Tears 2 Diamonds
Make that money twerk
Better buy this stock while it's low
Get a verse
Dopeboys sliding in a T-Top vert
I was just a jit
Watching G's put in work
Don't know why they jumping on the wave
Never surfed
Got my dime a LLC
I never bought a purse
Give me a couple years
Ain't no telling what I'm worth
Been left designer
Shit I got my own merch
Cream of the crop
You no longer got to search
I need me a rider
Just be loyal
It's your earth
In the field
I prefer the grass over turf
Got to run it up
All blues
No smurfs
Swear this shit ain't easy
If you scared
Go to church
Five hundred on a crib
Show my daughter how to live
Milk the game
Give it to my son
Keep it real
Put they name on the credit card
Time to build
Art of hustle manifested
We gone see a mill
Niggas trying to bust U'es
Left them in the rear
I asked God for a sign
And he made it clear
I embraced the haters
Fuck a nigga
How I feel
I'll kill myself
Before I ever live in fear
Make that money twerk
Better buy this stock while it's low
Get a verse
Dopeboys sliding in a T-Top vert
I was just a jit
Watching G's put in work
Don't know why they jumping on the wave
Never surfed
Got my dime a LLC
I never bought a purse
Give me a couple years
Ain't no telling what I'm worth
Been left designer
Shit I got my own merch
Cream of the crop
You no longer got to search
Better buy this stock while it's low
Get a verse
Dopeboys sliding in a T-Top vert
I was just a jit
Watching G's put in work
Don't know why they jumping on the wave
Never surfed
Got my dime a LLC
I never bought a purse
Give me a couple years
Ain't no telling what I'm worth
Been left designer
Shit I got my own merch
Cream of the crop
You no longer got to search
I need me a rider
Just be loyal
It's your earth
In the field
I prefer the grass over turf
Got to run it up
All blues
No smurfs
Swear this shit ain't easy
If you scared
Go to church
Five hundred on a crib
Show my daughter how to live
Milk the game
Give it to my son
Keep it real
Put they name on the credit card
Time to build
Art of hustle manifested
We gone see a mill
Niggas trying to bust U'es
Left them in the rear
I asked God for a sign
And he made it clear
I embraced the haters
Fuck a nigga
How I feel
I'll kill myself
Before I ever live in fear
Make that money twerk
Better buy this stock while it's low
Get a verse
Dopeboys sliding in a T-Top vert
I was just a jit
Watching G's put in work
Don't know why they jumping on the wave
Never surfed
Got my dime a LLC
I never bought a purse
Give me a couple years
Ain't no telling what I'm worth
Been left designer
Shit I got my own merch
Cream of the crop
You no longer got to search
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Guyton Jr
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