Diamonds lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
03
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ooh
Ooh
(Beat Boy taught me)

[Chorus]
I can't wait to put them diamonds on my fist
I can't wait to hit the islands with my b*tch
I can't wait to get designer on my kicks
I been shining, now she grinding on my di*k
All these top notch hoes need project di*k
Project di*k keep them hoes sick
Her neck, her back, my neck, my wrist
No more Nike on my kicks, might check my b*tch

[Verse 1]
White girl from the 'migos that know Katy Perry
Kicked your b*tch, kidnap in traffic, no, no Halle Berry
All this dribble got me crossin' over, never carry
Travel with no luggage, when you got a bag, you hurry
Gettin' dressed inside the mall, came in shorts and all
I feel like I'm Lil Flip, this is the way we ball
Gettin' high in high-end, knock out like I'm Tyson
Concrete jungle, wild thoughts, we Rihanna, Bryson
Street n*gga with a license, keep it legal when I'm drivin'
Too illegal when inside it, baby, it's a gangster party
pus*y n*ggas not invited, you ain't never catch a body
Homie ain't about a homi', he still livin' off his mommy
Real n*gga, baby, I'm a real n*gga
You should f*ck a n*gga who been workin' on a mil' ticket
I remember meal missing, now I'm on a bill mission
Natural ass like kill semi, baby, you should deal with me
[Chorus]
I can't wait to put them diamonds on my fist
I can't wait to hit the islands with my b*tch
I can't wait to get designer on my kicks
I been shining, now she grinding on my di*k
All these top notch hoes need project di*k
Project di*k keep them hoes sick
Her neck, her back, my neck, my wrist
No more Nike on my kicks, might check my b*tch

[Verse 2]
I can't wait to stand on n*ggas who ain't f*ck with n*ggas
I can't wait to f*ck these b*tches who ain't f*ck with n*ggas
I can't wait to get that Wraith, Audi R8
Only Bimmer I would skate is that i8
Bentley truck, Masi' truck, floatin' in a Tesla
Better have a bank just to get to know me better
Balenciaga bunions, b*tch, I'm in a Kenzo sweater
I put Gucci on my glasses, now I'm lookin' better
Ho, touch your tiptoe, insert your info
Might beat it up to the same instrumental
b*tch, what it hit for?
I like them girls with them tattoos and dimples
Not in your face, I'm talkin' 'bout your ass
Blowin' on me like a sax, talkin' all that jazz
Gotta be an SUV if I'ma ride a Jag
Million live, Rodeo Drive, poppin' all the tags
[Chorus]
I can't wait to put them diamonds on my fist
I can't wait to hit the islands with my b*tch
I can't wait to get designer on my kicks
I been shining, now she grinding on my di*k
All these top notch hoes need project di*k
Project di*k keep them hoes sick
Her neck, her back, my neck, my wrist
No more Nike on my kicks, might check my b*tch