TwoCup x Heavy Influence - Diamonds

You can catch me out, seven days a week Ain't nobody do it like me
Like me, money in the bank You know my pockets deep
So ain't no tellin' what we might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out the bar
Drippin' diamonds all across my white tee. My white tee
Tell them about me These niggas carbon copy
I'm authentic, bitch You better ask somebody
Baby be on the molly And I be on the diamonds
If she ain't gettin' money I stay the fuck from round
I'm standin' on the counter I'm handin' out the liquor
The bitches like my glam They be like, he that nigga
I be like, how you figure That I was nothin' less
Who do I make this autograph out to
That's on your breast It's like I'm playin' chess
But I stay in my lane Never see me out
Just know I do my thing With it like booty tame
I'm talkin' bout that work 24-7, no days off, bitch
I put in work Trust me
You can catch me out, seven days a week Ain't nobody do it like me
Like me, money in the bank You know my pockets deep
So ain't no tellin' what we might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out the bar
Drippin' diamonds all across my white tee. My white tee
Yeah, don't get it twisted I'm Californ-i-a
Born on Easter, so explicit Like, bitch, I'm on my way
She got a big ol' booty Just know I do the do
Stop by the homie, Two, An get some fruity loops
That's just a little bit of puff, puff, pass for your ass
A little bit of liquor put a splash in your glass
Every time we kick it, you know we gon' have a blast
Now that they got nights, they got us movin' too fast
Now I don't know how to slow it down, no way
And in and out of traffic, got them lookin' both ways
Like I just seen 50 field hoes, you know I'm sayin
Bet you catch me out just know I do my own thing
You can catch me out, seven days a week Ain't nobody do it like me
Like me, money in the bank You know my pockets deep
So ain't no tellin' what we might be Might be, they rush the parking lot
They know us by the car see You ain't livin' quite like me
Like me, I'm runnin' up the check I'm buyin' out the bar
Drippin' diamonds all across my white tee. My white tee

Written by:
Javier Yancy, Phillip Draper, Robert Millwood

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