More songs by Yonny
Description
Producer: Sango
Producer: Jake Crocker
Producer: Evan George
Producer: Por Vida
Mixer: Evan George
Programmer: Evan George
Mixer: Jake Crocker
Programmer: Jake Crocker
Masterer: Matthew Wolk
Programmer: Por Vida
Programmer, Vocals: Sango
Vocals: Yonny
Writer: Evan George
Writer: Jackie Ball
Writer: Jake Crocker
Writer: Joey Ramses Molina
Writer: Kai Wright
Writer: Linda Stokes
Writer: Michael Stokes
Writer: Yonatan Daniel
Lyrics and translation
Original
Yeah!
I feel like I'm fasting, waiting on my bread and take lacking.
Lately, I grab on my lady, then squeeze her like, "Baby, don't leave me for no nigga driving
Mercedes.
" I swear that the money is coming, and now that I proved it, stop robbing or something.
I know that this honey ain't crazy or nothing, but if you don't mind, then click on the seat to recline it.
We can unwind and think about life when I'm signing, swap out the Zirc for the diamonds.
Me and my niggas got family issues and lingering trauma. That be the reason that we be so blind.
It's true, when I'm lit, we gon' hit the Bahamas, nigga, I promise.
Okay, let's get it up. Okay, let's get it up then.
This ain't a regular show, this a biblical flow. Mary, Jesus, and Joseph.
Whenever my pen in a circular motion, I feel like I'm chosen, like Bron, but I'm Kobe for real.
The day that he died is affecting me still. I know he in Heaven and giving them hell, for real, for real.
Okay, let's get it up, bro. If it ain't the money, what the fuck I'm in for?
If you got a pen then I want all the info.
Sign 'em, line 'em, chalk that shit to the game, my nigga, I'm shining.
Feeling like a goddamn diamond, all 'cause I goddamn rhyming, nigga. Huh, yeah, and I want my diamonds, nigga. I want all my diamonds.
I want all my diamonds right now. I want all my diamonds.
I want all my diamonds right now.
Right now.
Huh, yeah.
Remember when we used to Double Dutch or hopscotch, play while your mom watched? Family Feud until the TV fuse would blow or hard drive. Drive, drive.
-Back when life was hard knocks. Woo! -Wait a minute, wait a minute.
And we did this independently, though. This shit right here is a godly flow.
Moving the pudding, dichotomy shows.
I travel the nation, fuck around and water my neck inside precipitation.
This year, I'm planning on aiming, damning whoever adjacent. Oh, wait a minute, ho.
See me pull up in a droves at the front door, and we not gon' leave this bitch alone 'til we take gold like Olympic medalists.
We right at the precipice, and I know that you felt this shit, yeah.
-Wait a minute, wait a minute. -Yeah, and I want my diamonds, nigga.
. . . All out the door. Oh, no!
Wait, wait a minute, wait a minute.