​​sudden death** lyrics

by

RIVEN


[Chorus]
I-I-I need some diamonds my neck, I look at my wrist, I need a Patek
Gettin' rich, I count up some checks, the ho tryna f*ck, I tell this ho, ''Bet''
And that boy he think he a threat, but he can get smoked like a cigarette
I treat that ho like a pest, I'm treatin' that b*tch like she my pet
I-I-I'm walkin' to Neimans, and I get to schemin'
b*tch, I hit the gas, then I get to dreamin'

[Verse 1]
At the trap, they feenin', had to fight my demons
Yeah, I had my back against the wall, b*tch, I mean it
All of my diamonds they wet as a tank
I'm sippin' the drank, I can't think
I got some monеy all over the place, I'm countin' it by my own pacе
All of my money is dirty, but, n*gga, I'm stayin' clean like, I'm some paint
I gotta double my racks, if you give me four, I turn it to eight (Oh)
Yeah, ah, uh, yeah
Do this for my partners, they be smokin' gas
I'm with yo' b*tch, yeah, we in a sauna, yeah
Balenci' or the money, ayy, f*ck it, I put on my Prada

[Interlude]
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Ah, ayy
[Verse 2]
Walkin' in, I'm at the bank
Deposite it, I'm a young hustler, yeah, a young n*gga profitin'
They look at me in the face, and they like ''Okay, we know who the profit is''
I'ma go count up my racks, I don't give a f*ck, you n*ggas not stoppin' this

[Chorus]
I-I-I need some diamonds my neck, I look at my wrist, I need a Patek
Gettin' rich, I count up some checks, the ho tryna f*ck, I tell this ho, ''Bet''
And that boy he think he a threat, but he can get smoked like a cigarette
I treat that ho like a pest, I'm treatin' that b*tch like she my pet
I-I-I'm walkin' to Neimans, and I get to schemin'
b*tch, I hit the gas, then I get to dreamin'

[Outro]
I'm walkin' to Neimans, and I get to schemin'
b*tch, I hit the gas, then I get to dreamin'
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