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[Intro: East]
You
Uh, feel bad, go
A lot of money, yeah, uh
A lot of jewelery, I look like a nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay

1: Dave East]
Whip up a 8-ball like
Tryna take my chain and get
They talk like they not built
I jump out the off a bill
I fuck your bitch, I kiss her (never)
I dont know how I to miss her (I don't)
I'm on shit, like a tissue
.50 my for the issue
I drag the bag a marching band
and drums, is you dumb?
Where I am from, we tat the on us
Get a gun a run
I always knew would come
Bring your bitch over, get all up in her
I'm kickin shit I punt
I my bitch like every month
I be with blood and with
In love the avenue, hugging the strip
out the wagon, got hunnids to get
Play 21 Savage, while fuckin' your
Wake up, and go a trip
I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm orderin'
It ain't hard to notice I'm rich, I had a dream we all hit a lick

[Chorus: East]
Diamonds all on me, I with a pistol
I want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a
I know that they plottin', I look a check
I'm in Givenchy, and Prada
I run up in them dollars, I like a check
All my niggas gon' work for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a
all on me, I walk with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a
I'm at the bank, 'bout to a deposit
I know that they plottin', I look a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and
I run up in dollars, I look like a check
All my young gon' work for check
Keep at paper, my eyes on a check

2: Offset]
Offset!....
Bullets gon' send a message
Got lil' barbies sittin' all in my section
on my cross, on my chest like i'm a Reverend
Tie up my shoes, little bitch you a
Yeah, the freakazoid piece got it
I get the AP, i'm quick to go it
Yeah, Momma me watch the suckers
You got the check, now let niggas pluck you
done die now i'm cover
Still having dreams, on the swings with my
I want that [?] and
You don't see why I've flexin all summer
On the narcotics then to a zombie
for the Jet, go to London
Do what I say, shoot the K out the
the yay out my grandmama dungeon
I got the bag lil hoe
Diamonds looking the [?]
[?] niggas for the cash,
Finesse a with the swag, I blow
I get the paper, operator
Saw you in a booth, full of
in the coupes now or later
Taking off my roof now or

[Chorus: East]
Diamonds all on me, I walk a pistol
I don't want no issues, I like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a
I know they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and
I run up in them dollars, I look like a
All my young niggas gon' for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my on a check
Diamonds all on me, I walk with a
I want no issues, I look like a check
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a
I know that they plottin', I look like a
I'm in Givenchy, and Prada
I run up in dollars, I look like a check
All my young niggas gon' for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my on a check

[Verse 3: Dave
I had no Audemar or no Rollie, when I swing nothin' else my Patek
I got a chance to get all of these
Got no time for chillin', I wake up next
And I had an uncle that to get money Uptown
He used to me get fresh
I had on Gucci, I could tell you what it was
And I had it on in the
I'm like I know to rest
Gucci blew, I want a jet for diamonds, we damage your
My feel on naked bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it feel like the
I'm in Bal Harbour with back-ends, I might get head from a fat
If we don't you, then we texting
I'm from New York, she love my
I remember I was trappin', duct another package
You like it couldn't happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin'
I some demons, I'm a savage
Molly and got them
compare, I'm not no average
Bitches staring, 'cause I'm

Dave East]
Diamonds all on me, I walk a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a
I'm at the bank, 'bout to a deposit
I know they plottin', I look like a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and
I run up in them dollars, I look a check
All my young niggas gon' work for
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a
Diamonds all on me, I with a pistol
I don't want no issues, I look like a
I'm at the bank, 'bout to make a
I know that they plottin', I look a check
I'm in Givenchy, Louis and
I run up in them dollars, I like a check
All my young niggas work for check
Keep lookin' at paper, my eyes on a