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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DaniLeigh
DaniLeigh
Vocals
Gunna
Gunna
Vocals
Yella Beezy
Yella Beezy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Few
Daniel Few
Songwriter
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Songwriter
Danielle Curiel
Danielle Curiel
Songwriter
Sergio Kitchens
Sergio Kitchens
Songwriter
Markies Conway
Markies Conway
Songwriter
David Reyes
David Reyes
Songwriter
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Ronald M. Ferebee Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daniel Few
Daniel Few
Producer
Mike Snell
Mike Snell
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, hold on Phew Yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (me) I pull up, they see the AP (yeah) I got the time in the streets, yeah (I do) Shit can get cold, ooh Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it 'n' go, yeah, that's all that I know (yeah) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah) Yeah Whippin' a Bent', chauffeur the Rolls (skrr) Ice the Patek, icy the stones Mix the baguette, with them rose (with them rose) I got a check, crush on the neck (yeah) Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck (hit like a wreck) Makin' it stretch, already flex (oh) I wanna sex, draw as a sketch (draw as a sketch) Before I dig in and she already wet (dig) A nigga play, we leave him right where we at (yeah) They pillow talking and I barely could chat She don't call me she gon' send me a text (send me a text) A nigga playin' and a nigga get whack (yeah) She from L.A. and her pussy a snatch Knock her down and put that mouth on the latch Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Hopped up out the car like a superstar Had to drop a couple bars just to prove 'em wrong (yeah, yeah) They thought I only was gon' dance, now they dance to my songs Turned 'em all Into fans, this what they waitin' for How could you hate on me? (Yeah) When I work hard seven days, all week? Some days I don't even eat or sleep Gotta hold down my family (yeah) Can't forget about my team (no) Yeah, real ones by my side (yeah) It's a cold world that's hard to find (uh) Gotta have ones who ride, yeah Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah, that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Ha, all these diamonds on me (me) And all my diamonds on freeze (freeze) Racks poppin' out my jeans (jeans) Got a cup full of Codeine (Codeine) At night sometimes I can't sleep (sleep) Young nigga runnin' on E (on E) Baby girl, be my peace (peace) From all this drama in these streets (streets) And if they run up on me (me) I'ma leave somethin' on they teeth (bah, bah) Blood rushin' down his teeth (his teeth) I told you 'bout fuckin' with me (damn) Boy, you know I'm headed to the top (the top) Hell no, boy I won't stop (stop) Hey, young nigga gettin' his guap (guap) Nigga duckin' all these cops Hey, flex game proper (proper) Pocket full of guap and so I'm loadin' these choppers (hey) A nigga talkin' down, so I throw on his blockers Hey, Yella Makaveli, spend four on this, four more on these dracos (ooh) Big dummy shackle (ooh) Young nigga puttin' his poney bubbles Nigga want play, put a hole in his waffle (yeah) Back in the day, I did so many robberies Ooh, flexin' that ain't nothin' new (new) Put 'bout 30 thousand dollars in my tooth (yeah-yeah) You can't walk a mile up in my shoes Ooh, yeah-yeah, ooh Real diamonds, real diamonds on me (yeah) Only real diamonds on me (on me) I pull up, they see the AP (bling) I got the time of the streets, yeah (yeah) Shit can get cold (cold) Stick to my vision, sail out on the road (road) Get it in go, yeah that's all that I know (all that I know) 'Bout to go in, pardon my flow (yeah, yeah) Can't lose Lil' baby tired but there's nothing I can't get through (through) Made it far in this life that I didn't choose (uh) I gotta pray, without faith you might lose (Bling)
Writer(s): David Mario Reyes, Danielle Curiel, Sergio Giavanni Kitchens, Deandre Conway, Michael Snell, Daniel Few Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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