[ Featuring Ty Dolla $ign ]
Mm-hmm
Hmm, hmm, mm-hmm
I been seein' her buss her lil' moves on the 'Gram, ya feel me?
Turn me on
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Hop inside that foreign car it's tinted up and bulletproof
Louis V mink coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't know shit 'bout no murders
Might go plain Jane with my diamond chains, them mirror cuts gon' hurt them
Hoes do anythin' for rich niggas gang especially when you servin'
Hoes do more drugs than these niggas, she pop Percocet like my shooter
She snort cocaine when that dope drank she be singin' and start twerkin'
She snort K and she don't do molly, no amphetamine just ketamine
No ice at all, that basketball and them ratchet drawers she workin'
I put switches on my automatics, I can't let you have it I bust down the Patek Philippe
Regular Rollies don't matter to me, it's a pole in the car for my Audemar P
Send me a bitch I get back on my feet we had started as steppers I wanted the streets
Now I'm ridin' V12 if I ever see 12 I go zero to sixty, I take it from three
I be revvin' the engine she nut on my seats
The way that she hit it too sexy for me
Got Coi Leray diamonds all over teeth
Came from servin' the rocks now I'm rockin' the beat
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Hop inside that foreign car it's tinted up and bulletproof
Louis V mink coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't know shit 'bout no murders
Coi Leray diamonds, my Rollie good timin'
Pinky ring twerkin', my earrings jerkin'
My bitch pussy wet I be swag surfin'
Braces wet like I hopped out the bath with it
At least got two hundred on dash
Don't bring her 'round me you don't want me to smash
Keep me a piece in my lap and a grip in the stash
Take me a sip of that Wock' and a drag
Bitch don't ask me to pass you my weed hoe
Thought I don't give no f*ck bout no bitch just like D-Lo
Ayy, ayy, we was screamin', "Free Greedo," now he home
I was in the bucket now I'm lamb choppin' my truck a lot
Smokin' on my opp pack, they ain't gotta suffer now
We was just f*ckin' at first, I hit her raw I think I love her now
Ayy, ayy, yeah-yeah, ayy
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Coi Leray my diamonds, how they dancin' hit that shit for me
Hop inside that foreign car it's tinted up and bulletproof
Louis V mink coat cost me two birds, designed by Virgil
Put on diamond rings with Pierre Moss, might put some ice on every tooth
Was somewhere in that studio, don't know shit 'bout no murders
