​​sudden death** RIVEN

[Chorus]
I-I-I need some diamonds my neck, I look at my wrist, I need a Patek
Gettin' rich, I count up some checks, the ho tryna fuck, I tell this ho, ''Bet''
And that boy he think he a threat, but he can get smoked like a cigarette
I treat that ho like a pest, I'm treatin' that bitch like she my pet
I-I-I'm walkin' to Neimans, and I get to schemin'
Bitch, I hit the gas, then I get to dreamin'

[Verse 1]
At the trap, they feenin', had to fight my demons
Yeah, I had my back against the wall, bitch, I mean it
All of my diamonds they wet as a tank
I'm sippin' the drank, I can't think
I got some monеy all over the place, I'm countin' it by my own pacе
All of my money is dirty, but, nigga, I'm stayin' clean like, I'm some paint
I gotta double my racks, if you give me four, I turn it to eight (Oh)
Yeah, ah, uh, yeah
Do this for my partners, they be smokin' gas
I'm with yo' bitch, yeah, we in a sauna, yeah
Balenci' or the money, ayy, fuck it, I put on my Prada

[Interlude]
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