Italian

Yeah, diamonds, uh, shiny, uh
What's in my bag is Italian
I fuck that bitch is a stallion
Dirty we pour up Galleon

I caught a plague in the bag, I'm gone
I got that bitch and a badder one
I got a bliq with a plastic drum
All it takes is a tap and go

Pff, pff, these rack they get in my head
My bitches jump on the ledge
We shoppin' Gucci, stop at Hermes
Let's go, let's go
I play the track flushing remains
Bags I'm bring them in
He getting taxed, I'm busting his head

Diamonds, uh, shiny, uh
They say we weren't grinding, uh
I think this shit perfect timing, uh
I was just broke as a bitch, don't remind me

Blind to ya, blinding ya
I know these stones is blinding
I'm 'bout to change up the Comet
I got a thousand and one just flying
Yeah, yeah

Racks, I think these racks they get in my head
'Bout to jump outta the ledge
We shoppin' Gucci, we stop at Hermes
Chains, all these ice, I might need a sled
She rocking De La Sapage, can't wait to suck it
I might gotta to pay her

Yeah, a nigga like me'll never exist
I cut her off, gotta battle a bitch
I want that money, I'll never quit
Go, go

And I got'em watching the kid
They study my swag and copy the kid
She wanna fuck so I bodied the bitch

Yeah, diamonds, uh, shiny, uh
What's in my bag is Italian
I fuck that bitch is a stallion
Dirty we pour up Galleon

I caught a plague in the bag, I'm gone
I got that bitch and a badder one
I got a bliq with a plastic drum
All it takes is a tap and go

Pff, pff, these rack they get in my head
My bitches jump on the ledge
We shoppin' Gucci, stop at Hermes
Let's go, let's go
I play the track flushing remains
Bags I'm bring them in
He getting taxed, I'm busting his head
Let's go

I told them, "Send me the law law."
And my lil' brother run around with a cutlass somewhere in yo' hood, dolo
I caught a play like dolong
And I know fo'sho that shorty don't go back with her clothes on

Yeah, I think these racks get in my head
We used to play with bands, jump on a plane, go play in the sand
And I'm running around with a cannon
These bitches know I'm the man
You niggas wish I was back in the can

Yeah, diamonds, uh, shiny, uh
What's in my bag is Italian
I fuck that bitch is a stallion
Dirty we pour up Galleon

I caught a plague in the bag, I'm gone
I got that bitch and a badder one
I got a bliq with a plastic drum
All it takes is a tap and go

Pff, pff, these rack they get in my head
My bitches jump on the ledge
We shoppin' Gucci, stop at Hermes
Let's go, let's go
I play the track flushing remains
Bags I'm bring them in
He getting taxed, I'm busting his head