R2rcam - Confetti 3 Lyrics

Okay
She see diamonds on my body, now she think I'm famous
Already told you that I'm really painless
Now they see me goin' up, and I know they hate it
Boy you broke, and your wrist is vacant, uh
Choppa on me, it'll stop the fakin', uh
I can't see through these Cartier lens, uh
What's on my body, it can probably pay rent, uh
Stop that talkin', 'cuz you know that I got money hella
Made a band, and then I spent it on some damn Margiela
I should make XXL, but I'm not a large fella
Niggas know I cannot fail, I got too much greatness in me
Baby said she want Chanel, Imma mix it the Fendi
All his diamonds fake, he rockin'
Copper, that boy rockin' pennies
Inside the coupe is tan, the outside red, it look just like spaghetti
I heard that boy want beef and he want smoke, nigga Imma dead it
The G2, Imma tote, and it's gon' blow, it look like confetti
Yuh, yuh, got this 40 on me
All that shit talkin leave his dumbass in a grave
Yuh yuh, I got diamonds on me, bitch I'm shinin I got chains on like a f*ckin' slave
Shoutout Kan, shoutout Summrs
Shoutout to the slay
He say packin' bands, we know that's cap, boy you know you ain't
I shoot like Barbosa, Imma soldier, feel like Candypaint
I put the sprite in, and mix it 'till it's Easter pink
Choppa on me blow, uh
They tryna steal my flow, uh
Boy yo' bitch a hoe, uh
I thought you should know
I drop the top, it's low, uh
I got the gang on go, uh
I'm running out of space, finna put diamonds on my toes
She see diamonds on my body, now she think I'm famous
Already told you that I'm really painless
Now they see me goin' up, and I know they hate it
Boy you broke, and your wrist is vacant, uh
Choppa on me, it'll stop the fakin', uh
I can't see through these Cartier lens, uh
What's on my body, it can probably pay rent, uh
Stop that talkin', 'cuz you know that I got money hella
Money comin' in, I feel just like a pro, yeah
I should make a pizza, I got all this dough, yeah
Remember when they treat me like a f*ckin' joke, yeah
Now they say that I'm finna be on, yeah
Ben Frank, blue cheese
Yo' hoe, blew me
I kicked her out, she choosy
That bitch was tryna use me
I bought my bae Chanae-nae 'cuz I like the way she do me
And I feel like Bob the Builder, 'cuz I'm stayin with this toolie
Baby we just vibin', let's go out to an island
Yo' ex-nigga a dummy, I'm better and he childish
Mix the f*ckin' cup until it's purple, 'till it's violet
She know when I f*ck I get aggressive, I get violent
Nigga Imma find you, you a pussy and you hidin'
I heard you like talkin' but the G2 leave you silent
Knocked that nigga teeth out 'cuz my style, he tryna bite it
Uh, yeah my style he tryna bite it
She see diamonds on my body, now she think I'm famous
Already told you that I'm really painless
Now they see me goin' up, and I know they hate it
Boy you broke, and your wrist is vacant, uh
Choppa on me, it'll stop the fakin', uh
I can't see through these Cartier lens, uh
What's on my body, it can probably pay rent, uh
Stop that talkin', 'cuz you know that I got money hella
She see diamonds on my body, now she think I'm famous
Already told you that I'm really painless
Now they see me goin' up, and I know they hate it
Boy you broke, and your wrist is vacant, uh
Choppa on me, it'll stop the fakin', uh
I can't see through these Cartier lens, uh
What's on my body, it can probably pay rent, uh
Stop that talkin', 'cuz you know that I got money hella