"Singing" lyrics
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
I be five for a show or I ain't poppin' out
So much water on my neck I coulda bought a house
I'm workin' on my cardio, I'm tryna run it up
Smell like loud pack, momma told me that I smoke too much
They changed on me every since I put these chains on me
You let this shit get to your head, you a lame homie
Money counter goin' off, plus my jack ringing
I heard pressure bust pipes, shit, that's all I'm bringing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
SRT'S, switching lanes, [?]
What I got up in this vault, it'll drive you hoes scary
Bust down, Cartier, I think it's time to go batech
Nigga bust that [?] down, I ain't tryna [?]
Bad P bitch, know it drive you hoes crazy
Bitch I'm [?], pockets full, look at all these blue faces
My nigga feel like Floyd, way he beatin' up them cases
And that [?] I be skatin', tell them hoes stop flakin'
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
I be five for a show or I ain't poppin' out
So much water on my neck I coulda bought a house
I'm workin' on my cardio, I'm tryna run it up
Smell like loud pack, momma told me that I smoke too much
They changed on me every since I put these chains on me
You let this shit get to your head, you a lame homie
Money counter goin' off, plus my jack ringing
I heard pressure bust pipes, shit, that's all I'm bringing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
SRT'S, switching lanes, [?]
What I got up in this vault, it'll drive you hoes scary
Bust down, Cartier, I think it's time to go batech
Nigga bust that [?] down, I ain't tryna [?]
Bad P bitch, know it drive you hoes crazy
Bitch I'm [?], pockets full, look at all these blue faces
My nigga feel like Floyd, way he beatin' up them cases
And that [?] I be skatin', tell them hoes stop flakin'
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
Diamonds in my chain, these bitches blinging
Glock and a tote, it a get to singing
