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[Intro: Dave
You
Uh, bad, go everyday
A lot of money, yeah, uh
A lot of jewelery, I look a check nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay

1: Dave East]
Whip up a 8-ball like
Tryna take my chain and get
talk like they gangster not built
I out the wraith off a bill
I fuck your bitch, I kiss her (never)
I dont know how I failed to her (I don't)
I'm on some shit, a tissue
.50 my clip for the
I drag the bag open a marching
Sticks and drums, is you
Where I am from, we tat the on us
Get a gun a run
I always knew money would
Bring bitch over, get all up in her guts
I'm kickin shit like I
I switching my bitch like month
I be with blood and with
In love with the avenue, hugging the
Jump out the wagon, got to get
21 Savage, while fuckin' your bitch
Wake up, and go a trip
I'm drunk off Champagne, and I'm shrimp
It ain't hard to I'm rich, I had a dream that we all hit a lick

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

2: Offset]
Offset!....
Bullets gon' send a message
Got some lil' barbies sittin' all in my
on my cross, on my chest like i'm a Reverend
Tie up my shoes, little bitch you a
Yeah, the freakazoid got it custom
I get the AP, i'm to go bust it
Yeah, Momma told me the suckers
You got the check, now don't let niggas you
Grandma done die now i'm
Still having dreams, on the swings my brother
I want [?] and commas
You don't see why I've been flexin all
On the narcotics turn to a zombie
for the Jet, go to London
Do what I say, shoot the K out the
Servin' the yay out my dungeon
I got the bag lil hoe
Diamonds like the [?]
[?] for the cash, hello
Finesse a with the swag, I blow
I get the paper, smooth
Saw you in a booth, of gators
Crawling in the now or later
Taking off my roof now or

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

3: Dave East]
I had no Audemar or no Rollie, when I swing nothin' else my Patek
I got a to get all of these millions
Got no time for chillin', I wake up like
And I had an uncle that used to get money
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 when to
Gucci blew, I want a jet for diamonds, we damage neck
My feel on naked bitches combine with Gabana and Dolce, it like the best
I'm in Bal Harbour back-ends, I might get head from a fat friend
If we know you, then we texting
I'm from New York, she my accent
I remember I was trappin', duct tape package
You livin' it couldn't happen, fuck nigga, you just rappin'
I some demons, I'm a savage
Molly and got them
Don't compare, I'm not no
staring, 'cause I'm flashing

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