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(Wave) whoa, whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What up, Z?
I've been on my cash shit, I've been in my bag, bitch
I've been in the fast lane, I ain't slowin' down
I ball like I'm Tracy, I'm talkin' McGrady
These niggas can't faze me, no, I'll never drown
All my niggas ruthless, hop out with that tool, bitch
Hope that I don't shoot it, 'cause I never miss
And I hit my JUUL, bitch, go about my business
If a nigga test it, he gon' get the clip
I got different designers in my closet
Gettin' so much money, I can't fit it in my pocket
And now I'm leanin' with a double cup, I hope that I don't drop it
And now I'm jumpin' in my feelings, yeah, I feel like it's a moshpit
Okay, my diamonds are gleaming, diamonds they beaming
Diamonds they bling, diamonds they scrеaming
They just like thesе hoes 'cause they scream for attention
And these diamonds like my soul, yeah, they cold like anemic
I've been on my cash shit, I've been in my bag, bitch
I've been in the fast lane, I ain't slowin' down
I ball like I'm Tracy, I'm talkin' McGrady
These niggas can't faze me, no, I'll never drown
All my niggas ruthless, hop out with that tool, bitch
Hope that I don't shoot it, 'cause I never miss
And I hit my JUUL, bitch, go about my business
If a nigga test it, he gon' get the clip
Oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
Whoa, whoa, whoa
What up, Z?
I've been on my cash shit, I've been in my bag, bitch
I've been in the fast lane, I ain't slowin' down
I ball like I'm Tracy, I'm talkin' McGrady
These niggas can't faze me, no, I'll never drown
All my niggas ruthless, hop out with that tool, bitch
Hope that I don't shoot it, 'cause I never miss
And I hit my JUUL, bitch, go about my business
If a nigga test it, he gon' get the clip
I got different designers in my closet
Gettin' so much money, I can't fit it in my pocket
And now I'm leanin' with a double cup, I hope that I don't drop it
And now I'm jumpin' in my feelings, yeah, I feel like it's a moshpit
Okay, my diamonds are gleaming, diamonds they beaming
Diamonds they bling, diamonds they scrеaming
They just like thesе hoes 'cause they scream for attention
And these diamonds like my soul, yeah, they cold like anemic
I've been on my cash shit, I've been in my bag, bitch
I've been in the fast lane, I ain't slowin' down
I ball like I'm Tracy, I'm talkin' McGrady
These niggas can't faze me, no, I'll never drown
All my niggas ruthless, hop out with that tool, bitch
Hope that I don't shoot it, 'cause I never miss
And I hit my JUUL, bitch, go about my business
If a nigga test it, he gon' get the clip
Oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
Oh-ooh
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Williams, Noah M Lee, Zues Negrete
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