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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Doja Cat
Doja Cat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Amala Zandile Dlamini
Songwriter
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Henri Velasco
Henri Velasco
Songwriter
Christian McCurdy
Christian McCurdy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rian Lewis
Rian Lewis
Mixing Engineer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer
Neil Engle
Neil Engle
Assistant Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Hoops
Hoops
Producer

Lyrics

Oh, you found a pocket? Oh, I've got a locket And if I could just show you this docket Then, we could go We could get a profit AP, AP, AP (CashMoneyAP) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo) You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo) Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo) She want diamonds just like this All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo) All my diamonds look like piss All your boys, look like the Backstreets I just hit The Row, look like Mary-Kate and Ashley He don't like no bats, but he bussin' on my back piece Muscle in my clique, nigga, you ain't pushing past me (yeah, yeah) All I see is long lines, money love me long time All we got is face cards, you could put that on mine 'Fit look like shit, nigga, wouldn't put that online Bit how I dress, but you never got that co-sign All my diamonds look like piss (all my) You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo) Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo) She want diamonds just like this All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo) All my diamonds look like piss Yeah, you can't see me (yeah) Even through the management (management) You can't be me (be me) You won't reap the benefits (benefits) Body mannequin (yeah, ay) You know nothin' 'bout fashion, bitch (fashion, bitch) These shenanigans Front row next to Janet, sittin' cute Get the knee-high, get the boot You ain't me and I ain't you Gotta pee, I'm off the Goose (yeah) Gettin' cheese is all I do (yeah) All these females ride caboose Look like pee all on my jewels I'ma teach 'em all the rules Monkey see so monkey do All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo) You want that, so I want this (yeah, yo) Call the paps and get a pic, I keep passin' on your bitch (yeah, yo) She want diamonds just like this All my diamonds look like piss (yeah, yo) All my diamonds look like piss Don't nothing come to sleep on your dream So, as much as you sleep, and you get depressed, and you stand around, and Just mope around about that shit Cut that shit out, go after your dreams, you got this rap shit You got this acting shit, you got all this shit in the bag, man I believe in you, so, call me back, peace
Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Amala Zandile Dlamini, Henri Velasco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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