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Fresh off the plane Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain Diamond everything We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name To the top, but where we came from is way different Been a boss and gon' remain Know the cost, I can't complain I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever The more time I take, the better I get The more chains I cop, the wetter she get All bullshit aside but never forget Heard boss shit before but never like this Blowing O's in my whip Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to But they don't even trip Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out Might buy every one so they don't exist Rollie on the wrist Competition try and miss Diamonds on my fist Gotta rock the coldest 'fits Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus Mixing my new shit with my old shit White diamonds on gold We fell in love with how the money fold Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told Letras de cancionesTake it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old That mean my money mature Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires Skip the awards, we already there Just keep the chronic smoke in the air Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain My niggas come from hunger pains Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks Live a life that's as real as you think It take a lot to keep a crew alive Really socialize Beef shit, we don't vocalize Keep it in overdrive Come through and catch a vibe Bitches is over fine G's up, stay cheesed up, smoke it then re-up It takes a lot to keep a crew alive From counting twenties and fives To private jets when we flying They can't believe us It take a lot to keep a crew alive So we keep the bottles on ice Staying down, still cursin' to Jesus (What?) So if I tell you something, I meant it, man I'm not just doing this shit for my motherfucking health I ain't got time to waste You know that old ass saying, "Time is money?" Well I got a whole lot of money And I don't got a whole lot of time So don't mind me if I change that up Let me sit Paper been sitting up, just collecting dust Though my Bentley clean as fuck, super sharp Your bitch got cut, you mad but You need to analyze the game that you laid Had hella cracks in the frame, foundation was weak She peeped early you was a lame And proceeded to deplete your change Smoking weed with my gang Track suit tailored to feature my watch and bracelet My reputation speak for me, I don't really say shit Killer whales tip the scale, major sales They praying that we fail though the real prevail The illest niggas Them haters really just wishing they could kick it with us I swear that's why they so mad Chevrolets candy painted, laid on the Ave Hitting switches, drag the ass, sparking like a lighter Million dollar rap writer, full time low-rider A New Orleans East Sider All my weed designer, all my hoes'll open fire Yeah From Letras Mania