Diamond Heights

(álbum: The Port Of San Francisco - 2019)

Turn me up
Check, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy

I walk like I'm having some money, you can just tell
Same tight jacket Jordan rocked in '97
Nine-point-five pH when I sip
It felt like the '80s when she bounced in my whip
Heels on the carpet, 'nother rack in my pocket
I'm feeling like Mitch, it's just something I love about it
I'm macking on the bitch and I barely know shit about her
Green Dot maxed out, fuck it, let's bank account it (Goddamn)
I'm outside with it, it's real, just read about it
Take my number, give me a call, but think about it (Yeehee)
You the type of girl that get mad, then drink about it
You gotta work on that though, baby, it's better routes (C'mon)
I'm looking online and shit, a better house (Damn)
If I said I had a million bucks, she wouldn't doubt it (Off the dribble)
When an Asian girl touch my nails, no polish
Just buff a nigga out and make sure I'm doing numbers (Good job)
I gotta stay focused, make sure these checks coming
Respect how I move, baby girl, if you love me
Hit me on my Blackberry, we can get it all summer (Yeah)
Tucked off to the neck, ocean view going nuts
40K mapped out, need it less than a month
Put thirty in the safe, fuck the other ten up
Make sure your shoes clean, you can't be rocking shit that's busted
Three hundred for the sushi, I ain't tripping, nigga, fuck it
If that room don't got five stars, then nigga, I don't touch
Bae, be cool with that lovey-dovey shit, we in public, bitch