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Say you got stacks, where's your diamonds?
She's waiting at arrivals
I'm so sick with it, I got the bird flu
My whip's so big, it won't fit
Bujboy
Threw my phone away, kept clicking like a dead stick
Tryna fit these polys on these trolleys like it's Tetris
Fuck Compare the Market, I'll insure it if it's ten bricks
She thought the car was getting shot but that was just the engine
One chain on my neck, that's a RS3
Twenty thousand in the club, bitch, I'm VIP
My worker done a dash from the NYPD
I'm jugging worldwide, I'm dodging LAPD
My VISA ran out so I'm selling weed in Berlin
You got a lot of lip but your re-up's like a turnip
My whip's so sick, it make you vomit on the pavement
Spitting like a G-17 with the lasers
Same kicks, different colours, no bitch, I didn't deets it
Run up in the diamond test, I'll leave that shit beeping
I didn't drop game, she seen the Lambo on the key ring
She's naked in my penthouse, I got underground heating
Say you got stacks, where's your diamonds?
Flyer just landed, she's waiting at arrivals
I'm so sick with it, I got the bird flu
My whip's so big, it won't fit in the drive-thru
Say you got stacks, where's your diamonds?
Flyer just landed, she's waiting at arrivals
I'm so sick with it, I got the bird flu
My whip's so big, it won't fit in the drive-thru
Four hundred bits coming back from Sacramento
You didn't hear me wrong, bro, I said Sacramento
Hopping out the Rari in Hollywood like Lorenzo
You couldn't even keep up with my little bro Enzo
My worker's in Bangkok, he needs to go Cambodia
Keeping up with these time zones, I got insomnia
Sitting with the Russians, all this crypto's getting flew out
Showed my worker how to wrap the trolley then I flew out
She spiked my cup, bro, she's tryna get my wrist licked
Jokes on her 'cause I didn't even drink it
On the plane, seat 1A, I got my feet up
Six thousand for the flight and I snuck my lean on
It costs to be the boss so I'm living life my way
Route 66, I'm hitting Vegas on the highway
You won't get a dollar outta me if you don't fly straight
Put so much money on your head, I'll raise the crime rate
Say you got stacks, where's your diamonds?
Flyer just landed, she's waiting at arrivals
I'm so sick with it, I got the bird flu
My whip's so big, it won't fit in the drive-thru
Say you got stacks, where's your diamonds?
Flyer just landed, she's waiting at arrivals
I'm so sick with it, I got the bird flu
My whip's so big, it won't fit in the drive-thru
Written by: Caps