Princess Diana
Grrah (grrah)
Grrah (grrah)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
And I just fell in love wit' a gangsta (like)
So he put my name in a tatt'
But I don't let him come to the crib (grrah)
So we get it on where we at (grrah)
Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras
And they hype that I'm up on them banners
Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (why?)
In the hood, I'm like Princess Diana (grrah)
I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (huh?)
- not takin' - from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth, so I bet she gon' choke
To her man, l'm the girl of his dreams
Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth
He keep textin', I leave him on seen
Hottest - out and they know what I mean (know what I mean)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Lookin' at me like, "Who bigger than she?" (Who?)
I'm the one who they wishin' to be
Takin' my time 'cause I don't wanna bait
If you makin' your plate, then I already ate (grrah)
One book a flight and go chill in Tulum
Turnin' heads when I walk in the room (like)
I know he want me, his - is a lame
And she make in a year what I spend on a chain (spend on my chain, grrah)
Makin' it rain (makin' it rain)
Doin' my thing (like)
And I'm young, still gettin' money
My pockets is chubby, nothin' was the same (huh?)
Takin' your boo (takin' your boo)
Makin' it move
Like, flexin' on - and - addictive
Feenin' for me like they usually do (usually do)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Grrah (grrah)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
And I just fell in love wit' a gangsta (like)
So he put my name in a tatt'
But I don't let him come to the crib (grrah)
So we get it on where we at (grrah)
Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras
And they hype that I'm up on them banners
Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (why?)
In the hood, I'm like Princess Diana (grrah)
I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (huh?)
- not takin' - from me but notes
Wanna be me, so she do my emotes
And my name in her mouth, so I bet she gon' choke
To her man, l'm the girl of his dreams
Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth
He keep textin', I leave him on seen
Hottest - out and they know what I mean (know what I mean)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Lookin' at me like, "Who bigger than she?" (Who?)
I'm the one who they wishin' to be
Takin' my time 'cause I don't wanna bait
If you makin' your plate, then I already ate (grrah)
One book a flight and go chill in Tulum
Turnin' heads when I walk in the room (like)
I know he want me, his - is a lame
And she make in a year what I spend on a chain (spend on my chain, grrah)
Makin' it rain (makin' it rain)
Doin' my thing (like)
And I'm young, still gettin' money
My pockets is chubby, nothin' was the same (huh?)
Takin' your boo (takin' your boo)
Makin' it move
Like, flexin' on - and - addictive
Feenin' for me like they usually do (usually do)
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
Like, grrah, keep it a stack
- move Wock' 'cause they know I got bands
They be chattin', I don't give a -
And I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (grrah)
Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (grrah)
If he smart, he gon' act like a fan
Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (grrah)
- slow, so I give 'em a pass
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Writer(s): Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr, Isis Naija Gaston
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