Diamonds & Designer

[Intro]
(IMixNation for real)
([?])
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Designers and diamonds, my bitch out the foulest
I went to the jeweler and I changed the climate
Came out the mud like a diamond in rough
You get shot up just for thinkin' you tough
Niggas want beef, what we beefin' for, what?
Is it 'bout a ho? Hope it ain't 'bout no slut
Either way, nigga, let's run and step up
This shit come with money, so I don't give no fuck ([?])
Shout-out my plug, he turned me up
Shout-out my ex, she ate me up
I came from the era where we run it up
Send it, Fed-Ex, send it through [?]
Upgraded from the lean and the pills
Graduated, found the plug on the field
Free my nigga, he need him and the pill
I send no green dots 'cause I'm keepin' it trill
Feelin' hood rich when I'm out in the hills
Don't sip no more but I still drip and spill
Text my Mama, say that we worth a mill'
Got my Mama thinkin' I signed a deal
I'm from the Four, bitch, I'm givin' up hope
Come to my city, I supply all the dope
That pack come in [?], got that shit off the boat
Don't eat chicken any more 'cause I am a G.O.A.T

[Chorus]
Dope boy, half a million dollars on me right now, in the hood rockin' feli
I'ma get that money, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it
I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it like knee-high
All blue hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundred
Nigga hatin', now see why
Neck like cooler, nigga don't do it, real shooters got guns like T.I., hey

[Verse 2]
I'm gettin' money, ain't no time to play
Sunny drop down, drop that K to his face
Pull up in Benzes, pull off in a Wraith
Like a bulldozer, don't get in my way
Shooters, got a couple choppers with a Ruger
Put a hundred grand on your madula
Spend the whole million with the jeweler
These niggas think they cold, but I'm cooler (CEO, motherfucker)
Stop with the flex, boy, your diamonds ain't wet
I got this off hustle, ain't seen no rap check
Ain't chasin' no bitches, I'm chasin' a check
My ho think I'm cheatin', ain't got time for sex
I hopped on a jet, had to squeeze in some head
When I touch down, I'ma count me some bread
Count the backend and take one to the head
Walk on the stage, give it all that can

[Chorus]
Real dope boy, half a million dollars on me right now, in the hood rockin' feli
I'ma get that money, I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it
I'ma stack it, I'ma stack it like knee-high
All blue hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundred
Nigga hatin', now see why
Neck like cooler, nigga don't do it, real shooters got guns like T.I., hey ([?])

[Outro]
(Like a bulldozer, don't get in my way)
(Feelin' hood rich when I'm out in the hills)
(Don't sip no more but I still drip and spill)
(Got my Mama thinkin' I signed the deal)
(Don't eat chicken no more 'cause I am a G.O.A.T.)