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[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Your diamonds don't sparkle like this (Bling)
Yellow diamonds, sparkly piss (Yeah)
I got your bands on my wrist (Yeah)
I spent your rent on my kicks (Yeah)
I bought a mink for my bitch (Yeah)
Fuck your bitch just for the kick (Yeah)
Got some molly, I'm takin' a pinch (Yeah)
Pour it up, yeah, I got six zips (Yeah)
Every song a hit, I don't ever miss
I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna kiss
Pay my shooter well, he hit, don't miss
Never thought I would live a life like this (I'm ballin')
Bought my mama a crib, she can't believe what i did
You live at your mama's crib
You a baby, she should get you a bib
I got some drink, everybody gon' sip?
But I brought the pints, so I got first dibs
Every time I dress, wearin' brand new shit
Got a new bitch and she got new tits
Sold my car, got a brand new whip
Used to share a strap, got a brand new fifth
Try me, get shot with a brand new clip
You wanted fame, now you on a news clip (Yeah)
[Pre-Chorus]
Bought some designer, didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I thought I'd never have
Watched you ball for too long, had to go inside my bag
Didn't wanna pull up, now when I come through, I make 'em mad

[Chorus]
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah

[Verse 2]
Went from maxin' credit cards to holding racks, oh, yeah
Used to shop at Champs but now I shop at Saks, oh, yeah
I was down, but now I'm turnt up to the max, oh, yeah
I snipe your bitch, she see the XO on my back, oh, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, know you hate to see me pop tags
You honkin' while I'm drivin' fast, your card declined, I'm payin' cash
I knew that I was the man when I started buyin' rubber bands
My back pockets thirty grand, my front pockets full of grams
I drank a four, I can't stand, no drugs? I ain't makin' plans
I'm doin' shit you can't stand, got molly, white, brown, tan
I'm buyin' Supreme and Off-White, my bitches light, brown, tan
I got tired of the broke life, I'm just glad I took a chance
[Pre-Chorus]
Bought some designer, didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I thought I'd never have
Watched you ball for too long, had to go inside my bag
Didn't wanna pull up, now when I come through, I make 'em mad

[Chorus]
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Bought some designer, didn't fit and I still won't take it back
I ain't had shit, now I got the things I thought i'd never have
Watched you ball for too long, had to go inside my bag
Didn't wanna pull up, now when I come through, I make 'em mad

[Chorus]
Twenty bottles on my tab, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'm postin' everything i grab, yeah
Make you watch me blow a bag, yeah
Got my riches, came from rags, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah
I'ma make sure that you mad, yeah