Lyrics: Jacob Canady/Javarri Walker/Tokyo Kintae Major Jr.
Music: Jacob Canady/Javarri Walker/Tokyo Kintae Major Jr.
Money is the root of all evil
These diamonds on my neck will make a bad b***h leave ya
I'm clutchin all in school, with my tool **** a teacher
You niggas getting weaker, y'all hating from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek
Baby come and give me neck
My niggas aiming at your neck
So ain't no need to wear a vest
All my shooters know it's death
So you can't hear us when we step
And we ridin' with a teck make a nigga call the ref
Uh, I done threw the doors up
This b***h feel like a jet
Got some b*****s out in Laudy tryna **** me for the jwet
That nigga tweetin' then he dead
Give a **** about what he said
Grab a sprite up out the store and I'm turn that candy red
Uh, hello nice to meet ya, these bullets want to greet ya
Got keys like Alicia
Got lean by the liter
She ain't let you **** 'cause I guess we two different people
I be smoking opps, I don't know nothing about no reefer
Uh, When we spin they block had to throw away the chop
Can do magic with the dope, turn sand into rock
Fell in love with her throat, I just like it when she slobs
You would think a nigga fishing how I hop out with that rod
Money is the root of all evil
These diamonds on my neck will make a bad b***h leave ya
I'm clutchin all in school, with my tool **** a teacher
You niggas getting weaker, y'all hating from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek
Baby come and give me neck
My niggas aiming at your neck
So ain't no need to wear a vest
All my shooters know it's death
So you can't hear us when we step
And we ridin' with a teck make a nigga call the ref
Mmm say make the nigga call the ref
Miss my nigga wolf probably went different if I was there
I been active in these streets, ain't been on instagram
They don't know the shit I seen, no they was never there
I don't want to take no losses, scared to ship it through the mail
Every show I do be profit I go up ain't gotta sell
All these diamonds on me talk I let them introduce themselves
And you ain't even gotta talk foreal
Was riding with Ks for we got Ls
Listen to be honest all this shit materialistic
**** these diamonds nigga who would ride if it go different
I ain't going trolling in these interviews trying to trick me out my business
I be pouring 4s, trying to kill the booth it be ****ing up my vision
Money is the root of all evil
These diamonds on my neck will make a bad b***h leave ya
I'm clutchin all in school, with my tool **** a teacher
You niggas getting weaker, y'all hating from the bleachers
Diamond the Patek
Baby come and give me neck
My niggas aiming at your neck
So ain't no need to wear a vest
All my shooters know it's death
So you can't hear us when we step
And we ridin' with a teck make a nigga call the ref