[Intro]

We got London On Da Track



[Chorus]

Everyone know I've been killed before

I've been bent like a centerfold

I crap with my money, no

Drop the top get a breeze, ohh

Got four million in jewelry, ohh

Let that money fly to the ceiling, woah

Did you pay someone's tuition, no (woah)

Do you own a store, no (woah)



[Verse 1]

Yeah, f*ck all this bullsh*t (SLATT)

Diamonds for all us kings, yeah

Got my money went Ludacris (let's go)

Give some racks to a hood bitch

Give some racks to a pulpit

Look at the grain, it's wood bitch

On the floor, it's a wool bitch

She suck dick like a whole tick (come on)

Diamonds on me they cold as sh*t

I thank God that I went legit (and what)

When we see 'em, you know we blitz (and what)

I can bet up, you know I'm rich (leggo)

Shut the f*ck up nigga bet up, you say you rich

Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock

Different color diamonds, I'm a peacock

Spot full of birdies with no treetop

You know you my son, you can be that

I bought the boat, the jetskis

Got a FN and a stick, don't test me

I stacked them hunnids up to God's knees

Ain't going broke until 2070