Marilyn Manson lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug]
White diamonds on me, call me Marilyn Manson (Woo)
And them b*tches dancin' like they Michael Jackson (Hee—)
How the hell my diamonds go Rainbow, no Mint? (How? How? How?)
Only thing the b*tch gon' get is wood pallets (Yeah, yeah)
Copped out on the cops, I had to loot it, I had woolie (Yeah, yeah)
I was duckin' 12, I was in the coupie with the ruley (Yeah, yeah)
I had them ménage b*tches with me, sayin' they coolie (Yeah, yeah)
Copped the coupe from Trinidad and, poof, poof, poof, the roofy (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I had the b*tch in Giuseppе's and I had to tell her that she wеren't a groupie (Yeah)
I had to stop for some celery, I bought a Letterman jacket for a hoochie
Left pocket, I had on salary and the right pocket, I had on blue cheese (Yeah)
Money don't come before this relish, but it could come for the ho and her coochie
Money don't come before the drill but it could come right before everything else (What?)
Stature up my b*tch, yeah, n*gga, she gettin' you dealt with (Woah)
Throw these rocks, foot on a ho
How the hell I'm savage? (Hee—)
I put Chanel pearls on then [?] like a [?]

[Chorus: Young Thug]
White diamonds on me, call me Marilyn Manson (Woo)
And them b*tches dancin' like they Michael Jackson (Hee—)
How the hell my diamonds go Rainbow, no Mint? (How? How? How?)
Only thing the b*tch gon' get is wood pallets (Yeah, yeah)
Copped out on the cops, I had to loot it, I had woolie (Yeah, yeah)
I was duckin' 12, I was in the coupie with the ruley (Yeah, yeah)
I had them menage b*tches with me, sayin' they coolie (Yeah, yeah)
Copped the coupe from Trinidad and, poof, poof, poof, the roofy (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Chief Keef]
Know what's holdin' these skinnies
We just got a Draco mini
This a 'Cat, b*tch, it ain't no hemi
You know I keep the bankroll with me
You know these b*tches be choosin'
I forgot to get the head, I was snoozin'
Gettin' to the bread, what I was doin'
Tell 'em, "Move the four door up and let the coupe in"
Diamonds hittin' like a— (Boom)
Punch like a blizzard (Woo)
b*tch, I'm that n*gga (So', baby)
It don't get no bigger (It don't)
Cost a limb, totin' fligger
I pull up in a Porsche (Yuerr)
She suck at the door
You know that lil' whore (You don't)

[Verse 3: Young Thug]
I ain't got a coat, no kiddin'
My bae got no coat, no kiddin' (Haha)
I'd rather spit on a lil' bitty b*tch, before I ever have to swallow my spit
Tryna have sex, she don't know a lil' magic but she sure gon' swallow my kids
Chewed up, boop, doot, coupe the roof and she was gon' turn that b*tch to a stick (Rah, rah)
I got baguettes on my wrist
I got baguettes on my neck and my fist
I buy baguettes for my old b*tch and I put some baguettes on some new sh*t
Christian Dior Sauvage, you know
But none of my diamonds no gold links
Bad sh*t look like Elsa in the cold
Is she menaging me? No, sh*t (Yeah)
[Chorus: Young Thug]
White diamonds on me, call me Marilyn Manson (Woo)
And them b*tches dancin' like they Michael Jackson (Hee—)
How the hell my diamonds go Rainbow, no Mint? (How? How? How?)
Only thing the b*tch gon' get is wood pallets (Yeah, yeah)
Copped out on the cops, I had to loot it, I had woolie (Yeah, yeah)
I was duckin' 12, I was in the coupie with the ruley (Yeah, yeah)
I had them menage b*tches with me, sayin' they coolie (Yeah, yeah)
Copped the coupe from Trinidad and, poof, poof, poof, the roofy (Yeah, yeah)