Letra

Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking 'round the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy Mistress, mistress, tell me who my mistress is Who the f- is the creator of the drip and sh-? Got all these b- on my d- and yeah, they milkin' sh- Niggas ain't doubled, doubled down 'cause we drippin' sh- Just a diamond in the rough I got a bag, I'm not gon' tussle Got sick and tired of showing my muscle I'm 'bout to take these n- I'm making sure they missing Um, listen, I was littin' She shut up and catch a drip-drip I got implants, not no fillings Gucci, Louis shoes, and Fendi Made a million, I was straight up off a - Ha, ha (woo, woo) Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me, looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking around the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy Abracadabra (woo) When the rock disappear in my Shasta (yeah) Way I poof to the crib down from NASA (yeah) She pull up, drink all my red, think she Dracula Benz Mexican, make it faster (skrrt) Way I drive the body, I can't crash her Way we left the room was a disaster (skrrt) She like her body plastic, her walls plastered Come like money, cover her all in the proceeds Got a Patek that say, "B," this sh- cost millies In a second, man decided turn to billi' Can't split this fifty-fifty with you, b-, you silly (let's go) I ain't gon' front, I been back at it I ain't tryna (phew, phew, phew), don't need no ins Please lock it down with speeds, rollin' with the clique Me, I make the magic with the brown one with the hips, yeah Abracadabra Diamonds blinging, you can't see me like I'm Casper (yeah) Take these b- to Four Seasons and then we wrestle (woah, yeah) Every motherf- season, I get better (woah, yeah) (woah, yeah) Need a ladder 'cause my money in the nose bleed (yeah) All this gold on me looking like a trophy (yeah) You from opp business, you don't know me (yeah) Your b- riding my d- like she owe me (yeah, yeah) First l- I ever hit was for a Rollie I put his Nikes on my kids like a goalie She seen the drip and then let me hit like Ginóbili And I been looking around the city since a shawty (woo) Ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy (We got London on the track) Yeah (woo) (Metro) ha, ha (woo, woo) Ha, ayy
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Jeffrey Williams, Leland Tyler Wayne, London Tyler Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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