text: All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing round this bitch
  Im Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist 
  Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
  Ive been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told em, Im so slimy, Im so shady, I admit it, yeah
  Slatt like to shoot, slatt like to murk
  Twenty-one gun salute , drilling, putting in work 
  Cut his tonsils out , I said itd hurt 
  Keep a new four-four, yeah, let it burst
  Pockets Honey Kettlе, keep on pedal
  Get my own cheddar, all my dogs bеtter
  Honeycomb bezel, we make opps jitter
  Maison Margielas, cases get settled
  Here, clean the cookie off, family, Travis, the Scotts 
  Servin the bags, Im cookin the stove
  Came in the spot and we servin with soap
  I was just spazzing, finding the flow
  Im with some Crips, down with some Locs
  Hand in the pot, Im with some Bloods
  How many slatts? Leave it to us 
  Yeah, countin racks, smokin on pot
  Yeah, I upgraded my thot
  Yeah, I upgraded my spots
  Yeah, thots chickened out
  Woo, yeah, the spots upgraded, now them bitches chickened out
  Hey, thirty-five burnt hundreds on my pocket watch
  All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing round this bitch
  Im Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
  Put Giuseppes on my kids, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, pop, pop, then dip
  Ive been in the trenches, the trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told em, Im so slimy, Im so shady, I admit it, yeah
  Only designer tees 
  I heard they plottin on me 
  These niggas thought it was sweet 
  We had to put em to sleep 
  Counted two million this week 
  Couldnt take my time with the freak 
  She asked for that big Birkin B 
  Your bitch, she been tellin the tea 
  A YSL member 
  Rocking SL denim 
  Put a few shells in em 
  Just a young player nigga 
  She wanna suck this pickle, yeah
  Might spend a couple nickels, yeah
  Theyll never try a nigga 
  Shoot it up, Brian Nichols
  New Ghost, Patrick Swayze, shady baby, loco, crazy 
  Southside, but not JD, pull up, AMG Mercedes 
  CC on my lady , thats Celine, thats not Chane-ne 
  Big dog with no rabies, wake up, everyday a payday 
  In your city, lookin for a move incognito
  Jeffrey with me, now we gotta run it back, Turbo
  She thinkin villa, I was thinkin two weeks on a boat 
  Got bunnies with ya, my dogs are jackalopes, hop on, lets go 
  Feelin like Hugh Hefner , my hoes came together 
  Not a Gina , this Martin y Coretta 
  At the crib, Coachella , Cactis in the cellar 
  Creep out like cartelers, Cactus Slatt forever 
  Yeah, diamonds King Kong, how they beatin on my chest 
  Uh, the link so long, this shit bout to touch my dick 
  Up to summer strong, and we got another stretch 
  November come, wont you pop out at the fest? 
  Feel it on my body, its a movie, ayy, ayy 
  It was just one night, it felt like a sci-fi 
  We dodgin the sun, only way we come alive 
  Weve been on the run
  How you do that? How you do that? Yeah 
  All these diamonds in my chains got me dancing round this bitch
  Uh, Martin Luther King, black diamonds on my wrist
  Put Giuseppes on my kid, put Chanel Coco on my bitch
  Put that four-four on the switch, then you cock, cock, pop, then dip
  Ive been in the trenches, this trap, to be specific
  I fell in love with my bitches, then sold em for some riches
  This money be my missus, drive me crazy, I need Ritalin
  I told em, Im so slimy, Im so shady, I admit it, yeah