[ Featuring Lil Yachty, HVN ]
Yo, it's like, ayy
Corpus legend, I know you are
Superstar, I know you are
Miss my daddy, I know I do
Lyin' on me, ain't none of it true
When I was younger, my favorite color blue
Always wanted to end up with you
You was special from the jump, baby
You was special from the jump, baby
We was down there in the slums, baby
Mama used to pack my lunch, baby
Bro was still selling drugs, baby
Bought me my first Jordans, ayy, yeah
Took a f*ckin' plane, yeah
Na-na, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah, yeah
When I wake up, I think about all the diamonds and cash flow
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I grow up, I'm gonna have all the diamonds and cash, cash
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I wake up, I think about all the diamonds and cash flow
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I grow up, I'm gonna have all the diamonds and cash, cash
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
Cash
Yeah
It's us
Yeah, yeah, yeah, look
Every day, niggas wake up tryna make a new M
He didn't make a few million this week, oh my God
The gang disappointed in him
If I'm gonna ball then I'm gonna ball
Yessir, I'm talking way above the rim
Gave her a piece of my life, sent her back to her nigga
She know that he ain't nothing like him
By him I mean me
I got bitches, ID me, dropped in D.C., living free
Twenty-five racks, I paid her in stacks
Then put up that youngster 'pon trees
Too many diamonds they got from the Mayans
Three hundred thousand on my sleeve
All of this money I spent, coulda built up a middle school up in Belize
Trust me you wouldn't believe
My life is trife, don't bring a knife to a gunfight
How many people I put on?
How many have I bailed out in one night?
Try to treat everyone equal, 'cause that, on my heart, I know that is what's right
Niggas intentions ain't right
I still give 'em my last, know they snake me at night
I did't need pistols 'til I bought some crystals
These niggas be plotting on my life
In twenty-four years shed so many tears
I didn't think that things could go right
But now I do better, my life is impeccable, move like a thief in the night
Stay with that pole, snuck it in through the right
Mini Kel-Tec with a scope and a light
I do not fight, I will put up a price
I'm petty
Young as a bitch, I really ran up and got rich
I really hopped off of the porch (porch)
I been bought my momma a Porsche
I been bought my daddy a Porsche
I pull up, I'm bringing a force
We making the noise, niggas knowing we them boys, yeah
When I wake up, I think about all the diamonds and cash flow
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I grow up, I'm gonna have all the diamonds and cash, cash
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I wake up, I think about all the diamonds and cash flow
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
When I grow up, I'm gonna have all the diamonds and cash, cash
(All of these diamonds and cash, all of these diamonds and cash)
Cash
It's like when I need you the most
I can't get nothing out ya
Make me wanna scream and shout ya
I still wanna meet ya wife, yeah (yeah)
You my blood, blood, blood (you my blood)
You ain't give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (you ain't give a f*ck)
So in turn, turn (turn)
It made me not give a f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
Day dreamin' and pretendin'
Sketchin' beautiful women
I've abused anyone I ever loved
Is that what make me a Simpson?
What makes life feel finished?
All of them summertime visits
Hoppin' in makes you hear crickets
Speedin' to avoid the ticket
Momma say, momma say, momma say, momma say, "Don't end up like daddy"
"Focus, focus, focus on what you can see"
Momma say, momma say, momma say, momma say, "Don't end up like daddy"
"Focus, focus, focus on what you can see"
Every time just runnin' these bands
Spin a round, buss a whole bag
Diamonds glisten, playin' peek-a-boo
Work hard, I had a lot to lose
Playin' tag with a sniper, ooh
Trust me, I'ma ride for you
Trackhawk, hit a tight skrrt
Take off, I take off for you
Pockets stuffed, walking cemetary
Calabasas, and I'm sippin' on Texas
Kevin leavin' that nigga in Texas
Dodgin' hatin' and shittin' on my exes
Vvs, hundred count, diamonds buss
Buss, buss, buss, buss
Vvs, hundred count, diamonds buss
Buss, buss, buss, buss
