Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Mal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamal Braud
Songwriter
Lyrics
(This what it do)
Whoa, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Mm-hmm (Yeah, mm-hmm)
Yeah (Huh)
Yeah (Whoa)
Yeah (Whoa)
Diamonds, they jump out the gym (They jump)
**** went broke, I don't wanna be 'em (Don't wanna be 'em)
She suck this dick
Big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims (Skrrt, skrrt)
Triple S Balenciaga ****, not Timbs
These haters gon' hate but I swear I don't see 'em
I'm geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear
Boy, I swear I can't hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I'm close to the moon
I keep goin' up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds
The stick shoot a hunnid, it sweep like a broom (Brra)
I done blew up, boom (Boom)
Bitch, I got crack and it's droppin' soon
So many hunnids, they fill up the room (Racks)
Huh, talk to my brother in feds
He stayin' in tune
He say he proud I got rich off these tunes
'Cause back in the day we was breakin' them rules (On God)
I know these **** gon' hate so I stay with that tool (Fuck it)
They prayin' I fall off
Fool
They know I'm goin' all out
'Bout the gang, the crew
All these hunnids on me
Watch this shit get thumbed through (Racks)
When that money get low, where you run to?
I go to work when I want to
Diamonds they hit, yeah, one-two
I got on one, two, three, four chains
In this bitch goin' crazy
Whoa (Whoa)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Mm-hmm (Yeah, mm-hmm)
Yeah (Huh)
Yeah (Whoa)
Yeah (Whoa)
Diamonds, they jump out the gym (They jump)
**** went broke, I don't wanna be 'em (Don't wanna be 'em)
She suck this dick
Big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims (Skrrt, skrrt)
Triple S Balenciaga ****, not Timbs
These haters gon' hate but I swear I don't see 'em
I'm geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear
Boy, I swear I can't hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I'm close to the moon
I keep goin' up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds
I got on all these jewels
I spend a rack a month for all my shoes (Racks)
My diamonds go crazy, they Looney Tunes
Real Fiji water, jumped out the pool (Splash, ooh)
Young **** with me, you know they gon' shoot
Got stripes in the hood, salute (Salute)
With the same gang, we don't recruit (Hell nah)
These ****, they lame, can't get in the loop
When I ride in that coupe, it just me and Young Sue
I be huggin' that sack, that my boo (The bag)
And I love makin' love to that loot (Muwah)
All of these racks get blew (Racks)
I bet I make it back in a few (Uh-huh)
Lil' **** can't do what I do (Nope)
You'd be better just stayin' in school
Go to the show, act a fool
Whoa
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Uh-huh)
Mm-hmm (Whoa)
Yeah (Whoa)
Yeah (Whoa)
Yeah (Ha-ha)
Diamonds, they jump out the gym (They jump)
**** went broke, I don't wanna be 'em (Don't wanna be 'em)
She suck this dick
Big lips, Lil' Kim
Old school parked outside, big rims (Skrrt, skrrt)
Triple S Balenciaga ****, not Timbs
Haters gon' hate but I swear I don't see 'em (Don't see 'em)
I'm geeked on them Percocet pills
Put them racks to my ear
Boy, I swear I can't hear 'em
New Benz pass by like yoom
Get so high, think I'm close to the moon
I keep goin' up, balloon
I been through the war, you can see all these wounds
(All these wounds)
(These wounds, these wounds, these wounds, these wounds)
Written by: Jamal Braud


