(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?) All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah) I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee shit) And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (Bitch) When I hit that bitch I had her just like woohoo Man that's a playa bitch, you know she keep it cool No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it cool And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool When it comes to paper, bitch, you know I'm having beaucoup And I'm having so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this Damn that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fucking get We came from quarter pounds and ounces, nigga, now we fucking lit You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your bitch And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fucking lit I come through bitch I pop my shit They ask how long we fly like this Bitch I'm fly just like a pigeon Designer drugs, Designer shit Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to bitch When I was 15, I had two bitches When I was 18 I touched six digits When slime was 16 he had two pistols (yeah) Now we living different Why this band feel like a penny? Man I swear I hate you niggas Feel like Satan out to get me I like Number Nine and Rick, lil bitch I don't fuck with Giuseppe It's your conglomerate, you know that we all wealthy Dior on my pants and on my shoes And I'm smoking zaza what I do I can't fuck that bitch, cause she a swoop And my blood nigga pull up just like woo And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two When I hit that bitch I had her just like woohoo Man that's a playa bitch, you know she keep it cool No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it cool And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool When it comes to paper, bitch, you know I'm having beaucoup And I'm having so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this Damn that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fucking get We came from quarter pounds and ounces, nigga, now we fucking lit You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your bitch And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fucking lit Yeah Brand new Rick Smoke in this