Dancin Diamonds ft. Masand Music Lyrics

I'm on go, fuck a hoe, the moneys where I'm at

I'm on stage, you a lame, your bitch chillin in the back

Watch your back, click clack, my hitters never lack

I'm in first, you in last, all your homies in a pack

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, on her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, on her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in

Pussy laughin, so I brought the Mac in

Fuck around, you a clown, bullets get to blastin

40 on my lap, I'll really make it happen

He a bitch, he ain't rich, he actin like he tapped in

Got a bimmer with a Benz swervin through traffic

Scary demographic, I can make it graphic

Pull up at a light, bang, that's a classic

I'm heartless, you lifeless, damn that's tragic

He a bitch, he ain't shit, he the reason for this pack

Smokin good weed, only smokin on the gas

You a waste, 2 faced, your bitch ain't comin back

Hunnids fifty's what I used to smack your bitchs ass

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, on her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in

Full throttle, drinkin liq out a gold bottle

Got a bad bitch, not average, a IG model

life a movie, real boujee, someone write a novel

Fuck his bitchen, catch him slippin, end the fucken problem

Tired of these clowns dissin on my name

I want the money, you pussys out for the fucken fame

I ain't Playin no games, aimin at your brain

Money on your grave, while I'm on a fucken plane

Grab a pound, cruise the town, run it right back

Smokin all this weed, rollin woods by the pack

get to talkin, bring the glock in, I'm gettin flash backs

Moral of the story, I ain't sorry, erase him off the map

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, on her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in

Tryna get a house, with a roush and a big ass mansion

Diamonds dancin, on her ass leave my hand print

Drop a hint, purple tints, I can make it happen

At the club, white buffs, I had to bring the strap in