Diamond Dust

Cream Faygo, man
I fell like Hoodrich Pablo, man
You already know, man, let's get it, man
You dig what I'm sayin', word
That's for sure, man
Big diamonds on deck, man
You dig what I'm sayin', hold on

Pockets so knotted, they filled with the guap
Pockets so knotted, they filled with the guap
Pockets so knotted, they filled with the guap
(Man, the bank teller know me on my first name)
(Ya dig what I'm sayin', ya feel me, first name, ya dig?)
Pockets so loud that they filled with the guap

Pockets so knotted, they filled with the guap
Pockets so knotted, they filled with the guap
Ain't go to college, so young nigga plot
Runnin' from cops, I hide dope in my sock
That Draco be shootin', man, I cannot box
Look at my bitch, she look like a fox
Stackin' my money, invest in the stocks
Diamonds I cool off, I'm feelin' so hot

2018, not rockin' no Jordan's
I cannot stop 'til my car is a foreign
Gelato from Cali, it taste like a orange
Go to Miami, I hop on a boat
A nigga so fly, but I never sold dope
Don't hang with them niggas 'cause they do the most
I be like Kanan, these niggas be Ghost
White model bitch and she play with her nose

Got a new iPhone, I stored it with hoes
Damn, I love when she be dancin' on the pole
Foreign my outfit, I spoiled her with clothes
Feel like I'm A.I, I give and I go
Yeah, I had this lesson, but no, I can't love her
These niggas bluffin', they know they can't fuck her
Diamonds my sister, diamond my mother
Marino my clothes, Marino my covers

Uh, loud pack, it stink, and it smell like some mustard
Uh, my diamonds like Rita's, they ice as the custard
Mixin' the lean and it taste like some Gushers
You smokin' a Backwood but I been to Russia
White model bitch and I met her in Russia
Diamonds so cold like I got 'em from Russia
Diamonds be dancin', I got 'em from Usher
Dreads in my head, man, I feel like Busta Rhymes



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Writer(s): B. Holland
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