歌词
(Yo, Vicky)
(Xclusive made this)
Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a b*tch or a n*gga
Tell 'em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
Two double cups and Adderall, sometimes I feel like God, I finally done lost it
Gotta pay the cost to be the boss so I'm like, "What it's gon' cost?"
Most of these n*ggas filled with flaws so I don't want 'em around me
These b*tches easily give up draws and I'd be damned if they clown me
I need a b*tch who want for me like, f*ck that, get her a round trip
B and a stick right by the tree like we don't want 'em around him
These b*tches all for you and me, she eat the meat then she outta here
I spit my life all on these beats to see if you feel how I feel
Why the f*ck I'm seeking for your love if I'm not lovin' myself?
After you leave, I'm just gon' thug, I don't want nobody else
We watch them bleed all in the streets, he play with us then it's death
I need that Percocets and lean just like a smoker need meth
We ain't murked 'em yet but you gon' see he goin' under my belt
I can't keep f*ckin' with lil' shawty, sh*t ain't good for my health
Palm Angel denim, Mike Amiri, only thing that I wear
Boy, you a snake that's filled with venom, up and aim at your hair
Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, thats for a b*tch or a n*gga
Tell 'em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
I cut you off without no scissors
Tell me why the f*ck lil' shawty keep callin'?
It's different levels to the system, on my own, I've been ballin'
Clutchin' my metal, tinted windows, five percent when I'm rollin'
Trappin' ain't dead, these n*ggas scared, I'm tryna bust it wide open
Right now, sh*t movin' slow motion, but I can't trip
I'm steady pourin' out my pain in this soda potion, I sell
The glizzy gang, don't ever ask if I'm totin', it's on my hip
60 Gang, I really love, rich and rollin', but you ain't real
I got a fetish for them hoes who don't love me back
Whole time you in it for them f*ckin' racks
I don't see how n*ggas be f*ckin' with n*ggas, knowin' they some f*ckin' rats
I dont see how n*ggas be lovin' women, be f*ckin' when they turn their back
And we on go when I turn on the map, my heart so cold and I can't even cap
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a billionaire (Yeah)
I would prolly be a billionaire (Oh)
Diamonds dancin', automatic
Bust alone but stuck in sadness
I made it out without the box and the grave
Somehow that still don't matter
I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
I ain't got no trust, that's for a b*tch or a n*gga
Tell 'em stay out my way
Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried
I would prolly be a millionaire (Yeah)
I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
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