Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, yeah (Fuck what you , fuck, fuck, fuck)
Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (Huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (Ha)
No, huh, I can't fuck with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (Woo), no (No), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me
Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them?
Why you talk 'bout me? Why the fuck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you need me
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, it's what I needed
Geeked up every day, I just repeat it
Know you don't mind me, yeah, you just like me
You like money (Yeah), you just like me
Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, yeah (Fuck what you , fuck, fuck, fuck)
Yeah, fuck what you heard of me, ha (Huh)
I know that you heard of me, yeah (Ha)
No, huh, I can't fuck with you (Woo-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
No, huh, I can't rock with you
No (Woo), no (No), I can't talk to you
Diamonds on my body, when I walk through the city, lights on me
Yeah (Woo), huh (No), geeked up like a God
Huh, geeked up like I'm talkin' to ya, bounce up off the wall
Bands on the call (Woo), Benz on the car (Woo-ooh-ooh)
Wanna see you fall, yeah, I'm coming for your heart
Even though it's the night, I can see in the dark (Woo-ooh-ooh)
You like all these lights, you say diamonds an art
Yeah, why you talk 'bout them?
Why you talk 'bout me? Why the fuck you speak?
Why you talk to me? Why you back? Because you miss that?
Every time I talk, make it happen, you know I mean that
Maybe I'm just too real for all this shit, you know I bleed that
This got them scratchin' they heads like I keyed it
Yeah, that money, power, respect, guess what? I need it
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