CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Rothschild Family
Diamonds ice on me, lean b*t*h under palm trees
Molly talk, I got her horny
Plot it out, I played it calmly
Direct the play just like I'm Spike Lee
Coco diamonds like I'm Ice T
Imma win, that's more than likely
My jewelry glow, it hit like lighting
JAY Z, Memphis Bleek
I'm on the freeway counting sheep
You lost your flow now you offbeat
I might pull up in a 4 door Jeep
I thank God for that coco leaf
Told him it's runtz, but it's really OG
But it's all good cause I serve with the heat
I'm in DC with my n***a Lu P
Push start whip, I don't need no key
I might just pour a four in a peach
I hit the plows on my motherf**kin feet
I hate talking on the phone like the n***a Big Meech
This sh*t get deep in these motherf**king streets
Me and Wo swap Glocks every time we meet
In the hood eye to eye with the fiends
I want double the price for them beans
I need a quarter mil' for this game
I put the Vs under the rain
If it ain't Gs b*t*h it is strange
They know how I'm coming
I put this sh*t on, tell them b*t*hes get on yo knees
Get sh*t on, frostbite wrist on
I went platinum in these streets, I ain't tryna get on
Mmm, where the motherf**kin chickens?
I ain't have a choice, I had to motherf**kin get it
Mmm, b*t*h you is a smart dial
I'm tryna have it forever like a Rothschild
Mmm, you n***as b*t*hes
Too much emotion in the bidness
Molly talk, I got her horny
Plot it out, I played it calmly
Direct the play just like I'm Spike Lee
Coco diamonds like I'm Ice T
Imma win, that's more than likely
My jewelry glow, it hit like lighting
JAY Z, Memphis Bleek
I'm on the freeway counting sheep
You lost your flow now you offbeat
I might pull up in a 4 door Jeep
I thank God for that coco leaf
Told him it's runtz, but it's really OG
But it's all good cause I serve with the heat
I'm in DC with my n***a Lu P
Push start whip, I don't need no key
I might just pour a four in a peach
I hit the plows on my motherf**kin feet
I hate talking on the phone like the n***a Big Meech
This sh*t get deep in these motherf**king streets
Me and Wo swap Glocks every time we meet
In the hood eye to eye with the fiends
I want double the price for them beans
I need a quarter mil' for this game
I put the Vs under the rain
If it ain't Gs b*t*h it is strange
They know how I'm coming
I put this sh*t on, tell them b*t*hes get on yo knees
Get sh*t on, frostbite wrist on
I went platinum in these streets, I ain't tryna get on
Mmm, where the motherf**kin chickens?
I ain't have a choice, I had to motherf**kin get it
Mmm, b*t*h you is a smart dial
I'm tryna have it forever like a Rothschild
Mmm, you n***as b*t*hes
Too much emotion in the bidness
