Rich ass junkie, rich ass junkie I'm trappin' out the law, serving rich ass junkies In the six, getting it off, serving rich ass junkies Ridin' 'round the city serving rich ass junkies Diamonds on my neck, rich ass junkies Ha, everybody know one Wrist on

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

I know you thought I wouldn't shine like this They know I took my time with the shit Diamonds on my neck, I blind them with the wrist I grind like this So I can shine like this Them diamonds on my wrist Damn, it feels good from way up here Damn, it feels

But y'all already said that Diamonds on my neck Diamonds on my wrist Bitches on my dick Choppers in the trunk Models in the front Bottles in the club But I don't give a fuck Cause sometimes I feel like it's so hard

I just spent a cool half a ticket on my jewelry Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry Never too much, never too much, so much I just cashed out on my neck, that's a house Head out, fuck a spouse, we pop off, we ain't hearin' it So much ice,

I got bands in the coupe (Coupe) Bustin' out the roof All I really wanna see is the (Money) I don't really need the D, I need the (Money) Touch me, I'll shoot (Bow) I was born to flex (Yes) Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex

I got too many hoes I can't fuck 'em all Don't know how to play but I ball Stacking that money up make it tall Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost Mama ain't made no hoe, she made a boss My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off Rocking designer

You know how froze that is Look at my neck, damn Look at my fist oh yeah I'm a rockstar smash my guitar Diamonds on my fist and on my arms Meek and I don't dress the same, relate in Goyard Frostbite on my pinky ring watch me flex on y'all I get it now,