Diana Lancey Foux & Nyge (Ft. Fee Gonzales & Yung Fume)

[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Lots of ice in my
Ice in my
It's the Fume, it's the Fume
Lots of ice in my (it sounds like Nyge)

[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed

[Verse 1: Fee Gonzales]
Ayy, I stack the paper
No time for a hater
Me and Lancey smoking flavours
Me and Fume might go Jamaica
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Getting money with my day ones
Getting money with my day ones
Yo, AJ, cool, I got this
Uh, yeah
Petite [?] watches
Uh, yeah
You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn
My gyal boujee and stubborn
And my niggas trap hard while you're clubbing
Brown ting, fill it with dum-dums
Ooh, ooh
Hop in the coupe, baby get up and she scoop
Truth, [?]
This ammi for fifty for you
I been up all of the trap
Every morning, text all of the cats
From you lot running it back
28 bullets I count in the strap
Yeah