That One Night In Fiji
Got two girls with me in Fiji
The Money counter on repeat
They only call when they need me
True story
Nobody else could really be me
Still taking chances never free me
Built my family a money tree
Give god glory
And it's sad to say
Bigg Scott died and went away
What a tragic death
My Shooters on the way
They spinning on they block
Until there's nothing left or dead
I don't want no praise
I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Cause when you getting money
Niggas hunt you
And when you gettin Bitches
Bitches want you
I been stacking up my digits
Like a boss do
But when I lost you
Shit ain't been the same
No no I lost a part of my brain
Lost in the pain
Made me turn my back on my main
But I'm back on my bullshit
Gave her back to the streets on that hood shit
Fuck on that hood bitch
Pulling on her hair with my Rolex wrist
It's the life of a ruler
I done spent so much money with my Jeweler
Diamond talk they say Kumbaya
Let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
Diamond talk they say Kumbaya
Let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
I don't want no praise
I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Still in Fiji
Got two bad bitches sucking my peepee
Upon the remix
I need Burna Boy and also Wizkid, Aye
Flood the streets yeah
I'm tryna bring a hundred thousand a week yea
Aye
For no reason
Flew two bitches out just for the weekend
They flooded
Diamonds on me yeah they flooded
It's flooded
The diamonds on my necklace is flooded
Flooded
Flooded
It's flooded
Flooded
It's flooded
It's flooded
Diamonds on me it is flooded
Wet you no homo Joe Budden
Flooded
Flooded
Praise, I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Back on my bullshit
Gave her back to the streets
On that hood shit
Fck on that hood bitch
Pulling on her hair with my Rolex wrist
It's the life of a ruler
I done spend so much money with my Jeweler
Diamond talk they say
Kumbaya let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
Diamond talk they say
Kumbaya let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
The Money counter on repeat
They only call when they need me
True story
Nobody else could really be me
Still taking chances never free me
Built my family a money tree
Give god glory
And it's sad to say
Bigg Scott died and went away
What a tragic death
My Shooters on the way
They spinning on they block
Until there's nothing left or dead
I don't want no praise
I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Cause when you getting money
Niggas hunt you
And when you gettin Bitches
Bitches want you
I been stacking up my digits
Like a boss do
But when I lost you
Shit ain't been the same
No no I lost a part of my brain
Lost in the pain
Made me turn my back on my main
But I'm back on my bullshit
Gave her back to the streets on that hood shit
Fuck on that hood bitch
Pulling on her hair with my Rolex wrist
It's the life of a ruler
I done spent so much money with my Jeweler
Diamond talk they say Kumbaya
Let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
Diamond talk they say Kumbaya
Let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
I don't want no praise
I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Still in Fiji
Got two bad bitches sucking my peepee
Upon the remix
I need Burna Boy and also Wizkid, Aye
Flood the streets yeah
I'm tryna bring a hundred thousand a week yea
Aye
For no reason
Flew two bitches out just for the weekend
They flooded
Diamonds on me yeah they flooded
It's flooded
The diamonds on my necklace is flooded
Flooded
Flooded
It's flooded
Flooded
It's flooded
It's flooded
Diamonds on me it is flooded
Wet you no homo Joe Budden
Flooded
Flooded
Praise, I don't want Sympathy
I want my niggas back that's dead
I don't wanna rage
I'm calling on my spirits to have my back
In these streets
Back on my bullshit
Gave her back to the streets
On that hood shit
Fck on that hood bitch
Pulling on her hair with my Rolex wrist
It's the life of a ruler
I done spend so much money with my Jeweler
Diamond talk they say
Kumbaya let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
Diamond talk they say
Kumbaya let's get the money
Money come in ways
I can't say you was acting funny
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Writer(s): Jean Bien-aime
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