeah and the bitch keep coming

I was counting racks I was upside store

Got a brand new Balenciaga hat I stole

Give me your money, yeah I take what I owe

Got a nice bustdown yeah G.I. Joe

No looking out

Down on the road

What if he told?

Don't break the code, can't fuck with hoes

You sniffing on coke, I'm rubbin' they nose

Yeah, they gotta go