Popular Boy - Diamonds of Atlanta

Popular boy, popular boy in the building
I'm a rich ass nigga, don't play with me
I got six ass figures, come stay with me
And all the hoes, they be downin
I be fuckin' out in
Pull up in a coupe, but this is not a outin
I got bands, I can shout
Baby girl, I don't allow it
She fuck me in the shower, like, this is not my tower
And I got so much hoes, I should live up in the tower
And I got Trump money, I could take a fuckin' shower
And the hoes like Austin Powers
And the hoes like Funk on couch
And your homies like some cowards
And I like takin' hours
Baby, tell me what you'll treat me to
And she like treat me bad, but I treat her cool
And she got two friends, but I don't need two
Baby, I just need you in my coupe
Hotel room, that's the move
Tell me what you wanna do, really wanna do
She got Christmas lids, but I like Christmas too
Got Balenci Christmas shoes, you got Christmas shoes
Everybody do until nobody do it, yeah
She lock me down like Akon, yeah
And then I name my son Mason, that's good
And she live in liaison, yeah
I got stupid money on her
I don't think that she's ever, ever gonna swerve
I don't think that ever she's gonna go to work
I got so much cash, I could buy a fuckin' bird
Bird in my mansion
Bird, what's happenin'
Birds like Atlanta
Blackhawks, Atlanta
Diamonds in Atlanta
Live up in the Hampton
She live up in the Hampton
Skrrt

Written by:
Leoul Bekele

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