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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Quavo
Vocals
Tay Keith
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Brytavious Lakeith Chambers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quavo
Recording Engineer
Tay Keith
Producer
Princston "Perfect Harmany" Terry
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Thomas “Tillie” Mann
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Tay Keith, fuck these **** up)
[Verse 2]
Two more drinks, bet she go in, for sure (Two!)
Low-key dates, uh
Nobody knows
Get your rake 'cause it's money on the floor
Get your gang 'cause they hating on the low
[Verse 3]
We can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
She can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
(Quavo Huncho)
[Verse 4]
Big guap, big guap
Streets on lock (Lock it up)
They gon' flock non-stop
I told her, "Pop"
Soda pop (Twerk)
Forget the cops, that's how we rock
This a Glock, you silly opps
I got the drop on your pops (On your daddy)
Drip-drop, get a mop
Flood the clock, ice box
It still leaks like Nene
Let that take some time to heal, achilles
I put the bitch inside the teepee
She say her hair was indie, you get me?
[Verse 5]
We can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
She can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
(Hey, let's go)
[Verse 6]
Watch her shine-shine then
Like a VVS
She go all kinda ways
Just to get the check
She gon' do you down bad
Hit you with finesse
Why you do that there?
Why she do that boy like that?
Just remember everythin' she do, high-end
She can pull out her strings like a violin
Get the front-end
Break off her back-end
There she go again
Think I seen her twin
Diamond, let her shine, yeah
Let her drive the Lambo that is mine, yeah
Let's stop at Rodeo, I design, yeah
Make her whip over the stove
No lasagna!
It's a vibe, it's a vibe
You might think they hoes
Not in my eyes
This money on the floor fell from the sky
I don't have a reason to go tell lies
[Verse 7]
Two more drinks, bet she go in, for sure (Two!)
Low-key dates, uh
Nobody knows
Get your rake 'cause it's money on the floor
Get your gang 'cause they hating on the low
[Verse 8]
We can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
She can make diamonds shine
On the darkest nights
(Quavo Huncho)
Written by: Brytavious Lakeith, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Quavious Marshall