[Chorus]
My diamonds (Yeah), they shine like the light (Light)
Like Mike Tyson, they put up a fight
I stand on my racks, I just need the height
I'm talkin' my shit, I feel like I'm Mike
[Verse]
Got ice on my wrist, lil' bitch, I might
Walk in the [?], oh, yeah, they know me by sight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
My pockets look fatter, i-it ain't with bullshit, I'm not with that chatter, yeah
If it's not 'bout racks, it really don't matter
I see through your pattern, bitch, you is a actor, yeah
When I'm in the whip, I go faster
Look at them dollar bills, yeah, I be stackin' 'em up
Niggas they mad 'cause I'm passin' 'em up
I got them hunnids, lil' bitch, I be flashin' 'еm, yeah
I'm in the foreign whip, yеah, I'm crashin' that shit
Walk in the bank with a check, I'm cashin' that bitch, yeah
King of the hill, I mastered that shit
I'm not three or two, I'm after that shit
I feel asleep, but now I'm back at it
I-I look at my wrist, I need a Patek
My pockets stay thick, yeah, they the fattest
Don't do this for fame, yeah, I do this for status
I'm high as a kite, I'm fly like Aladdin
''How you get all these racks?'', why the fuck is you askin'?
Just look at my fit, uh, I put on my Ricks
The flow, I'ma switch it, uh, yeah, I'm makin' decisions, yeah
I just walked outta Johnny Dang, got my diamonds, they hittin' (Yeah, they hittin')
I don't need to cap, lil' bitch, I don't need no witness (Yeah, no witness)
Yeah, I'm 'bouta go stretch these racks, like it's some fitness (Like some fitness)
My diamonds (Yeah), they shine like the light (Light)
Like Mike Tyson, they put up a fight
I stand on my racks, I just need the height
I'm talkin' my shit, I feel like I'm Mike
[Verse]
Got ice on my wrist, lil' bitch, I might
Walk in the [?], oh, yeah, they know me by sight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
My pockets look fatter, i-it ain't with bullshit, I'm not with that chatter, yeah
If it's not 'bout racks, it really don't matter
I see through your pattern, bitch, you is a actor, yeah
When I'm in the whip, I go faster
Look at them dollar bills, yeah, I be stackin' 'em up
Niggas they mad 'cause I'm passin' 'em up
I got them hunnids, lil' bitch, I be flashin' 'еm, yeah
I'm in the foreign whip, yеah, I'm crashin' that shit
Walk in the bank with a check, I'm cashin' that bitch, yeah
King of the hill, I mastered that shit
I'm not three or two, I'm after that shit
I feel asleep, but now I'm back at it
I-I look at my wrist, I need a Patek
My pockets stay thick, yeah, they the fattest
Don't do this for fame, yeah, I do this for status
I'm high as a kite, I'm fly like Aladdin
''How you get all these racks?'', why the fuck is you askin'?
Just look at my fit, uh, I put on my Ricks
The flow, I'ma switch it, uh, yeah, I'm makin' decisions, yeah
I just walked outta Johnny Dang, got my diamonds, they hittin' (Yeah, they hittin')
I don't need to cap, lil' bitch, I don't need no witness (Yeah, no witness)
Yeah, I'm 'bouta go stretch these racks, like it's some fitness (Like some fitness)
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